Chapter 152

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“Where are you in such a hurry to go?” Ye Kaicheng pulled Xu Zuoyan into his arms and asked.

Everyone held their breath and nodded in understanding; the footsteps above the cell grew closer, then after a faint, hoarse scuffle, several heavy thuds echoed, followed by silence once more above the cell.

Lucifer opened his mouth to speak, but spat out two mouthfuls of blood, then weakly waved his hand, signaling he was unharmed.

When Li Xin and the other two heard Huang Xin finish, they burst into loud laughter, clutching their stomachs; Huang Xin, seeing this, ignored them entirely—he’d said his piece, let them do as they pleased, and went to sleep.

After achieving immortality first through the physical body, his bodily strength surged dramatically, and the advantages of martial cultivation gradually became apparent; moreover, his sword dao had reached a bottleneck, and breakthrough required fortune—he could not force it—so Ye Feng decided it was necessary to develop techniques for wielding his bodily strength as a major trump card.

Bai Zihua, who had been quietly eating, glanced fleetingly at Ye Xingtian with the corner of his eye, then turned his gaze straight ahead; Ye Xingtian did not notice that instant.

“It seems the Zheng family’s secrets run deep—two Qi Condensation cultivators have surfaced at once; surely other families must have them too. These two Zheng Qi Condensation cultivators are known, but who knows what hidden forces lie behind them?” Li Xin gazed calmly at the Zheng family’s patriarch, thinking silently.

In Huixin Palace, Lady Li leaned lazily on a luxurious couch, one hand resting beside her head, the other gently stroking her flat abdomen, now and then caressing it, a smile of happiness on her lips.

“I get it, Lei Zi. Starting today, I won’t be like this anymore. Better to be happy—if Li Xin were up there, he’d be glad.” Su Xinlan smiled faintly.

Alone, Xu Zuoyan had nothing to do, lay on the sofa, eating cake, thinking of the people in the house; before he knew it, he fell asleep.

Gazing dazedly at the cold, distant figure riding the sword away, Mo Wen suddenly felt the road ahead was bleak—not only was the journey ten thousand li long, but he’d even taken the wrong direction.

As Chen Gongshu spoke, Wang Yaqiao’s eyes sparkled with amusement; Xiao Shan and Xie Tian realized they’d been tricked by Wang Yaqiao, but after hearing Chen Gongshu’s words, Wang Yaqiao’s eyes suddenly flared with bright, ferocious light as he stared at Chen Gongshu.

Xue Qingqing rose and changed into a specially made crimson ceremonial robe, looking like a proud phoenix.

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and steadied my emotions, then began seriously considering his request.

As for Shen Yanqing and Nan Ge being together, it had long ceased to be a secret in the CEO’s office.

“By the way, Xiao Shan, normally it’s Wang Puchen who meets with me—why did he send you today? And how’s Xie Tian? You came to Shenyang—did he come with you?” After hearing Ye Ming’s words, Xiao Shan suppressed his inner anger—must stay calm—and looked at Ye Ming with a faintly sorrowful gaze.

As Abe’s body crashed heavily to the ground, the thud shook Xiao Shan’s heart violently; he forced back the urge to turn around, stepping steadily toward the iron gate of the execution ground.

Unlike the elders and abbots of each sect, who remained expressionless, the male disciples of Qingyun Sect mostly glared at Mo Wen with murderous hatred, as if he had stolen their wives.

Elder Yan’s account must have come from the Sea Demon King in the sea prison by the Fengshen Shore.

All of them turned into brilliant crimson fireworks, exploding in an instant with breathtaking beauty, like the pinnacle of art.

Hearing Wang Xun speak so frankly, everyone felt he suited their temperament; they answered in unison, parted to make way, then clustered behind him toward the camel caravan. As they passed before Fang Ziling and the others who had supervised them, they still shot them several resentful glares to vent their anger.

“It’s the Black Xuan Snake’s poison barrier at work—we must find a way to expel the poison from our bodies,” Yin Mengli said weakly; if not for Zhuge Buliang supporting her, she would have collapsed to the ground.

Yet each of them remained as enchanting as ever—skin soft, white, and smooth as jade, radiating an even more mature allure.

“You’re tough,” Jiang Nan said, his lips curling into a faint, cold smile.

The black brick shot out like a streak of light, vanishing from sight in an instant; Zhuge Buliang’s strength was immense—his throw sent it at least dozens of li away.

Some were even willing to pay any price to gain this ability, because later, most powerful cultivators wielded famous swords; to master a great sword art, they needed the “Weapon” ability to awaken their combat sense toward swords and aid their comprehension.

Besides, why are intelligent races called intelligent races? Because they know how to enjoy life, have aspirations—not like savages who only understand eating, drinking, and mating. Thus, the three races gradually reached agreements with humans.

The yellow-haired man did not believe Jiang Nan could be this weak; in fact, he sensed a faint aura of danger emanating from Jiang Nan—the very same feeling he’d developed after over a decade as boss of the Ten Sects.