Chapter 745: On Bloodline

No one knew that the true purpose behind the Demon Master Kunpeng's search for Kunpeng bloodline was his own, and even the Mountain-Pulling King was unaware that the mastermind behind this large-scale hunt was the Demon Master Kunpeng.

He believed the Three Holy Ancestors were the hidden mastermind, and that those with Kunpeng bloodline going to the Northern Abyss Sea would receive cultivation and instruction from the Three Holy Ancestors.

His lack of crucial information caused Xiao Yu to harbor even more doubts: if the Three Holy Ancestors were preserving the Kunpeng bloodline descendants, why did she feel such a sense of danger?

When the Hengtian Headquarters notice appeared, Du Qianjie was attending the banquet celebrating Meng Fatty's promotion to Chief. All military officers present that day had gathered at the venue, most dressed in uniforms, as if continuing the morning's assembly—only the location had changed.

"Go to Wudao Tiancheng, find Yuan Zun's sixth disciple, Yi Jian. The shop's name is Yi Jia Dian," the old steward continued.

Li Ting had instinctively wanted to refute him, but upon hearing the rest, she fell silent—she trusted the Master, but she would never gamble her child's life.

After all, modern buildings could easily pass for an entire metropolis, and near residential zones, some older-style houses remained, so the difference wasn't too obvious—merely the street environment felt strangely wondrous.

Thus, he simply couldn't bear the blow any longer; he felt the blood qi he had just suppressed could no longer be contained. Zhao Nanxing's face turned purple, his body swayed twice, then—"puff!"—he spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed unconscious.

Given his temperament just now, which had nearly driven him to turn hostile, even if he had no Golden Core defense talisman on him, he would have had to force himself to endure.

I really am not a good writer, so I'm truly sorry—I can only update sporadically each day.

Li Shishi was cultivating; Feng Jun didn't want to disturb her, so he went to Baiyu Jing, turned on the TV, and checked online—sure enough, he found that the health supplement named "Luoshen" was extraordinarily popular.

"Yes." Song Chunping answered without hesitation. He thought to himself: Isn't this simple? Isn't it just showing off? This kind of thing—don't even mention me, even my subordinates are experts at it.

The initial shouts turned into anger and venting. I screamed at the top of my lungs; what I'd said earlier had been polite, but by the end, it was nothing but curses.

She lifted her gaze, clearly surprised, toward the sound's source, and Su Yunjin, who was being warmly welcomed, looked over at the same moment.

He opened the closet, took out a set of lead-gray loungewear, and as he turned, dropped a line.

Because of what had just happened, Ruan Ruan and Zheng Xiaoxiao were no longer as warm toward her as when she first arrived—just a simple greeting. Pei Qing had always been like that—rarely spoke.

After the younger sister left Li Family Estate, the seven little gourds of the Li family became as if half their souls had been drained, utterly listless.

Although he had suspected it, when he finally heard it, Shi Le couldn't help but sigh.

The Ice Plain Tiger let out a furious roar. As a high-level demonic beast, though still immature, it possessed spiritual awareness and understood human speech. It immediately changed its target, turning toward Ge Weijia, its terrifying power exploding in rage.

A pot of plain rice porridge was warming on the stove; a note was stuck to the fridge reminding Ye Chen to drink it after returning. Then she slung her bag over her shoulder and stepped out, radiant and bright.

I had thought Zhou Qiyou's matter was settled beyond doubt, but never expected such a reversal.

Pei Qing hadn't slept for a full day and night and was utterly exhausted; she was just about to sleep when someone knocked on the door.

As he drew nearer, she sharply caught the scent of flowers, and the next instant, a bouquet of pinkish-red champagne roses, still glistening with dew, appeared before her eyes.