Chapter 839

“Yu Fengxian, don’t be so greedy!” Madame Danhua snapped. “Even if I’ve become your prisoner, you’ve already taken my life and forced me to reveal countless secrets of the Immortal Realm. You should be satisfied!”

Xiao Yu said coolly, “And then what? Will you let me go after I’m satisfied?”

“I’m already dead—why torment my soul further?” Madame Danhua pleaded.

Xiao Yu said, “Beneath your Xiao You Tian, aren’t there twelve Middle Worlds, upper—”

He hadn’t spoken to anyone in a long time, nor had he mentioned Zhong Xia in so long, so now that he started, the words poured out endlessly.

Just then, the baby let out a soft cry, and she rocked it gently, though she also instinctively turned away, leaving Lin Xing another back view.

Jiang Wanliu’s lips parted slightly, her eyes and brows brimming with an indescribable allure, as if inviting Jing Yi to draw closer.

When her parents had come looking for her, she’d perfectly concealed her discomfort with her blank, expressionless face.

Ten drops of Kunpeng true blood at once—even a normal person would collapse from the pain, let alone someone young entering it; he himself would’ve fainted instantly.

Tan Fu waved her hand, and the threads binding him unraveled. She stepped forward, pouring her mental force into his mind, gently smoothing out his chaotic spiritual energy.

After An Nian left, for several years he feared thunderstorms; Xie Jing would always stay with him, no matter how busy he was, until he fell asleep.

As a Han official eager to advance, Zhang Cang naturally had to deeply study the Son of Heaven’s lectures, especially since the Son of Heaven himself was a master of learning, and his lectures were worth thorough study.

Watching the video of Xia Ningshuang’s final moments, Pu Yun Buxiu let out a deep breath, a faint smile on her face.

Jiang Wanliu didn’t notice the others’ oddness; after giving a casual order, she sat down on a chair in the main hall.

He lowered his gaze, then suddenly yanked open his robe, revealing most of his chest.

“Old Zheng, how are you?” Han Wei rushed forward to support him, but whether from shock or something else, Old Zheng remained silent. His condition was clearly wrong—strange, unnatural. Han Wei shook him hard, but still got no response.

Tiankun the Great Witch made no effort to hide it; his voice, heavy with authority, echoed across the entire city, shaking everyone to their very souls.

Old Zheng and Han Wei were now willing to trust strangers, but returning meant taking a long detour, surrounded by thick shrubs, making movement difficult. As the wild boar charged toward them again, Old Zheng suddenly stopped, sidestepped at the last moment, letting the boar rush past him.

“Oh come on, this isn’t feudal society anymore—marriage doesn’t require parental or matchmaker approval. Nowadays, the child should decide for themselves; love is about mutual consent, and forcing a union only makes a bitter fruit,” Xiao’s mother said, holding Xiao Yu back awkwardly to defuse the tension.

“Let’s go!” Before Jian Zhong Mo’s words finished, he flicked out two talismans, instantly forming a quicksand array within the enemy ranks, trapping twenty targets at once.

The ID photo? He gave it to me, but I was so caught up worrying about the surname, I never looked at the picture. Now that I think about it, how could Xiao Yu possibly have my photo?

The story went roughly like this: a Dragon Immortal fell in love with a mortal woman, defied the Immortal Realm’s opposition, married her, and bore a child of their love. Then the Immortal Realm sent divine thunder to kill the mortal woman. The Dragon Immortal, heartbroken, was captured and imprisoned on a remote island in the cultivation world.

“Good!” Zhan Bai nodded. Xi Men Jin Lian’s stone-cutting habit—always slicing straight down the middle—wasn’t anything new.

“I told you Dan Mei could fix this teleportation array, didn’t I? Now you’re convinced, Elder Zhang!” Wu Xi finished flattering Dong Dan’er, then turned his gaze toward Wei Yan.