Chapter 123: The Daoist Is Open for Business (Thanks to Cloud-Dust Summer, Weeping Blood Eyes, and Sweet Treasure_ for their generous support.)

Chen Shi'an did not have many trinkets laid out for sale: nine wood carvings, four tubes of handmade incense, and six calligraphy and painting scrolls. If everything sold at the floor prices they had estimated, he could easily make around ten thousand yuan. These items were all crafted by Chen Shi'an back in the mountains. Since he was busy with classes now and rarely tinkered with his work, Li Wanyin had no idea how much time he spent on them. Such exquisite wood carvings... they must have taken at least ten days to carve, right?

However, based on the information available, this entity that even Russell feared did not seem to have any connection to her. At the very least, even if Mizuki wanted to concern herself with it, she lacked the capability to do so.

In the northwest, the winters are so cold that water freezes instantly. Once the season arrived, the stadium near the school would be flooded to create an ice rink, opening for night sessions under high-powered floodlights as bright as day. The artificial lake in the park would also be turned into an ice rink.

Tang Qingyi was in a particularly notable position; King Tang not only bestowed upon him countless gold and silver treasures but also showed clear intentions of testing his suitability to succeed as the Crown Prince.

Today, when he heard Qi Kexue say she was leaving, a sudden emptiness washed over him. The thought of them parting ways and perhaps never meeting again was something he could not bring himself to accept.

Because a significant number of people had been eliminated over these past few days, Chu Liyue arranged different levels of work for them based on when they were cut. Those who were eliminated at the very last moment were actually quite talented, so after further training, they were kept on at the camp to help mentor others.

Watching Ding Xiang’s retreating figure disappear, Ding Yikang muttered to himself, "Sister, Yikang will always support you. I know you don't want to be a burden to Brother Chen, so keep going." In truth, Ding Yikang was moved by his sister; to avoid being a drag on He Chen, she had even chosen to embark on the path of cultivation to help him.

"Do you have so little faith in my abilities that you think I can't even handle a mere Prefect?" Qi Kexue asked with a smile, her heart warmed by Ruo'er’s concern for her.

Shen Er had mastered the brewing techniques and special recipes taught by Qi Kexue, and he was even more confident in the future of the restaurant. He spent every day either brewing or experimenting with new dishes, to the point where he seemed almost obsessed.

As he spoke, a blade of ancient red wood suddenly appeared in the man's hand. The blade was etched with ink-like veins, resembling the meridians and blood vessels of a human body, appearing profoundly eerie.

Yinhui and Li Siyu were particularly exhausted; to ensure Zhang Hao’s safe departure, they had clashed with the sealed entity within the earth’s veins for so long that their energy was completely drained. Had Changsheng not suddenly appeared, they would have been unable to protect themselves.

From the very beginning, his Dream Immortal Clan had been coasting, showing no great animosity toward the human race. They had remained within the Xuanhuang Spirit Treasure battleship the entire time, so they had not faced much trouble.

"Break the formation! Gai Ling, hurry up and break the formation!" several peak second-tier powerhouses of the alien races roared, struggling to contain their fury.

It was evident that Sir Tan knew little about the music industry; he recognized neither Xiao Ning nor Qian Zhen.

At this point, Xing Kai paused, lifted his teacup, and took a sip of the tea, which shimmered as if filled with starlight.

This could not go on. For Zhang Hao, as the team leader, he had to ensure everyone's safety and could not let the group fall into danger. Although the aura within the stone gate was terrifying, it was fortunately not immediately threatening. All he needed to do was use Taoist arts to break it open.

The Golden-Armored Spirit Turtle looked at the golden egg in the bowl with doting eyes, while Xu Feng teased him from the side.

Furthermore, the ghost market they were currently in was merely a private one set up by a powerful ghost and did not fall under the jurisdiction of the Underworld.

The second half was different; it recorded the trainees' dormitories, practice rooms, and the re-evaluation of the theme song. This was the perfect opportunity to give trainees screen time—or, to put it plainly, the perfect opportunity to showcase those with connections.

"Ten thousand purple crystal coins!" No sooner had the young man finished speaking than Xiao Yu shouted his bid from across the way; it seemed Xiao Yu was intent on leaving no room for others.