Chapter 680: Famous Throughout the World, Known by Immortals and Mortals Alike

"A string of mulberries?" Xiao Yu was skeptical, but just now when the lid was lifted, there was indeed the sweet scent of mulberries.

"I saw the jar was completely full of eyeballs—could they be mulberries?"

Immortal Chunli sighed, looking at Jiangxiao, whose face was filled with worry, and said, "At the end of last year, Xiao Sang was destroyed by enemies, her physical form obliterated; only her yin spirit escaped with a shattered internal elixir."

Her immortal path was ruined, with no chance of recovery.

She simply

Her soul burned with fierce resentment—how had the Grand Master of the Heavenly Demon Sect ever endured such humiliation?

The look of agony on her face, and the pleasure revealed when the whip struck her body, sent shivers down Sha Man's spine.

Before long, winter had arrived; outside the tent, mournful winds howled. Inside, the stove burned fiercely, for Gong Sun Zhi had been suffering from a cold for over a month and showed no sign of recovery.

Gazing at her son with rapt attention, Shen Qingwu kept fussing over him, while Gu Guangye nodded eagerly in response. Gu Jingfeng had kept Su Heng at the palace for official matters, so the whole family sat down together for dinner.

A chorus of exclamations rose at the door; moments later, a stern Daoist clad in black-and-white robes arrived, accompanied by a tall, handsome disciple.

As Yan Fan clashed with the playful movements, Ting Shu frowned… the demonic energy… it was showing signs of being sliced—what exactly was this paper sword's technique?

They were all shrewd men; they knew perfectly well whose eyes the Emperor was putting on display—each of them had surely already read the memorials, yet refused to approve or return them, leaving them hanging, watching to see how far they would push.

"Speak properly, or tonight you'll sleep on the corridor outside!" Shen Qingwu pinched the hand wrapped around her, pouting.

As long as she was willing to take on alchemy contracts, how could any powerful cultivators allow her to be controlled by a single faction, preventing them from seeking her services?

Seeing Mu Yiren pass by, she thought salvation had finally arrived—only to realize the woman was merely passing through, not even glancing her way before walking off.

The person on the chair showed a flicker of emotion, but was immediately restrained by someone beside them, unable to speak, only emitting muffled "oo… oo…" sounds.

Because the egg was meant to help her grandson conceive, the grandmother had always fed it grain; since their grain supply was scarce, she went daily to the hillside to cut grass, or let the chickens forage on their own behind the house.

Thinking this, Lin Ling's eyes darkened slightly—she needed to find an opportunity to create one.

The welcome banquet was held in the Lu family courtyard, where tables were set out everywhere; any resident of Lao Huai Village could attend.

Yet every time he opened the fist manual, his spirit plunged into an icy tomb, bone-chilling cold that lingered for a long time without relief.

"Given what happened, how do you intend to take responsibility?" A swarm of media instantly surrounded the bus rented by the True Selection Group.

"Wait a moment—our company staff are quite young. I need legal counsel who is both professional and young. Do you have anyone like that?" Xu Feng added his requirement.

That feeling of utter despair suddenly giving way to hope made Xu Feng grateful for the first time—truly grateful that fate had sent him to this world, granting him a second chance at life.

But upon asking, he learned the landlord didn't care who took over—yet he and the next tenant had already signed the contract, with a very high penalty for breach.

Yet throughout, Lin Yang remained indifferent, revealing no more information to Cheng Xiaoyan than his name.

Further west of Fennaworm lay the Jozefrey Bog Forest, where the climate turned muddy and damp, making every traveler passing through suffer greatly.

The leader glanced at Chu Tian, still finding it hard to believe—but no one pressed further, knowing that internal strife now would only give the enemy an opening.