Chapter 797: Transcendence

At first, Xiao Yu only thought Gou Jiao was intelligent and possessed great perseverance, nothing more.

Later, Xiao Yu acknowledged his quick wit and cleverness, suspecting he had “Heavenly Intellect.”

Then, when he mastered the Righteous Qi Scripture in a single day, she marveled that he possessed “Root of Wisdom,” and not just any root—thick and long.

Now, barely a day after leaving Lotus Village, as dusk had just settled, this man suddenly “awakened” right before her eyes.

Not only the Righteous Qi

Mo Wan merely opened the bottles, Su Ning prepared a few cold appetizers, which served as snacks. Tao Zhi pulled out a deck of playing cards, and they played poker while drinking beer.

There was nothing to be done—this matter had surpassed her ability to handle it; so many demonic sect experts had arrived.

Male imperial tombs commonly feature “dragons,” but except for the emperor, all others use chi dragons or pan dragons; only the true emperor bears the five-clawed golden dragon.

“Lin Xu, starting today, you are an official Night Watchman of Shanggang City, though you will not yet be assigned night duties.” Deng Wutang could see that the Night Master held Lin Xu in high regard.

Even among Night Watchmen, few were skilled in divination and hexagram arts, let alone this unremarkable beggar before them.

This Manchester United team created the unprecedented quadruple crown; no team faced them without trepidation.

“Be gentle!” The boy with a baby face frowned, glaring at the bearded man in the white coat, clearly displeased.

Everyone nodded quickly; the road conditions had worsened, and the bumpy ride inside the cabin made them all ache—they longed to get out and rest.

Lin Xu felt a slight shock; the man’s killing intent was too intense—it was far more than mere intent to seize the token.

At noon, Zhang Tian shouldered his pack, took Shao Chun to a noodle shop at the town’s entrance, ate a bowl of scallion noodle soup, then left town heading west.

He did not return to the Qiu household; instead, he flew toward the city’s outskirts. Qiu Daohai glanced at Qiu Daoqi, sighed, and without further concern, led his men back.

The cave dwelling remained the same, as if unchanged, yet all the arrays and contents inside had vanished completely.

Heavy rain hindered flight; the eagle pulled the two close beneath its wings. Xia Qiu’s sense of smell was extraordinarily sharp—the odor was unbearable, so she pinched her nose tightly.

But the Demon Realm had prepared thoroughly; a single wave of array light could not halt their advance.

What surprised Gu Nianshu was that, though the Empress Dowager scolded her lightly, she imposed no real punishment; on the contrary, her words carried approval of Gu Nianshu’s actions, and she even gifted her two bolts of lake silk and a jar of pearls.

“Hmph, if a dead man could be revived by a few silver needles, what need would there be for modern medicine?” Alexander Borgmann sneered at acupuncture.

Unable to endure the burning heat any longer, Qin Meizi tore open Zhuang Dazong’s quilt and pulled both of them inside.

Zhang Xuewu suddenly remembered he was still the floor supervisor; since they had killed him, they would not live either.

The first step to toppling the Yan family was to provoke their patriarch into losing his judgment.

Upon returning from the Feng family, Mao Dan’s connection to her grew stronger, likely tied to her circumstances.

Before he could react, Li Zhichen embraced Mei Hanxia. At that moment, Xuanwu let out a sudden sneeze, then roared skyward, as if trying to expel something from its belly.

Jiao Tong exclaimed, “Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!” He twirled his tail, waving the two blades, but they felt awkward in his grip; he spun his body and transformed into a twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy, catching the two Nine Flame Ghost King Blades in his hands, grinning dumbly as he played with them.

Han Jiaren smiled and nodded, lying down and yawning. Li Chao gently closed the car door and entered with Jingjing.