Chapter 114: Reaching the End

"Just because you aren't allowed in, doesn't mean we aren't." Li Wanbai sneered, striding forward.

The staff member hesitated, but upon catching sight of the silk draped over Li Wanbai’s shoulders, he had a sudden realization. He said stiffly, "Oh, Dancer, you’ve returned! Rest assured, the cabaret has remained completely undisturbed during this time; no one has been able to enter! If you don't believe me, you may go and see for yourself."

Yu Baichuan glanced at him and offered an objective critique: "Your delivery is poor, and your expressions are stiff."

For a cultivator, a lapse in mental state is the most serious problem of all. Using a practical test to examine that state is a worthwhile endeavor.

The bearded man was a smooth operator. Although he had already secured Xu Wuyou’s cooperation, he did not neglect Duorou and Xiong Yan. He hurried over to flatter them, calling them "Great Immortals" incessantly until Duorou and Xiong Yan were left speechless and had no choice but to go along with it for now.

She struggled in vain, but it was useless. The Demonic Binding Rope coiled around her and propelled her forward, straight to the feet of the figure in black.

Every year, He Yi spent his birthday at the foot of the mountain. There are many ways to celebrate a birthday in this world, but He Yi only felt satisfied after eating a bowl of fresh, steaming longevity noodles—a tradition he followed unfailingly every single year. This year’s birthday was special; after he finished his noodles, Jian He gifted him a sword.

The betrothal, the inquiry of names, the divination of omens, the presentation of gifts, and the selection of the wedding date—the first five of the six traditional rites were rushed through in a mere three days.

Once Xia’er understood, her face instantly collapsed. Looking at Ye Zhong with teary eyes, she pleaded in a voice as thin as a thread, shaking his arm and begging him not to promote her to the status of a "Beauty Vessel."

Below, the dome of the administrative hall, which stood nearly ten thousand meters high, was occasionally stirred by a breeze that carried a faint fragrance, possessing the power to calm the mind and focus the spirit.

Why did the indoor lighting suddenly cut out? Did the sound of the gunshot mean the teammates had already begun their move? This was the question that flashed through the mind of one of the team members.

If not for this, with He Yi having disappeared for days and the parasites having gone hungry for just as long, this shell would have long since fallen apart.

As Grudge Monks, they were immortal as long as their grudge remained intact, but no one wanted to be torn apart for the amusement of a giant crocodile.

Watching the powerful immortals gathering from all directions, Wang Yang remained composed and spoke indifferently.

"I am your mother; why shouldn't I have a say in your life?" Provoked by Jun Yao, Lin Meng, who had been drinking, blurted it out.

He packed his belongings, left the hotel under the cover of night, and walked along the street. Sure enough, after turning a few corners, he found the car that had been tailing him among the vehicles on the road.

Lin Feng asked, "Then who set up this cenotaph? Why are your remains in the Nine Nether Purgatory? And what is going on with this broken world?"

The former commander had died in a mutiny, and it was he who had led the troops to quell it. For the sake of stability in the Ziqing political situation, he could only temporarily claim the title of Acting Governor, hoping the imperial court would select someone virtuous and prestigious to lead the Pinglu, Qinghai, and Zhenhai armies and manage the civil affairs of the twelve prefectures and seventy-two counties.

Once controlled by the spatial laws of the Demonic Vine, the Bandaged Saint would be unable to even enter the cycle of reincarnation; his death would be an absolute certainty.

Indeed. The pressure of the world within the Eternal Night Cage was directional—sometimes from top to bottom, sometimes from left to right.

"Hua—a fine surname. The Medicine King Hua Tuo also carried the name Hua. If you look back a few hundred years in history, you might even be related," Qin Hai said warmly.

Yu Ke was furious and wanted to strike, but the thought of the Fire Twilight City’s prohibitions held him back. He knew the terror of those decrees well—if he made a move, he did not want to bear the consequences.

When it comes to drinking, the young prefer to carouse, clinking glasses and challenging one another to drink hundreds of cups, which they call bold spirit. Elder Ye and his companions prefer to sip slowly, finding amusement in conversation; a cup of clear wine paired with a gentle breeze is what they call leisure.

Thus, Li Xun saw the Blood-Kissed creature there. Most of its body was submerged in the Transformation Pool, with only its feline head exposed, watching the intense battle in the distance.