Chapter 36

Shi Nuan did not expect Song Yansheng to return. She instinctively tried to push him away, but the man pulled her head closer, holding her tight.

They truly did not want to see Yue Li looking heartbroken. Everyone said that a person looks most beautiful when they smile, and was Yue Li any different?

Fang Xi’s gaze swept across the living room; she did not see Qin Ying, but she did notice Mo Ling’er, who was dressed in a light white evening gown.

The ghost messenger did not keep them long. He gave them two mobile phones—high-end devices, the Apple 10 invented by Steve Jobs in the underworld, which could function in both the living and spirit realms. Most importantly, it provided them with the precise location of the Underworld Office.

From the way Lin Hao treated Meihuizi, he became increasingly certain that the man’s intentions in raising her were far from pure.

Not to mention that the forest was the domain of the Red Robes. Unfortunately for them, for someone adept at using fire, the forest was equally Fu Hao’s domain. It was as if everything about this guy was specifically designed to counter him.

Zhang Minghao looked at the child, but instead of responding to the plum blossom, he pulled a Yang Talisman from his pocket, channeled his internal vital energy, and ignited it.

Everyone was bewildered, but when a suave and dashing young gentleman appeared before Yu Jinxiu, they finally understood.

"Does anyone have any objections?" Mo Tianhong’s gaze swept across the room. Although Mo Tianli and Mo Zifan had reservations, they could not speak up at such a moment and had to plan for the long term.

At this point, Cheng Qi was nearly in tears. If he couldn't get a promise from Qin Ying today to spare the Cheng family, he would be ruined.

"I can solve that; I have longevity and life essence," I said after some thought.

He had been incredibly depressed for the past two days. Fortunately, his roommate didn't continue to violate him last night. His roommate also felt quite awkward about the incident, claiming that for some unknown reason, he suddenly felt an urge to discharge something at that moment, which led to what happened.

Wu Yan didn't even look at the demonic beasts; he sold those he had killed himself, and since he didn't know how to forge, the beasts were useless to him. He also skipped over the ores used for forging, though he memorized their names, shapes, and functions.

When Zhang Yuan and Yuyin rushed to the front of the yellow-eyed zombie and the red-clad vengeful spirit, they both collapsed to their knees with a thud.

Later, Hao Yongzhu called Wu Yan over to inquire about the past hundred years. Wu Yan gave a rough summary, and although Hao Yongzhu knew he was hiding something, he did not press him for details.

Not only did they not believe it, but even the president, vice-presidents, and elders of the Alchemist Association, as well as the leaders and powerhouses of the major factions present, found it unbelievable.

Fortunately, he had managed to concentrate the pressure of several Celestial Immortals within himself, which was the fundamental reason he had been able to break the deadlock and fly into the sky.

Possessing such cultivation but being unable to utilize it in the face of a spiritual artifact—it was incredibly frustrating.

The monument was seven or eight meters high, with many names inscribed on it. Yan Hanshui made a rough estimate: there were over a thousand people.

It was the first time Yuan Wankai had seen someone at the eighth stage of the Earth Profound Realm in such a miserable state, and he looked at Meng Fan with admiration.

"Remember what you said today." Zhang Tianyi’s expression remained unchanged. He turned, walked out of the room, nodded to the two security guards at the door, and strode away.

Such an outcome would surely lead to defeat; he would remain forever shrouded in the psychological shadow of Li Xiang. The Thirteenth Young Master understood this consequence well, yet he could not shake the thought.

"As long as we return..." Before the nobleman could finish, Alfonso interrupted him rudely.

Sun Qitian achieved breakthrough one day after Fang Zheng, also becoming an Immortal Emperor. The date for his grand banquet was still to be determined.

The Immortal-Slaying Sword had automatically protected its master, opening a passage to a new world and allowing life force to flow out to help Su Zheng recover.

Finally, to force the Holy Roman Empire to submit, Tim dispatched a large number of spies to infiltrate its interior, sowing discord among the various principalities.

However, her high bridge of the nose and pursed lips revealed Yang Jingqiu’s abundant vitality and the power she wielded.

Displaced people had legs and could walk, but they could not survive without food. Therefore, the Minsheng Shipping Group, the backbone of water transport in Sichuan, took on the heavy responsibility of transporting grain from Chengdu and Chongqing. To alleviate the logistics pressure, the Minsheng Shipping Group placed continuous orders with various shipyards in the province.

This was no lie. Having experienced so many great ups and downs, Old Gao’s affection for his final disciple even surpassed his respect for the sect. He would rather fail the sect than let his disciple suffer.

Alas, Ye Feng did not know that although Princess Lanxiang looked ugly, she was highly ambitious and felt that the Qingfeng Sect, being a low-grade third-tier sect, was beneath her status.

"So powerful?" Not only Lu Xun, but even Pang Tong and Chen Deng were extremely astonished.

Li Zhiyuan hung up the phone and said to He Saixue, "He wants to treat us to dinner. Let's go..." With that, he drove toward the Hongbin Restaurant.

At that moment, in the chicken coop, some wild chickens were sleeping while others were cultivating. Their beaks opened and closed rhythmically, and spiritual energy continuously rose from the cultivating chickens, pouring into Li Zhiyuan’s body and entering his Dantian.

"He will not die." The Great Sage Qingtian walked step by step, his aura becoming extremely unstable.

Looking at the three characters, Li Zhiyuan suddenly thought of Li Jianyi, whom he had slain. Before dying, he had claimed to be a member of the Five Spirits Sect. Thinking of this, his heart skipped a beat, and he hesitated.

His body was incredibly tough; even bullets could not kill him unless they completely shredded his flesh.

Richard’s strength had reached the Gold level, and he was infamous. Everyone in Komsomolsk-on-Amur knew his name.

Old Zhou was there to look at the item, so he didn't mind providing an appraisal. He walked to the table, sat in the master chair, put on his glasses, and holding a magnifying glass, examined the painting spread out before him. Within five minutes, he had his conclusion.

After hearing everyone’s words, Long Yifei thought about it carefully and felt it made perfect sense. He kept his mouth shut and watched the competition silently.