Chapter 25

Shen Mengyao said nothing, merely leaning into his embrace. After a long moment, as if agonizing over leaving a warm harbor, she pulled away from Lu Shaoxi and sat to the side, though she still allowed him to hold her hand.

"How did you get here?" Mu Mu felt a complex array of emotions, momentarily forgetting that she had been bickering with him just moments before.

Li Yihang gazed at her round face and plump, jade-like figure, unable to stop himself from smiling. "I want you to bear my son." No sooner had the words left his lips than he regretted them. How could he be so frivolous? To say such a thing in a sacred Buddhist place to a monastic was a grave disrespect and a profound blasphemy against the Bodhisattva Guanyin.

Moreover, Huang Yuan and Wu Xi were inside the great hall; shielded by its protection, he had no way to kill them.

During the past half-month, Li Yihang had asked every guest who came to celebrate whether they had heard news of Hu Dingzhong, the leader of the Restoration Cult. When everyone shook their heads, he requested they keep an ear out after they descended the mountain and pass along any information they might find. They all nodded in agreement.

At the same time, the numerous magical items on his person flickered with static and dimmed into lifelessness.

Sun Ying was already writhing on the ground in agony, unable to hear a word of their conversation. After a series of low groans, she could bear it no longer and suddenly let out a piercing, harrowing shriek that chilled everyone to the bone.

Huang Yuan was also astonished. In that instant, he felt as though his three dantian regions had been expanded, his strength bolstered by a significant margin.

"Fine! I agree!" Jingwei, ignoring the wounds on her body, did not hesitate to accept Tao Hejun's terms.

Meanwhile, the countless souls wandering between heaven and earth grew flesh and blood beneath the divine light, resurrected as humans, and drifted slowly down to the earth.

Just hearing him say that made my stomach rumble uncontrollably, but he hadn't even finished speaking yet.

Jinchu even had a fleeting thought of whether she should go walk in front of Harry and Ron—those fellow sufferers—since they were also among the boys fretting over finding a dance partner.

As soon as this hypothesis was proposed, Su Xian's eyes erupted with intense light, his chest heaving slightly, betraying his inner turmoil. After all, the idea was truly terrifying.

He ignored his own wounds and continued to wade deeper into the waters of the Yellow Springs, his blood trailing continuously into the dark current.

On the side of a certain street, two yellow taxis pulled up. From them stepped two men—one somewhat stout, the other rather thin.

It turned out that while they were chasing, Xiao Long had doubled back, launching a frenzied attack on those who had been trailing at the rear.

They had assumed that after being outmaneuvered by the Golden-Winged Great Peng and the First Prince, Ying Yun, and forced to flee the depths of the Yellow Springs, the creatures would be spent and unable to resist Cang Huan's interception.

Once the Peiyuan Pill hit his stomach, he felt waves of burning heat assail him. His blood roiled, and even his bones began to change.

The terrifying pressure emanating from Yue Jinse vanished in an instant, and the freezing air returned to calm. However, Leng Qingqiu trembled, stumbling back in embarrassment with pale lips and lingering terror in her beautiful eyes; one could only imagine the immense pressure she had just endured.

Zhang Sheng took a mobile phone from his pocket, preparing to make a call, but he suddenly froze in place.

Shen Hao Huang trusted Qin Yi's words absolutely; in this matter, Qin Yi had no motive to deceive him.

Hearing this, Boss Huang felt a bit more at ease. He gave a cold snort through his nose and picked up the blood jade to examine it.

The entire cave dwelling was filled with a rich concentration of spiritual energy. Naturally, it could not be compared to the back mountains of the outer sect. Even the cave dwellings of Spirit Mountain were likely a notch inferior; after all, this was private territory, and how could outsiders trespass at will?

Most of the disciples were beaming, clearly having obtained some amount of jade crystals from Jianyang Mountain.

"The Extreme Yin Body, truly rare," Daoist Huorong stood firm, staring greedily at Cheng Mo.

Forget it. Loving someone as heartless and thick-skinned as her—he had no choice but to admit defeat.

Perhaps because he had been drinking and felt drowsy, he dozed off for half the night in a sofa chair at the entrance of the internet cafe.

After Bo Yiyao stepped into the amusement park, a black BMW slowly pulled out from around a corner.

Under the gaze of the demons in the restaurant, Ye Xiu picked a table by the side and sat down, completely ignoring the eyes around him.

If Zhang Daman were to say he didn't need it, he would be a hypocrite. In such a state of alcohol-induced bravado and surging hormones, there was no reason to refuse.

Zhang Feng rubbed his chin in confusion, just about to go out and buy some snacks, when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

Yet, lying on the bed, she could not sleep at all, for there was a lump in her throat—something she could neither swallow nor spit out—that was agonizing.

That shadow made Qing Yuo uneasy. The situations of Huoyu and Yunqi were also somewhat abnormal.

The immense beastly power practically enveloped the body of the half-step Sword Saint all at once. Under such tyrannical force, already wounded, he was virtually unable to resist.

Within Hulao Pass, there were over a hundred thousand troops, guarding day and night, leaving no gap to enter. In the end, it was all to no avail.

"Since there is a table of food here, it must have been prepared for someone. I suspect it wasn't prepared for you or me, so let's just sit here and wait for the owner to appear," Wang Lingyun said as if it were a matter of course.