Chapter 158: [Bad News]

Chen Yan felt something was off about the old man next door—though there was no concrete evidence or actual incident, just a feeling.

He always got the sense that the old man next door was strange.

This feeling had lingered faintly since the day they first met.

So even though they were neighbors, Chen Yan never visited the old man next door much.

At first

They had already destroyed three of the Ten Great Sects—what couldn’t the Immortal Fate accomplish? Back then, under the leadership of the Saint Sovereign, the Seven Great Sects stormed over with murderous intent, but were driven back by a single word from the Five Absolute Sword Emperor, losing several Half-Emperors in the process; since then, no sect dared provoke the Immortal Fate again.

“My Lord, rest now—your body needs it, whether you wish to or not. Sleep peacefully; if the Priestess Sou Youran reports anything, I will inform you at once.” Qing Pu helped the Fox King to his chambers, saw him lie down, then went to guard the door.

Can Kun answered nervously, terrified that Kong Tian Ge might fly into a rage and split his skull open.

The black-clad figure widened his eyes as an invisible pressure suddenly surged from Tang Zhan—a seven-colored light shield appeared, blocking all their attacks.

After all, he was the only Cultivation-Formation expert in the Message Sect—if he died, the sect would collapse.

In addition, the lower jaw had been dislocated, the neck bones shattered, and the key bones in the right arm and both legs crushed.

They were all at the same level, and within the Blood Trial, the strongest participant could only reach Star River Peak—no one could overpower another by realm. Yet Tang Zhan defeated Chai Chong effortlessly, without even using a battle artifact; the true gap between them was obvious.

When Su Ruibai went to the bathroom to wash up, she discovered that bundled in the cloth were not just her nightgown, but also undergarments and panties. Her face flushed crimson, and she silently cursed Yi Nanchen a thousand times over.

When they arrived, the place was a sea of fire. Mu Tian, using his spiritual sense, saw a colossal phoenix resting in the flames, its body covered in wounds, gathering strength.

All resources, all flesh, surged like a rushing river into it, flowing toward the path of ascension ahead.

He was a man with purple hair, transcendent and otherworldly, radiating an unmatched aura, embodying the image of an ancient sage.

Before the banquet began, Prince Lu first met his ninth brother Zhao Zheng, felt an instant kinship, and presented him with a peach, showing deep affection and obvious care.

The voice belonged to a middle-aged woman dressed in splendid robes, her bearing elegant. She sat upright on a stone bench, her face beaming with joy.

It was furious beyond measure, but it was useless—its own attacks could not crush Lin Yu, and the dark beings were far away.

Lu Manman glanced at him with puzzled eyes—how had a man like this even survived until now?

Xiao Daoxin said, “No wonder your disciples’ disciples keep producing lotus bodies, wind-thunder wings, and third eyes—it’s endless! They’re all genuine ‘humans’! So the root lies with you! Should I say the master shapes the disciple, or that the teacher’s example sets the standard?”

Lu Manman now seemed to picture a scene: an old woman constantly telling everyone how delicious her watermelon was… Wasn’t that just “hiding silver under the ground and proclaiming it wasn’t there”?

The Golden Arrow Messenger heard the soft panting from inside the carriage, yet his expression remained blank, as if he heard nothing—only dismounted, bowed, and held the sealed message aloft with both hands.

The earlier suggestion had been an instinctive reaction. But now that she had to actually carry it out, she felt uneasy—even after living so long, she wasn’t ready to die yet.

“Prince Qiao Xiu, did the knights under the Iron Kingdom’s Empress use some kind of trick to cheat during this game?” asked the Duke of Blood.

Under the night sky, he carried himself with grace and distinction; every gesture and movement carried the rhythm of the Dao, striking the eye with brilliance.