Chapter 157: [I

Those unfamiliar with Chen Yan, after only brief interactions with him, would form the impression that he was a kind, easygoing young man who got along well with others.

This wasn’t wrong—Chen Yan had always preferred harmony throughout his life, rarely initiating conflict or raising his voice at others.

But if one looked deeper

“I ask you—does the Asura Realm’s ten-thousand-year agarwood have heavy guards?” Seeing Xiu Qing bow in submission, Sun Wukong felt a quiet satisfaction, yet to avoid arousing suspicion, he did not directly ask where the ten-thousand-year agarwood was, but circled around the question.

At this moment, Princess Linglong finally reached the fragment of the Seven-Hole Linglong Heart embedded in the stone. Under the gaze of the Water God Gonggong, she reached out to grasp the fragment.

Zhan Anran didn’t like these people, but dislike was dislike—there was still Li Shuanglin.

Of course, magic wasn’t omnipotent—for instance, phasing through walls or making people vanish fell outside magic’s scope.

To seek high returns, one must accept high risks—that was simply unavoidable. So whether blade or person, if one wished to grow, they had to bear certain necessary burdens.

“Open,” Princess Linglong shouted, slamming the Seven-Hole Linglong Heart in her hand with a burst of golden light.

Jiang Yu’s sudden question caught Bai Ming completely off guard—he had no idea how to answer. Bai Ming took a deep breath, watching the sun sink below the horizon. One day ended, and another would begin.

At this moment, Duke Du Lu saw the Holy Knight Mulinsuo slowly approaching him, a smile on his face.

“Shhh,” as the Six-Eared Macaque’s Ruyi Iron Rod was abruptly halted by the Ruyi Green Light Silk, Yazi urgently summoned his hard-won spiritual energy, activating the Pangu Eye on the Dragon-Hilted Heaven-Piercing Axe, and with Tongbi Yuanhou and others, vanished in a flash of golden light.

The Six-Eared Macaque had already, upon breaking free, summoned his Ruyi Iron Rod, watching the True Martial Emperor with wary caution—clearly fearing the True Martial Emperor might strike, and standing guard nearby.

“So the two criminals might turn themselves in? That’s great!” I exclaimed, thrilled.

His father had instructed him to learn Dragon’s Breath as much as possible, so Li An seized every moment to practice.

Gao Chuan had no idea his goal would spark such a storm.

“Sis, Yuehong, what are you two doing in bed, laughing so hard? I heard you from the old hall.” My laughter with Yuehong drew my younger brother Yuejun—he looked utterly confused.

The man drew closer to Shao Yu and Yue’er. Just as Qingwu grew anxious, Shao Yu suddenly pinned Yue’er down, both of them entangled among the corpses of the Mo Family disciples.

Rome’s coach Sisco had long anticipated this problem, yet had no good solution—time would resolve it.

Jia Renjie patted his pant pocket, found his phone still there, and immediately pulled it out to call Zhang Wanhao.

Sure enough, after a while, Li Tianfeng walked in from outside the building. With his entrance, the meaning was clear—the Blood Demon Sect’s men had indeed been slaughtered by Li Tianfeng without a single survivor. Li Tianfeng’s earlier vow to leave not one alive had been fulfilled.

Dian Ba, seeing the plan succeed, threw himself even more fiercely into the act of desperate survival, endlessly thanking them.

In the entire Gu Sect, the only one who had seen A Duo without her veil was probably Jin Fengyang from last night.