Chapter 798

"Correct. The 'Fucheng Bandits' have already taken on the aura of yin soldiers; their two leaders are even military generals of the Human Immortal realm, worthy to become ghost generals."

A ghost general leads several hundred yin soldiers.

Such intense yin corruption has not tainted your dantian, Gou Sheng—you are a genius in cultivating the Path of Righteous Qi!"

As always, Xiao Yu’s praise drifted into Gou Jiao’s ears on the wind.

The only difference today was that her praise was more overt than ever before.

Several bolts of purple lightning, as thick as water barrels, struck the soil; the normally non-conductive earth was instantly pierced by the immense force—had Gaia not been so powerful, she would have been injured.

Ji Siming stood beside the foundation stone where the groundbreaking ceremony had just taken place, surveying the crowded scene.

He first stepped to the table to examine the soil of Xi Rang and the Qiankun Tianyi Vial; they looked no different from last night.

Xin Yi entered the Alchemy Sect’s main hall, where her eyes met a vast, spacious chamber dominated by silver-gray tones, filled with figures dressed in all manner of attire.

Jin Niangniang, however, seemed to hear a thunderclap from a clear sky—her face turned deathly pale, her body trembled, and her legs buckled as she prepared to kneel before Tang Mei and beg for forgiveness.

What use is a banner besides being garish? Better to give a portrait of Sister Feng—at least you can hang it at your gate to ward off evil.

The great demon Shang Yang, in true form, is a single-legged blue bird said to be closely related to the Phoenix; she is extraordinarily beautiful, clad in a pale blue silk robe, and often plays with a jade green hairpin in her hand.

Now that the Chaos Crystals and the World Seed are both completely depleted, Mu Xifeng has no choice but to end his seclusion; at this moment, Mu Xifeng decides to emerge and brew pills.

"Look at you—so listless, so lost! I can’t trust you!" Lin Hui gave me no chance to refuse, shoved me out without warning, then turned and locked the door behind her.

Because Qin Shi Huang wrote in traditional characters, Huo Qubing reversed them; ordinary people need at least two or three minutes of careful observation to make out what they actually say.

To be honest, Chen Fei’s heart wasn’t as calm as it appeared—he felt infatuation, deep emotion, and profound pity.

Mu Li grabbed the three small flags beside him, gave them a slight shake, and as his head grew heavy, it swayed along with them. He spoke.

Fortunately, the ruined temple contained many discarded items; Jian Zhu thought some might serve as kindling.

"How dare you…" The official cried out, suddenly extending one palm and sweeping it carelessly through the air—a curtain of water instantly formed before them, completely blocking the demonic aura.

"Trash must be cleaned up, especially trash from Riben." The hedgehog didn’t even glance at the fox, walking straight ahead. The fox hurried after him, saying, "I heard Riben has a demonic sword called Muramasa—if I could get my hands on it, hehe." The fox grinned with cunning and bloodlust.

Shen Gongxing didn’t care, nor did he bother to care; he merely stretched his waist lazily. He couldn’t remember how long he’d been hiding here, but he felt utterly bored, and a faint disdain had begun to grow inside him.

"The Mirror City Crown Prince will be difficult to deal with," Yue Zhengxie voiced the concern weighing on Wei Yan.

"I don’t think so—you’re triad." Wang Yue Cixue stated firmly, leaping in front of Han Yang and staring intently at him.

After the change in power, the boss will surely need loyal followers to carry his palanquin and blow trumpets; at that time, whoever grabs a trumpet first will have no worries left.

Although the alchemy furnace exploded, look at the current state of Master Fayan—dusty, disheveled, and utterly disheveled.

Following the sound, I saw a police car parked at the precinct entrance; Lin Fei sat in the driver’s seat, waving at me.

The leaves on the pumpkin vines along the field ridges still retained their green, faintly awaiting the end of life.