Volume 1, Chapter 34: First Steps into the Ancient Immortal Path!

To those endowed with innate, superior spiritual roots, this ancient "Scripture of Creation" is nothing but a heretical, distorted text—a book of demons! Consequently, even a place like the Library Pavilion would never house such an ancient volume. Those capable of collecting such classical Daoist works are no ordinary people. Originally, the fat man wanted to stay, but since the number of witnesses did not necessarily improve the case, and the police had already gathered the full context, they let him go.

With that soul-stirring glance, Baili Jiu felt his bones melt instantly. His breathing grew heavy as he pulled Nuoya into his arms. Everyone arrived at the Shoukang Palace one after another, but Empress Dowager Feng, seated upon the gilded throne carved with phoenixes and jewels, wore a somber expression. Because Zhu Meilu had her arm severed at the elbow by the Chongzhen Emperor, she suffered incessant pain whenever the weather was overcast or rainy. Furthermore, as a northerner, she struggled to adapt to the humid south, falling ill for several months as soon as she arrived in Guangdong.

Her grandmother’s kind, smiling face kept flickering through her mind, finally freezing abruptly on that head with pale skin and closed eyes, lying inside the iron box. Fortunately, he had a good memory; he led Hetai and his party directly to the land of exotic flowers, and both Sun Shi and Magistrate Cheng confirmed that this was indeed the place. Even if he had reached that level, Master Luban had left behind certain skills; escaping was not entirely impossible.

"So this is like owing you a wish, then?" Qian Xu pondered, feeling somewhat reluctant: heaven knows what Gong Zhuoxi might ask of her. Gu Sheng nodded involuntarily; it was true. As a perfumer, she knew this best. Her shoulder was tapped—it was Lu Yunxin.

The eldest sister's only way out was to decisively draw a line with the Ruan family, divorce Ruan Haoting, and let the outside world see what kind of character the Ruan family truly possessed; this was the correct course of action. Qin Meiniang’s sword remained pressed against the throat of the soldier and general serving under the Emperor of the Golden Phoenix Kingdom. Some wanted to weigh the strength of the Jia family, so many sat in their seats while quietly pricking up their ears to listen for any developments. The next moves of the Rongguo Mansion would serve as a crucial assessment of the power held by Consort Shu’s faction.

"What is it? Don't tell me that you were bewitched by that old man just because he mentioned Father?" Mother Qi walked over to Qi Yuantu, pouting as she spoke. Upon hearing the words of the Old Ancestor of the Yellow Goat, his heart suddenly cleared. No wonder he had been unable to contact him for the past three months—so that was how it was. He kept the Old Ancestor's words in his heart, but when he wanted to reply, the connection had already been severed.

"Not at all, not at all. A planned meeting is not as good as a chance encounter. If you have the refined interest, Brother Dao, why not join in the fun?" Nanjie laughed. "Very well, very well." Jiang Yunyue said, drawing two contracts from the drawer, placing one before herself and the other before Liang Yishan. Lu Fan looked toward that spot, lost in thought. Combining this with the fragments of conversation he had overheard in the cave, he realized those people had come to the Yunling Forest Sea in search of a treasure. It seemed they had discovered something.

Hearing a sound, everyone looked up to see the Imperial Noble Consort and the Virtuous Consort approaching gracefully with a retinue of palace attendants. They were all smiles, but the Empress’s expression changed instantly. After speaking, the Fourth Prince stepped forward, heading toward the doorway of the room where the Second Prince was staying, rolling up his sleeves as he prepared to push the door open.

The Five-Colored Divine Light, carrying the weight of Hong Jun’s lifelong cultivation, poured into Li Jinglong’s body like an angry sea. Immediately after, Qiu Yongsi, Mo Rigen, and Atai each channeled their own cultivation into him. Huang Guolun felt it was so embarrassing to do this; he truly did not have the thick skin required to peddle products related to himself to his students.

Suddenly, Zhong Tu’s expression flickered. A glow representing the Klein field emerged around him, incorporating a repulsion domain that forcibly pushed Wang Gang’s body away from him. Then, with a fierce kick and a swing of his arm, he sent Wang Gang flying. It was only after seeing the lion-head buckle on his waist that Lu Yu identified him as a bodyguard. Without that buckle, Lu Yu would never have guessed it; after all, in the Great Song Dynasty, who but mountain hunters or Jurchens from the north would walk around wearing a full leather outfit?

After all, the information in the story was very vague; there was no clear indication of where they had landed. Therefore, even if one wanted to wait like Seregia, there was no clue to go on, and one could only give up in frustration. This gang now controlled a residential area and posed a direct threat to a refugee settlement managed by a large joint military and police department.

Whether you worship her or mock her, Chun Ge is Chun Ge. She is a unique superstar created by the times. In the current era of unprecedented entertainment prosperity, Li Yuchun cannot be replicated. By the time he started cursing Lu Yu, Lu Yu had already disappeared. This showed that Lu Yu’s actions at the Zuifeng Pavilion had thoroughly intimidated this Khitan bodyguard, shaking him so badly he lacked the courage to even "converse" with Lu Yu face-to-face.

The Earl was just about to shake his head in denial, but the next second, he saw his butler emerge from behind the fat man, wearing a look that was a mixture of strangeness and joy. Once the system detected any precursor to criminal activity, it would immediately notify the Death Knight, the Warlock, or the Werewolf to go and lure or drive the target to a secluded place before carrying out an execution.