Chapter 173: 171. The True and False Duan Gong Method

171. The True and False Duan Gong Method (5K, 1/1)

“The Yellow Immortal?”

Yun Tianqi was stunned by Wang Qing’s sudden question.

He stared at the scruffy middle-aged man who was sniffing hard, his eyes blank.

“I don’t know anything about the Yellow Immortal, or weasels…”

“I’ve never encountered anything like it before. I don’t even know what it looks like.”

“Weasels are bigger than rats, smaller than cats, with long tails, and they suck blood…” Wang Qing tried to describe the weasel’s appearance to Yun Tianqi,

Chen’s wife had never seen one either, but she was astonished and deeply moved, her heart filled with a longing she hadn’t felt in years.

It was also to show those around Bu Xu that fortune is unreliable, capricious, and not worth pursuing.

If that were true, why didn’t Mother stand by Father’s side? Isn’t it said that husband and wife are of one heart?

She said nothing, simply ordered her personal maid to bring the head housekeeper to the front courtyard and hand her over to Tuoba Jin.

But over time, as he gazed upon the Gu family, more developed than in his past life, he occasionally felt a sense of disorientation. Whenever this happened, his gaze would inevitably fall on Ningning.

Now, thirty years have passed. What day is this today? The situation is no longer as it was, the Central Plains are no longer as they were, nor is the late dynasty’s tyrant still on the throne.

Perhaps the current Empress is too strict, scolding people at the slightest provocation, which is why Wuwu constantly seeks her approval—competition breeds motivation, and Zicheng Palace is growing ever more lively.

Ye Lin then poured the Detox Powder into the tub. Lianyi cast a spell, causing a vortex to form in the water; within a few breaths, the powder was thoroughly mixed.

The master and servant stood head-to-head on either side of Li Yuan’s county magistrate’s desk, rapidly flipping through the name registers.

Yet even so, that doesn’t mean they lack worthy opponents. There are always greater people beyond, and higher heavens beyond the heavens—this is the truth.

From the blue realm of consciousness, a general clad in black-and-red battle armor slowly stepped forth. The man bowed to Wu Luoyang with reverence and spoke respectfully.

It was late summer, early autumn; the breeze brushing against the face carried a coolness, yet the large tree in the courtyard had not yet turned yellow, retaining the last trace of summer’s green.

Once used, the original power of the True Treasure would be halved, and the user must also reach the Golden Core stage. Otherwise, they could only stare helplessly at their True Treasure, unable to use it at all.

“Ziying, with your husband and sister Zijing by your side, all difficulties can be overcome. I love you both. The past is like drifting clouds—spend the days ahead with your husband, just as we are now, united, without barriers,” Yang Xian said tenderly.

Even Cheng Jingshen had always held the belief that once married, one stays with that person for life. Despite all the outrageous things Xie Zhaodi had done, he never once considered abandoning her.

But silence did not last long—it was shattered the instant the words ended. A sharp weapon pierced flesh with a tearing sound; the questioning cultivator’s chest burst open into a gaping wound, the blood-smeared tip of a spike emerging through his back, dripping, dripping, blood gushing forth.

The subordinates committed the keywords to memory and, with unspoken understanding, refrained from asking deeper questions.

The curly-haired man, a Disaster Messenger lurking in Heihe Alley, stared at you—you’re a celebrity among their Disaster Messengers.

The sudden darkness had already unsettled the prisoners locked in the detention room.

On this floating rock, a long line had formed—these people were clearly queuing, waiting to enter the city.

Lu Youyou’s heart stirred; she immediately looked up at the top floor of Huixian Pavilion, but alas, every window there was tightly shut, and she saw nothing.

Gao Ning said nothing more, simply kicked open the box carried by White Boss. White powder spilled chaotically across the ground.

Xiang Chen weighed the two men in his hands and noticed that as he swung them repeatedly, their ankles swelled rapidly—he feared if he kept this up, they’d be left half-paralyzed.