Chapter 429

“Thank you, fellow cultivator, indeed.” Che Qi spoke with great courtesy to the Chi Xiao Sect disciple, whose cultivation base was even one minor realm lower than hers.

“Which immortal island and which sect do you come from?” the Golden Core cultivator asked again.

“We are from the Xuanfu Sect on Guiyun Immortal Island,” Che Qi replied.

“Guiyuan Immortal Island’s Xuanfu Sect?” The Golden Core cultivator paused to think, then said: “Then you must report to Baihong Island on the northwestern edge of Liefeng Sea.”

“Thank you for the information, fellow cultivator!” Che Qi and

Seeing the red hair, the shopkeeper carefully examined it, confirmed it wasn’t counterfeit, nodded, and pulled out his phone.

In that moment when Sun Shangxiang hesitated, Wang Yao had already walked past her, facing alone the black-and-white chess pieces, raising both hands slightly in a bow.

This time, Hua Jing did not accept; instead, he extended his hand in a gentle supporting gesture. Liu Yang immediately felt an invisible force lift his hands involuntarily, as if someone were supporting his elbows—he stared at Hua Jing in surprise.

“Three thousand three!” Li Ling didn’t even glance, casually naming another price.

Zhang Mingyu sent a friendly, gentle message through his spiritual tendrils into the dark, oppressive world. As soon as the message entered that dark spiritual realm, the black mist began to subtly disperse, like a piece of alum dropped into murky water, causing suspended particles to slowly settle.

Chu Haotian flipped his hand and pulled out a jade slip—the very map of the Underworld given to someone by Yue Ying. But when that someone opened the jade slip, his face turned black.

Only when Zhao Yun’s silhouette merged into the distant main force did Wang Yao finally take a deep breath. Only then did he realize he was drenched in sweat; his five fingers gripping the Broken Armor Bow had turned white and purple from excessive tension.

Lan’er heard this and knew all hope was lost. She sighed helplessly, glanced at Xu Feng’s Water Heart, and her eyes revealed unwillingness.

The only thing Shao Jie could not accept was that Qin Jiayi despised troublemakers yet constantly caused trouble herself. Over time, this had built up deep resentment in Shao Jie’s heart; when Qin Jiayi treated me this way today, he broke up with her.

Song after song continued; Zhao Mu sang them one after another without pause. Those unfamiliar with Zhao Mu were astonished by his voice, but those who knew him smiled—they had witnessed his golden voice before.

The first dish was French foie gras. Wu Hua had eaten it before in Chinese Western restaurants—it had a decent texture, but the flavor fell far short of Chinese cuisine. Western food was about ambiance; Wu Hua devoured the foie gras in three or two bites.

Remember, at that time he had already quarreled with his father—even when he had no money for food, he never lowered himself to beg.

Although he still could not completely let go of Li Zhiyao, he had begun to find what he truly wanted. His love with Princess Gao Yang was one of spirit and flesh, transcending all barriers, and thus even more precious. He carefully plucked off each petal one by one, then blew gently.

In ancient times, the Wu and Yue regions brimmed with iron-blooded spirit. Even Xu Yang, a modern-day shut-in, had unconsciously immersed himself in that Wu-Yue grandeur. Perhaps this was the most unrestrained, most authentic side of him since his transmigration.

A sarcastic smile curled at his lips; his azure eyes flickered with a hint of mockery.

That exquisitely beautiful face, with its deep azure eyes gleaming with intensity, always bore a faint, mischievous smile—yet soft as water. Though clad in a hospital gown and adorned with several band-aids, his tall, slender frame and handsome contours remained undeniably captivating.

Sitting on the swing, melodious tunes played beside his ears. He listened intently to every lively, dancing note. The swing remained still, unmoving; his lips were tightly pressed, yet a faint curved smile lingered at the corner.

Seeing this, everyone exhaled in relief and turned their full attention to the opponents around them—each one a top-tier expert; none dared to let their guard down.

After speaking, the black-robed figure reached out toward Ermao. Two-Fifty quickly dodged as the black-robed figure’s hand came at him.

Ashley stared at the screen, imagining the psychology of people across the world. Compared to the fervent mobilization before the war, the aftermath was too quiet—even no report was issued. The war ended so haphazardly.

Not long after, several Elders shut down the sealing formation and sealed the valley. The direct disciples mounted cranes and rode the wind away; the inner disciples dispersed as well. Luo An naturally did not stay—he stepped onto his sword and headed back toward the sect.

Fuck! What the hell happened to me? Must be spending too much time with these two robots—I’m starting to feel less human.

Along this escape with Gu Zhihuan, Zhang Yang didn’t learn much else, but his tongue had grown sharper than ever.

Whether in Tianxue City’s military, government bureaucracy, or even sects, academies, and Demon Hunting Guilds, there were countless mad, ruthless individuals.

So this was why Tian Er trusted Ling Yaoyao? This guy had a younger sister? That was unexpected.

Thus, Chenchen happily pulled Li Bai’s hand and walked ahead, while Leng Ruobing followed behind them.

The solid, claw-like force struck hard against Tian Er, whose blood qi surged like a warrior clad in flame armor.

Step by step, he ascended the stairs before the building, pushed open the door—and found the interior completely empty. He sighed. Knowing it was a trap, Duan Yingjun had no choice but to press forward. When he reached the center of the first-floor hall, all doors and windows were slowly sealed by descending iron plates.

“Big brother.” I let fall tears of despair suddenly lit by hope, dropped to my knees before the man, then bowed my head three heavy, resounding bows—my skin split open, blood flowed mercilessly, staining my eyes red. Combined with my left eye’s crimson silver iris, I looked terrifying.