Chapter 465: The Immortal Body

Three streams of water rotated endlessly behind him, red, black, and white hues vying in brilliance, stirring the air with dull, resonant tremors.

It was as if a hundred ghosts pushed a massive black iron mill, grinding flesh and bone together into a fine, liquefied slurry of blood, each sound piercing the ears and chilling the soul.

Unusual petals occasionally drifted down from the air, pressing upon his shoulders.

Those strange, faceless yin spirits, a foot long, emerged from the flowers, some holding bronze bells, others cradling round objects.

One could imagine that without the barrier array, the watching disciples would have suffered casualties.

“Yes!” The disciples behind him responded, then departed under the leadership of several Luo Yun Palace elders, following Shangguan Ling. Han Muyun and Qin Yan slowly descended.

Only then could his teaching hall regain its former growth, rather than remain as it now was, with everyone around him watching him with hostility, as if he had done something profoundly foolish—this made Liu Yis Shubert anxious.

Meanwhile, Mo Qiankun and the others were fully focused, prepared in their optimal state to face the imminent Sanxing Empire.

Shen Guang gritted his teeth and struggled to hold on, while Changsun Wuxian, like a cat playing with a mouse, brought down a tidal wave of blade pressure.

In Lu Qingqing’s courtyard, Min Zhuer tiptoed and said to Lu Qingqing with a hint of reluctance.

Thus, the two rushed into the plant corridor, sprinting desperately. Along the way, Huayin was curious about Ye Kong’s gains, yet she did not ask—if Ye Kong wished to tell her, she would listen; if not, there was surely his reason, and no need to inquire.

Ye Kong suddenly startled, scanning his surroundings, only to find nothing but the Yanqiande Ruisi City—everywhere else was empty, the horizon shrouded in gray mist, like a smoggy day.

After a while, bright light appeared ahead; soon they arrived at this place, a vast open field where one could see a wide expanse of sky, with several winged beasts circling above.

Moreover, a vast Youyu mountain range lay between them; the map’s average level was 15, and any player entering at this stage died instantly.

Xia Chunmei had anticipated the Wang family would ask this; even if they didn’t, Xia Huohua and her son would have, so she had already prepared an excuse.

Even when stepping out—going to Baishantang or Tianxia Tower—she insisted on being accompanied by a retinue of guards, wishing someone were always there to cushion her fall.

Teacher Huang could no longer watch, and directly intervened. After all, this person had been recommended to him by Director Chen; he had to offer some protection.

“Why did you think to come to me? Is there something you need?” Zhao Chen, having heard Meng Hetang’s xiangsheng, held him in high regard, and asked.

To the right upon entering was a mushroom-house-style pavilion, presumably where meals and chats would take place in the future.

Converting the medicine into cash was partly because the doctor knew Xia Chunmei was pregnant, and partly because she truly needed money.

At the banquet table, Zhao Chen ate imperial cuisine, his emotions fluctuating slightly, yet remaining calm.

Outside the courtroom, the Wang family now grew even more certain: Xia Chunmei had a deep connection with Jin Yuntian; otherwise, why would Jin Yuntian personally come to the courthouse to support her?

Perhaps out of a sense of compensation, Liu Yu granted Liu Bei the status of Xiaolian, meaning that if Liu Bei achieved another military merit, he could become an official.

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A week has passed since Zha Zhi; during that time, Ye Rongji opened an incense hall and took Fei Quan, Cao Dahua, and others into his fold.