Chapter 613: Consolidating the Foundation and Nourishing the Origin

After the second day of the first lunar month, villagers from surrounding hamlets came up the mountain to pay New Year’s visits, bringing loads of grain, cured meat, cloth, and firewood; the land on Wulong Mountain still did not require grain taxes, so the villagers could only express their gratitude this way.

During this time, cultivation companions from Lingqiu Sect, the Li family of Xiangxi River, Daheishan Huangfeng Zhai , and the Sun family of Hongshan came to pay New Year’s calls; the New Year gifts piled up like mountains, and of course included the July orchid seeds from Dafengshan.

Following Dongfang Yuying’s instructions, afterward

Although Gu Wei appeared outwardly easygoing, Chen Feng did not think so, for Gu Wei carried a hidden ruthlessness—his gaze was piercing, capable of piercing straight into one’s soul, certainly not the kind of harmless man he seemed.

Zhou Lie swiftly whipped his long blade through the air, then brought it down across his own throat; blood spurted out, and even as he died, his eyes still held a trace of unwillingness.

At that moment, Yishuxue, still clinging to Chen Feng, let out a soft whimper; though her movements had stopped, Chen Feng’s slight shift had caused her pain, prompting the involuntary sound.

Yet in the antique market, nine out of ten items are fakes; countless collectors have been fooled and taken advantage of, even experts have been duped by high-quality counterfeits. Many hope to grow rich overnight through antique dealing, but only a tiny fraction ever succeed.

While Mo Xiao and Liang Fei and others fought to the death, Ye Can Tian had already found a better ambush site. Without needing to guess, he seemed to have foreseen Mo Xiao’s fate—he now needed to preserve his peak combat strength to challenge Liang Fei.

Li Qingfeng smiled faintly and did not answer; he knew the Flower Immortal’s guess was correct—he was indeed invincible in the Master Realm, and no one could stand against him unless a true cultivator appeared.

Because Lin Chen’s power had now reached the peak of the Semi-Divine Realm, even with the Time Tower’s aid, progress was still too slow.

Liu Ju stared at the bloody head of Borhute held in Xie Wujie’s hand, deeply curious, and asked: “Is this Borhute the traitor? But, Brother Xie, why are you carrying this villain’s head?” Chang Yuchun was equally curious.

“Good, call me when the Xingyang tea and weight-loss pills are ready—I’ll have them come pick them up,” Xue Ying smiled.

The fierce Russian strongman, who had once resembled a rampaging bear, had been crushed to death by a single punch from Li Luohé—the bloody scene remained vivid in his memory.

Judging by the three old men’s scoring habits, it would likely be a perfect score; thus, the title of Asian Cooking God would fall to Japan’s Miyazaki Kiyohide.

Living with the big monk, Li Xiuyuan would inevitably practice martial arts and calligraphy every day, following the monk’s demands—or else the monk would double the punishment.

She knew her younger brother was skilled, but this was over a hundred thugs armed with cleavers—charging straight at them was far too dangerous.

Luca silently shook his head, pacing slowly as he tapped his staff with his fingers, the nails clicking against the wood with a steady “tap-tap.”

Its annual sales at Longteng Mall were staggering, yet Longteng Group had suddenly pulled it from shelves—not just online, but even in physical supermarkets.

This was quite terrifying, considering the film had no special effects and thus low production costs; besides Zhang Fan and Leng Yuefei, the rest were lesser-known veteran actors.

“Ayi, what do you think of this one?” Murong Xue picked out a raw stone, tugged on Shen Yi’s arm, and pointed to the piece she favored.

Guan Yu realized the Engine Heart had not fallen from above him, but appeared before him; before he could react, the Engine Heart’s spear had already pierced through his body.