Chapter 780: The Ordinary Xiang Ji

“But do you know why I left the city at night?” Xiao Yu asked.

“You think your skills are high, so you grow bold,” said the red-faced giant.

Xiao Yu shook her head. “I’m just a normal person. If I’m traveling far, I naturally get up early to hit the road.”

“I only reached this place after dark because after leaving the city, I treated a group of villagers at Zhou’s camp gate—I spent all dozens of gold pieces I had on herbal medicine and gave it all away, not a single coin left.”

Later, I ate at Song’s township head’s house.

Xu Zhiblue, holding Zang Min, entered Bai Yi’s recovering perception; as the spiritual source bridge between them reformed, Bai Yi sensed a change, narrowed his eyes, and rebuilt the bridge—only then did Xu Zhiblue realize Bai Yi’s spiritual source had returned.

Cheng Yanqiu called out twice, then strode forward and leapt onto the back seat. She was no longer the same—her entire boarding motion flowed like water, and once seated, she needed no adjustment; her hands didn’t grip Yu Dong tightly anymore—one held a magazine, the other free to scratch Yu Dong’s ribs.

The person in his arms said nothing; Bai Mohan grew even more puzzled, gently placing his hand on Ling Chuan’s shoulder, feeling waves of trembling.

Zhao Yan’s works are perfect for online publication—whether his urban stories or fantasy witchcraft tales, they all suit young people’s tastes.

The Pixiu tore off their wings with bare hands; the three beasts screamed in agony, desperate to kill this ugly thing, but their tongues grew tighter by the second.

Bai Mohan patted his own shoulder. “Yan, don’t grieve—she doesn’t want you, I do.” He pulled Yan Xi into his arms.

Jiang You recently took a new role, and today was her first day on set—the RV was stocked with food and drinks.

Days later, she discovered another flowerbed beneath her spring, containing a palm-sized, potato-shaped seed.

Upon hearing this, Mo Lingyun let out a bitter laugh. At first, he’d been confident—his talent and looks would surely defeat the National Husband, Du Shao, and other Buddha Erdai and win Ye Qianyi’s heart. But after today’s events, he began to hesitate.

Jiang Yun felt overwhelming Weiqu in that instant; when she told her agent, the response was chillingly cold.

Though it was only a dream, Yang Bian fundamentally resisted this “kill or be killed” approach.

At this moment, whether inside or outside the formation, all felt Cao Peng was merely at the mid-stage of Martial Emperor realm—immediately, they held their breath for him, while the opposing side exhaled in relief.

Moreover, the level of psychic abilities isn’t fixed; at certain stages, with proper cultivation methods, one can elevate their ability’s level and power.

Everyone continued chatting and eating; after dinner, they moved on to the water park—that was the master’s scheduled activity for today.

Due to Yi Xuan’s special condition, he couldn’t continue traveling and had to stay indoors, locked away. Indeed, after five days, the Dao-enlightening light gradually weakened; by day ten, it vanished entirely, and Yi Xuan reverted to his handsome young appearance—only then did he relax.

If he ever gets the chance, he’ll go back and chop those Information Department people to death. The Imperial Princess is just a decoration? Show me one like her.

After the punishment was announced, Chu Feng said nothing. He hadn’t expected Qing Lei Dian’s power to be so immense—he’d thought Xu Feiyang would only suffer minor injuries, but the Buddhist Academy’s teacher later said it counted as serious injury.

Yi Xuan knew the three men’s strengths intimately; though his allocation showed slight differences, it maximized their utility—each was delighted, turning over their new magic treasures with fascination.