Chapter 262: The Valley of Eternal Youth and Immortality

The mountain gorge ahead was deep and treacherous, but to go around it would mean traveling sideways for who knows how many more li and climbing over countless more peaks.

Going down to the bottom, one could then climb back up; the gorge walls were covered in countless old vines—fresh new ones in tender green, ancient ones in brownish yellow—plenty to grab onto and use.

For ordinary folk, doing this would naturally be fraught with danger, but for martial artists it posed no great problem; the people of the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands were no easy opponents, and with the aid of unorthodox methods, crossing this gorge was no obstacle.

If there truly was no other way, then he could only kill her; at worst, dying together with this evil dragon wouldn't be a loss for her.

Besides, I take this same route home from work every day; suddenly switching paths after something happened would be awfully suspicious.

Consort Jiang gripped the letter in her hand tightly, her heart wavering—what should she do now? Was she to be locked away in the Eternal Spring Palace for the rest of her life?

At the same time, Xie Ru let out an earth-shaking roar, his legs powerfully stomping on the massive boulder beside the cliff; his body leapt several meters into the air, bounding and leaping as he headed down the cliff.

Haoyu continued gathering these fresh ingredients, seemingly quite unimpressed by the breathtakingly beautiful Duanmu Ehuang before him.

"Without the Sovereign's command, we will not." Hua Yu replied with pride; if they wanted them to undo it, they'd have to wait for the Sovereign's order.

Those few men's bodies trembled; some turned and ran without daring to say another word, but three people forced themselves to stay despite their fear.

Hearing Ye Tian's words, the two of them struggled to get up from the ground and said respectfully to Ye Tian, "Boss"—today they were thoroughly convinced; they knew Ye Tian hadn't used his full strength at all, otherwise they'd already be dead.

The moment Su Mo Yu finished speaking, Zhou Yi strode in, his face ashen, his expression so dark it could drip water.

Before he could even react, Liu Erlong's fist had already landed on his face, the terrifying force erupting.

No one doted on Fu Jing more than Nanny Fu; she held her son in the palm of her hand and loved him dearly, but she didn't raise him to be a mama's boy—he had his own personality and his own opinions.

All she could do was peel back the white lotus's mask layer by layer, letting everyone see what kind of person Tang Ke'er truly was.

"As long as you like it, and you like that girl, it's a blessing in her fate." Seeing the message from Rong Nian, Leng Chen couldn't help but curl his lips; he knew Ling'er would get along wonderfully with Rong Nian.

Allergic to taro? It's Mu An'an who's allergic to taro; having spent four years together, Lu Jinnian naturally knew his partner Mu An'an was allergic to taro.

After learning this, he broke his own promise, exploiting her weakness to lure her out.

One occasion Ning Jing remembered especially clearly: even when it came to a matter of peanuts, she'd circle around and around before getting to it—what brand of peanuts tasted best, how her aunt loved this and that, and then how things were back in their college days, and so on.

At this moment, a troop of riders hurried out from the city's most luxurious Yellow Stone Fortress; their mounts looked very similar to the unicorns of Western mythology, and were exceptionally tall.

It can only be said that history has its own inertia; even in a world of myth, all developments follow a fundamental logic.

A vicious glint flickered in Cui Xuehao's eyes, but Zheng Zhong was already a dying man—there was no need to argue with him. He began flattering Du Shenglin, hoping the other man could give him a leg up.

The indoor basketball court had been renovated; in this place, I first learned that he was Su Ruo. Turns out I had always been badmouthing him right in front of him—pretty awkward.

"Fifty million." Just as Feng Fan was listening quietly, a cultivator at the initial stage of late Great Completion, wearing grey robes and standing several zhang before him, called out this price.

The next morning, several crows cawed incessantly above the Yao family mansion; Yao Yi, who had been sound asleep, was woken up by the noise.