Chapter 547: The True Ultimate Treasure!

Although Yu Nainai believed she had obtained a "Water Palace Exploration Permit" from the Dao Ancestor, the Heavenly Lord, and the Master of the Water Palace, she still dared not stride boldly inside.

She moved like a mine-clearing soldier on a battlefield, inching forward slowly from the outermost edge.

It took her a full five days to carve out a straight path one zhang wide and thirty li long.

Even when she spotted a zhuguo tree nearby, its branches heavy with dozens of crimson fruits, she forbade the River Demon.

Bei Chen took a deep breath; his first priority was to prove whether he had ever existed in history, for no historical records mentioned the Southwest King of Tang.

Although he still did not know what kind of aid Zhang Xusheng had received from the Heavenly Mechanism Sect, he was certain that Zhang Xusheng's granted authority—having accelerated the cycle of reincarnation—far surpassed previous estimates, and Wu Yong must be ordered to act immediately, or they would be crushed.

"What? Makeup fee?" Yue Youran blinked, letting the words filter through her mind before her brain finally zeroed in on the number: ten million.

In the instant she saw the boy's smile, Wang Jiahui suddenly felt the entire world soften and glow with sunlight.

Uncle Liu was utterly diligent, dragging Bei Chen to the gatehouse; only after verifying his identity did he allow him into the dormitory. Bei Chen was speechless but had no recourse.

Two days later, within the Golden Throne Hall of Chang'an, the atmosphere was thick with war; the court was silent, and the Tang Emperor frowned, his heart heavy with worry.

He shook off his lethargy, brainstormed several schemes to trick the household into opening their door, then discarded each one, while the women beside him chattered about supermarket discounts—buy one get one free, coupons stacking on top of discounts.

Originally, he meant to find a chance to let Mo Wang know exactly what had happened that day when the seven spider demons fought the Hundred-Eyed Multivision, but since he was lazy and in poor condition, he'd just summarize it briefly: how the Hundred-Eyed Multivision, the seven spider demons, and the Yin Soldier God had unfolded that day.

"Brother Lin, stop explaining—I don't want to hear anything. Just let me be alone, goodbye!" Wang Xiang'er heard the city's demons were coming to inspect, saying they'd stay a few days and leave. But she could no longer endure Brother Lin's deception; in a fit of rage, she hung up the phone.

The invincible Golden Core expert fighting Su Yihang was retreating step by step; when he saw Long San, at the peak of Hua Jing cultivation, battling the invincible Golden Core expert's second brother, his pupils shrank sharply.

Though he had resolved not to speak out, upon hearing Director Luo's words, he couldn't help but blurt two trembling words from between his teeth, then sat there dumbly, awaiting Luo's criticism and guidance—he must humbly accept education.

But Emperor Qin Yuan scoffed at this remark; throughout history, ministers rarely usurped the throne, yet eunuchs causing chaos, destabilizing the court and plunging the people into misery, were all too common.

The first half seems to be from his time stationed at Huangshangkou, since everything written concerns sights and sounds from his hometown; the second half must have been written after returning to Nanjing for work, filled entirely with sighs and regrets.

Gu Mingzhu's eyes grew deep: Had Qin Yu… in his past life, when he was with Empress Xie, also been tender and entwined in love?

Facing his wife's urging, Luo Jizong's smile vanished completely; his furrowed brows tightened like locks—clearly, the matter of asking Lin Zi had driven him to frantic despair, his hands clutching his scalp.

"Alright!" After dinner, Zheng Yan and Jin Yan Moqi ly reserved the evening for Lin Er and Xu Zhu, retreating to Zheng Yan's room.

Honghuang thought of Bian Yujing and Gu Meisheng, and felt a pang of worry. But now was not the time to worry; even if he rushed in to rescue them, with Jinling in such dire peril, it was better to let them stay temporarily at the Chunxiang Pavilion.

Honghuang added: "I meant we two brothers leave together?" Wu Xing glanced at Honghuang, said nothing, his face grim.

"Give back my color—you're dead." The youth roared, thrashing violently; this was his chance to enter the fourth trial. If he obtained the immortal art and directly attained immortality, who would willingly guard this family for tens of thousands of years? He had a glorious future awaiting him.

Large numbers of three-legged crow offspring twisted their awkward bodies, flapped their uncoordinated wings, and surged en masse toward a single direction. The scene rivaled the frenzy of year-end festival crowds.

The ancient giant crocodile never anticipated such a turn of events; before it could close its mouth, it swallowed every single person inside the Zodiac Tower.

Lin Liang knew she was a person of clear likes and dislikes; now that she had discovered what he'd done, he assumed no matter how much he begged, she would never return home with him.

With the long neigh of Xing Daorong's warhorse, the blow sent both man and steed tumbling over.

In an instant, the several Qi family bodyguards were utterly annihilated, their souls and spirits erased, leaving them no chance of reincarnation. Their bodies collapsed like dead pigs to the ground, just as the Nascent Soul cultivator's shout of protest finally escaped his lips.

Those who never abandon each other in hardship, never forsake each other in despair; those who remain steadfast in heart when rich, and never slacken their resolve when poor; those who swap positions in battle, and stand before the blade or spike to shield others—these are the ones.

Thus, He Baixiao, a cultivator of low cultivation, steeped in wicked deeds, yet currently basking in the glow of success, believing he had climbed onto a great mountain, was doomed to tragedy.

Hahhan's offhand remark took the Ice Mountain by surprise; she lifted her head, her gloom clearing into sunshine, her joyful smile making Hahhan silently chant, "Amitabha."

Shen Yiyao's coldness toward him, he felt clearly, and knew exactly why.

Yet the Five Poisons Sect, Tang Men, and Hundred Flowers Valley have always been the pinnacle of poison sects; their title as the Three Pillars of Poison has long been entrenched, and over these thousand years, no new sect has ever displaced them.