Chapter 107: Let

Ghost Market, Jubao Pavilion, third floor.

The atmosphere was warm and joyful, just lacking raised cups and enthusiastic celebration.

There was a minor interruption: another figure wearing a sheep mask arrived at Jubao Pavilion, but no one paid him any attention—they assumed he was an impostor and swiftly eliminated him; insignificant, leaving no impact on the lively mood.

Watching Dou Changsheng bluster aimlessly, shouting slogans louder with each cry, Yan Baidao could no longer contain himself.

“Is this really necessary? Do you need all this fuss just to see an old man?” Zeng Yi muttered in annoyance, then walked into the ward.

“You little brat, who are you calling grandpa? You’d better call me big brother,” Ouyang Jingsong, elegant and refined, flew into a rage again, completely losing his immortal aura as he roughly twisted Song Wan’s twin buns.

Feng Feng deliberately avoided looking at the old steward, following Shen Lin’s lead to take a pastry from the food box.

“Anan is dead.” Dong Ge, who had just been agitated, steadied his emotions and spoke in a calm, detached tone.

Keep in mind, ordinary disciples of Taiyuan Sect were not permitted to stray far from the sect unless under special circumstances.

As Luo Yunhe prepared for Tribulation Crossing, a golden lightning bolt streaked across the sky, striking the area where Song Wan stood—the first thunder tribulation descended. Song Wan had anticipated this; she made no defensive setup, instead letting a thread of seven-colored spiritual energy draw the lightning to purify impurities within her body.

Ye Ling jolted! Even though she wasn’t afraid of such things, seeing this scene at this moment, in this atmosphere, she couldn’t help but instinctively tense her skin and pale.

He had just agreed when Fang Yuan invited him, yet he failed to notice a flicker of color as Fang Yuan turned away—unfortunately, he didn’t catch it.

“Still just a menial.” After hearing all this, it boiled down to the same thing: a menial was a menial; changing the name or adding a fancy title didn’t change that. I grumbled in dissatisfaction.

Facing the same sea breeze, arms crossed loosely at the waist, gazing solemnly—the very same expression as before.

Youkuang hadn’t expected that a casual gesture would yield so many treasures; he silently thanked Long Lin for the earlier reminder—if not for it, his unsettled emotions at the time would have made him overlook these treasures entirely.

“Enough. Your master has given you everything he could. Go now~” As Gu Chen spoke, he slowly faded into the wicker chair.

As the heir to the Xiao family and the spiritual pillar of the entire Xiao clan, Xiao Yan lived up to expectations, rapidly reaching the Third-Star Warrior realm, securing his position as the top young generation member of the Xiao clan, and once again becoming the super nova drawing the gaze of all in Huiling City.

But as he retreated, his center of gravity shifted backward, and Bagge’s vision blurred—he was suddenly closed in on by Zhang Yong. A gust of wind brushed his ear as Zhang Yong swiftly raised his elbow and slammed it hard into Bagge’s left temple.

Walking through Hurricane Valley, this map was genuinely annoying—the sky was choked with sand, visibility severely limited; even Fenglin grass just a few meters away was sometimes impossible to spot, making collection efficiency painfully low.

The half-orc had barely finished speaking when Break Soul Slash reduced him to countless fragments; its area-of-effect damage surged through, my 100% bonus damage instantly killing both knights and sending them to meet their maker, while the Gate of Life and Death barely survived on low health thanks to potions and the healer’s Life Recovery skill.

“Hah! Welcome, old man has been waiting for you a long time. Thank you for your support—my prior efforts were not in vain. The plan is now underway; the real show has only just begun!” The black-clothed man stood alone before Mo Yao and his group, showing no fear, instead laughing loudly.