Chapter 106: Living Buddha Ji Gong

"When did Beside Qi Hui Hui act in a show like this?" Tang Yifei said, somewhat shocked.

Because of Old Ling, she also followed Beside Qi Hui Hui closely, and she hadn't seen any news about this on his Weibo.

"He mentioned it to me once in passing." Old Ling scratched his head, saying uncertainly, "When was it… oh, right after he finished filming the special forces show."

Back then he hadn't seen a single female for several months, so he had rushed off to Modu to find Tang Yifei.

However, upon hearing the voice transmission from Taishang Laojun, he could not remain calm; the Pangu Banner swayed and shook off the King of Qingqiu.

"Third Uncle, I'm right about this, aren't I? Pretty good, right? You should also try to talk some sense into Bai Feng—he's like a greenhorn, not a brain in his head." Qi Baishan's last words were directed at Qi Zhengwang.

Half a shichen later, all four of them were somewhat panting, yet the restrictions of the Spirit Medicine Garden remained perfectly intact.

After all, he was a hero who acted righteously, not a criminal suspect; what he needed to do now was wait—wait for news of that tall, thin man's life or death. If he died, and if his family still pressed the matter, then it would have to be taken seriously.

Watching the people on the street carrying their luggage, hurrying along, yet with the joy of returning home on their faces—after a whole year of toil, they didn't need to come home in silk brocade; as long as the person came back, a family reunion was enough.

Mao Li cautiously gave Mo Xiaosheng a light kick; he was afraid of Mo Xiaosheng and didn't dare use too much force. The punch Mo Xiaosheng had landed on the right side of his neck still made it difficult for him to turn his head even now.

In truth, the jade quality of the Yin-Yang Jade was extremely pure—a rare treasure, especially for those of the Mystic Gate; it was worth ten thousand gold and hard to come by. The pure and immense spiritual power contained within could produce twice the result with half the effort, whether used for setting up formations or for cultivation.

Just as his Sovereign Hand charged at the white-robed youth once more, the white-robed youth smiled, waved his great hand, and directly seized the Xuanyuan Divine Sword in his grasp, then struck out with a single slash.

There was no massive explosion of energy, no terrifying pain—only a pair of eyes moving slowly in disbelief, fixed intently on Xiao Long, lips trembling slightly, yet not a single complete syllable emerging.

Seeing this spirit fruit, Yi Feng's body jolted; he had happened to come across this very spirit fruit in the ancient texts at the Medicine King's place.

After hearing Wang Qitian's explanation, Xia Xue was somewhat convinced. She stretched out her right hand and clasped his—broad, thick, yet not rough—right hand for a moment.

Thus Bai Sheng slipped into the ranks of the Imperial Guard, and under the lined send-off of the capital's common folk, marched out of the city gate with chest puffed out and spirits high.

A ninth-rank expert, facing people like them who were below eighth rank, didn't dare to meet them head-on—ridiculous when you thought about it.

The goateed old man was none other than Li Zhong, the steward of Li Linfu's residence. Seeing the situation, he asked the man a few questions, then rode at full gallop toward the Great Ming Palace. However, by the time he arrived, Li Linfu had already entered the Great Ming Palace and was waiting before Hanyuan Hall.

Afterwards, Xu Xianxian took on the role of Teacher Xu, and in this cramped space began teaching Ophelia some basic common sense about humans—language, as well as behavior and deportment.

Yet contrary to expectations, the faith of these people had not produced even the slightest wisp of faith power, as if their belief were all fake. Not only ordinary believers, but even two clearly high-ranking clergy members of the Executive Hub had generated no faith power at all.

"Good lord, his strength is truly astonishing." Cheriji was nearly flung from his saddle by the tremendous force transmitted through the giant blade-axe; after barely steadying himself, he said, still shaken.

Of course, this was also related to the fact that the flying warship's various magic formations had not been activated. If the layered, overlapping defensive formations were all activated, the observation effect of the Ice Soul Cold Light Mirror would also be far worse.

This year, although the situation was slightly better and a fourth-rank martial artist had been sent, as long as it wasn't fifth-rank, they simply wouldn't be taken seriously by a genius like Lin Yun. Only the Lion's Claw Sect, his greatest rival, would be regarded by him as an opponent.