Chapter 158

Outside the Ancestral Spirit Hall, Bi Le stared at the tribal warriors resting in the golden tent, unable to stop sighing.

He had received word that the Central Plains people who had sworn to help him had all fled.

Bi Le had no choice but to seek out his tribe's shaman and demand: "Didn't the Ancestral Spirits tell me to cooperate with the Central Plains people? Why has it come to this?"

Without those Central Plains people's aid, how could Bi Le's tribe possibly win? They've shown not a single sign of strength.

After giving some instructions, Zhou Zhengxiong sent them away, then ordered Yu Cheng to notify Ling Yu to attend court tomorrow.

Seeing Qiao Xu pull a gray rabbit from his basket, Qiao Moe exclaimed in surprise. This must be a meat rabbit—plump, at least four or five catties heavy.

Because Su Yang's current level far exceeds that of the Red Snake, the evolution points he gained were very low.

"Whether you can afford it or not is none of my business, like I'm begging for your family's favor," Zhao Shi muttered through gritted teeth, silently cursing Qiao Moe for her sharp tongue.

Liu Yushi, who was peeling an apple nearby, spoke up; Zhao Mingfei hastily hid the letter and stammered.

After a few seconds, the terminal emitted Yu Cheng's voice: "I heard, Your Majesty, I heard." Yu Cheng's voice was ecstatic, like a child who had just received a new toy.

Gu's mother was thinking of the meat at Gu Changyang's house; at the door, she reached out to push it open, pretending to call out Gu Changyang's name.

But the lie detector sometimes still malfunctions; even though it's the most advanced model, it's helpless against those with extraordinarily twisted psychological resilience.

Pushing aside the bushes before him, Su Yang stepped forward slowly toward the leader of the langur monkeys.

Beside him, the Black Lotus Child—the arrogant Demon Ancestor Luo Hou—glared darkly at Chen Sheng, then reluctantly shuffled over to pour him water.

Back then, Uchiha Madara bit off a chunk of flesh from Hashirama Senju and, underground, used the Outer Path: Demon Statue to cultivate an experimental clone of Hashirama Senju.

Only when five drops of blood were forced from his third eye and merged into the crimson sphere did the sphere cease changing; instead, it began slowly growing—first sprouting veins, then a featureless head, then limbs, followed by facial features, hair, fingers, toes, skin, growing bit by bit until fully formed.

It was so frustrating—he was a fine young man, yet in the eyes of Qin's parents, he'd somehow become the big bad wolf.

Zhu Dali heard this and silently lowered his head, offering no further defense, as if utterly without rebuttal.

"Heh, the Uchiha clan has a long lineage; even if I'm utterly unlearned, I've still learned some basic etiquette."

Qin Siyan tidied her turbulent emotions, forced a smile at the mirror several times, then picked up the flowers and stepped out of the bathroom.

As soon as he entered the room, Meng Yifan glanced around inside and outside; the Miss was curious what he intended to do.

Jiang Jun and Yang Long exchanged a glance; seeing Tie Niu had swallowed the medicine, they gritted their teeth and swallowed it too—a searing heat instantly flooded their mouths, making all three faces flush red.

India—no need to explain; Buddhist cultivators emphasize spiritual power and possess their own faith, truly surpassing ordinary people in mental strength.

Everyone burst into laughter—it was truly a well-planned play, luring the wolf in just to cure the local genius's arrogance.

Then it swung its claws across its own body, slicing open a wound, and bright red blood poured out.

Chu Tian nodded, took hold of Leng Qiuyue's hand, "Alright, let's go!" He paid no attention to Jing Rong at all.

But Zheng Mingshu had not expected Zhou Sheng to completely ignore her; a soft wind had already formed, wrapping around her body and pulling her sideways.

Seeing Liu Qian die saving her, Yi Kexin felt even more heartbroken; her delicate face twitched violently, and she burst into loud sobs, tears falling like rain, grief overwhelming.