Chapter 818

“Tonight the Dragon Palace is hosting the ‘Great River Banquet’—what are they celebrating?” asked Xiao Yu, the Immortal Maid of the Cave Heaven.

The Carp Spirit said: “The Great River Banquet isn’t being held just tonight. To respond to the current chaos in the world, the River Lord has already convened several River God Assemblies at our Great Marsh Dragon Palace.

We once considered inviting the Immortal Mother, but last year, when the Queen Mother of the West celebrated her birthday with the Peach Banquet in the Jade Pool, she was away from home for over half a year.

We’ve just heard she’s returned.

I thought that with our victorious army, returning to Qichun would send Kong Yanzhou’s forces into constant panic, forcing them to desperately seek escape. But the people of Qichun still refuse to flee.

“Hmph, you’ve merely glimpsed the gates of cultivation—today I’ll slay you right here!” After sensing Tianxuanzi’s cultivation level, Baizhu felt even more confident about seizing the immortal artifact. He waved his right hand, and nine golden streaks of lethal light surged toward Tianxuanzi, each targeting a vital point.

How could she possibly believe that the one who had accompanied her day and night was the very culprit who had turned her into this?

In the fields, farmers were already at work—some carried manure buckets, pouring ladlefuls of fertilizer into the soil; others bent low to pull weeds.

The ultimate goal of the surveillance is to locate Rod Reiss, the true king within the walls, and extract from him all knowledge about the Titans. Of course, this is the ideal plan—yet we must still adapt on the fly to the current situation.

Qiu Xuan walked slowly, his mind turning. Right now, he had nothing. If he truly wished to be with Rong Yue, he had no choice but to consider their future.

Gui Bao pondered, glanced at the two trembling disciples, then cast another spell, directly extracting the two silver-purple spiritual lights from their bodies and drawing them back into his own—where they vanished. Moments later, the disciples’ screams ceased.

“We are aware of your achievements. This soul you personally secured is worthy of praise,” the Wise Wolf smiled, seemingly unmoved by Li Wei’s hostility. He swiftly performed a series of operations on Li Wei’s phone—was this really the wolf who couldn’t even turn on a computer?

As the words ended, the Blue Lotus Sword traced an arcane path and swept lightly against the Heaven-Earth-Human Triad Array, releasing a hazy, gray sword qi.

After a long while, Li Yanyang finally released his pent-up longing, stopped crying, and slowly lifted his head. He was about to thank her when he froze—Bai Jie’s chest was soaked through; her thin undergarment clung to her skin, revealing glimpses of what lay beneath.

“Do you think he’ll score twenty-five, or stop at ten?” Zhou’s coach wasn’t as worried as Chen’s—he felt the video was convincing enough.

The disciples who flew out drew their swords together, and a fiery red flame dome inverted over the ground appeared in the sky—but no dragon-like form formed upon it.

An A-rank talent’s spirit power purification efficiency is twenty-five percent higher than B-rank, yet Bai Su’s efficiency has now increased by fifty percent—does that mean her talent has surpassed A-rank?

Xi Xi nearly stumbled, but then she thought about his words—it really was her fault. He just wanted a glass of milk; she could’ve simply said she didn’t have any. Why did she overthink it so much? Was she really that experienced?

After Zhu Zhuqi and Zhao Ling’er bowed to Ming Sheng and the other three, Ming Sheng returned the greeting—but when he noticed Yang Hao was not among them, he was deeply puzzled.

“Damn, this guy is so hot?” Li Yanyang exclaimed, staring at the screen.

The Four Corpse Kings roared and charged toward Jiang Dongyu—if any of them landed a blow, even the stars would shatter.

Xia Yuan was truly tired, and on the battlefield, he always seized every moment he could to rest—otherwise, he simply wouldn’t get any rest at all.