Chapter 778: Aid in Secret

The True Immortal Sect’s teachings, especially the Great Laws created by the Dao Ancestor, cannot be casually transmitted.

Even “minor arts” (Dao techniques not involving cosmic principles) require an interval of over forty years, or longer, before being passed to the next generation.

The Eight-Nine Profound Art may be transmitted to only one person every one hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred years.

One hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred years constitute a “Yuan,” a complete cosmic cycle.

“Strange—how could Master Huanglong have thought this? Yu Fengxian clearly isn’t…”

Each of these black men was sucked into the wind, then swallowed into his mouth, finally sliding down his throat into his stomach.

But it’s said that He and his friend, the ghost cultivator “Yeluo,” for reasons unknown, suffered severe injuries and still lie bedridden in his mansion, causing many renowned figures to walk the outside world in trembling fear, dreading that one day their old enemies might flay them alive.

The cool breeze from the air conditioner made Ouyang Qing feel a chill against her chest; her already pale face flushed with a shy blush.

“You all know what I want to do, don’t you? What are we going to do?” “Liu Yaoxi” asked again.

But today is impossible—Zhao Mu specifically took a day off from Coach Zhang Guodong because today is a very important day.

Although lacking powerful resources behind him, his progress is slow. Yet every bit of advancement he makes comes from his own effort, so his foundation is exceptionally solid.

A pair of hawk-like eyes scanned every cultivator present, and each cultivator under that gaze felt as if plunged into an ice cellar, their entire body freezing cold, shivering with dread.

“Why go to the waterfall behind the hotel? Is there even a waterfall behind that hotel?” Yun Feiyu frowned.

Chu Haotian retracted Feizhu and the golden bracelet, stepping lightly closer; a squad of white-robed cultivators was besieging three Golden-Winged Great Peng birds. Chu Haotian instantly recognized them as members of the Zhengqi Sect—they kept hurling long ropes that entangled the three birds, preventing escape.

You can beat someone over the head after dinner—after all, the target is unconscious and won’t wake up anytime soon. No need to rush.

“Then I’ll take my leave!” Jiang Qian said, charging straight at Zhao Chenggang and delivering a plain, unadorned punch.

Who is he? A man who knows countless worldly secrets, masters innumerable Dao scriptures and secret arts, whose knowledge is as vast as the sea, whose cultivation shakes heaven, whose personal prowess is unparalleled, whose hidden strategies are innumerable, whose strength cannot be described in words.

Keep in mind, from the gunshot to the police arriving took less than fifteen minutes—there’s no realistic way to hide a pistol at home in that time.

Then, the ferocious insect’s appearance changed; its fierce, monstrous expression vanished, replaced by docility.

“Nothing worth seeing—let’s go back.” Wang Chen was soaked through; this northern dry heat was unbearable. There’s no water here—let’s hurry back.

“That’s right—she’s seemed off lately, but he never told us why.” Sixth Elder sighed; though he valued status and perhaps ranked slightly higher than Chen Xingce, some things he couldn’t forcibly interfere with.

Sister Ning is kind-hearted, gentle, patient, handles all household chores effortlessly, and is exceptionally skilled with children. Li Wei felt the five thousand yuan was well spent.

“Really? Are there no other divination signs?” Master Tao, being a professional, was the most appropriate to ask.

As he spoke, I noticed his hand beneath the table had slowly clenched into a fist.

“Don’t be afraid—sister’s here.” She held Chen Liuwang tighter, wondering if an arrowstorm might truly rain down upon them.