Chapter 246: The Clumsy Beauty

Ruan Hongzhuang stood behind Jiang Tao, blowing her hair with a hairdryer.

"You're such a grown woman, and you still can't blow-dry your own hair?"

"Who says I can't? I just can't reach the back, since my hands aren't on my back," Jiang Tao retorted.

She raised both hands and gestured behind her.

But Ruan Hongzhuang tapped her with the hairdryer.

"Don't move around."

"Oh."

Jiang Tao

The sacred artifact, Zhantian Yue, shattered the void and instantly appeared before the head of the Xingtian War God, slashing downward to cleave the War God's head clean in two.

Yun Mu let out an awkward chuckle and said nothing in reply. He had fought for survival at the time—there was no right or wrong. If he had to do it again, he would make the same choice.

When the light faded, Zhang Jiao appeared naked, his muscles still translucent, but slowly healing: first turning from transparent to crimson, then skin forming until he looked normal again.

"That's right. Once I go to Dong Zhuo, and Dong Zhuo sends out his main force, I'll notify my lord. My lord can then evade and let Yuan Shao and the others clash with Dong Zhuo. That way, my lord preserves his strength—and later, my lord will know what to do." With that, Li Yi chuckled.

"Don't you want to know what secret that altar holds? I'll tell you straight: I came to Liangyi Sect specifically to investigate it," Zhang Ruochen said.

After a moment, there was a splash—a stream of water poured down from the crack, extinguishing the nearby dragon-oil fire and sending up a plume of steam against the scorching dome. Then a rope lowered down.

The Eastern Immortal Nation and the Luoyue Immortal Nation were enemies, and their princesses were now trading barbs.

After looting all the treasures from the Great Luo Ghost Emperor, Yang Fan summoned the Twelve Yin Spirits of the Ancient Demons to devour the Great Luo Ghost Emperor.

I nodded—he was right. This town had eight immortals; for an ordinary funeral, he could've just hired the local eight immortals. There was no need to fetch me from prison, let alone hand over that six-digit song disc.

Like Niú Mówáng's Golden Dragon Great Strength Pill, or the Lord of Bai Di City's hundred-thousand-year coral heart—these were all priceless treasures.

"Hehe, as everyone can see, mine is indeed a bit better than He Lian's son. He Lian's praise, I'll accept without modesty," Su Xiangnan said with a smile.

"I remember hearing someone say your elder brother—the Fifth Imperial Prince—seems quite fond of you," Su Chang'an asked casually.

For a cultivator, a thousand years isn't long; many spend a thousand years in rigorous cultivation yet still cannot reach the Return-to-One realm—yet he had already become an Immortal?

With a faint rumble, another stone platform rose from the ground beside Ji Ruyan's feet—identical to the previous one, bearing the same Sealing Mystic Array.

"Xiao Gu, have you decided? Release my younger brother, and you can have anything you want," the first of the Mythic Seven Sons said calmly, gazing at Xiao Gu.

Zheng Xian glanced around. This must be a remote stretch of coast—there was even a large sign nearby, depicting a symbol of seaweed entangling people, warning against swimming here.

Though the strike looked powerful, its charge-up time was slightly too long. By the time the Knight Captain brought his blade down, Lin Zheng had already dodged to his side. Taking advantage of the Knight Captain's overextended stance, Lin Zheng wielded the Cutter and unleashed the Blade Array, instantly trapping the Knight Captain within four phantom figures.

Yan Qingnan frowned, his voice cutting through ten-thousand-year ice, icy and sharp. He stood on a massive totem pole, his longsword glowing faintly, its aura crisscrossing until it met the surging malevolent energy swirling around the pole—then slowly shattered. The collision of the two forces emitted a continuous hum.