55 Chapter Fifty-Five

Subconsciously, Li Qian felt that Ye Jinmu must be plotting something with this trip out.

Su Tang was somewhat skeptical of what Wei Xiyuan said, but at this moment, it was not convenient for her to refute.

After persuading Xiang Youya, the entire contract signing process went very smoothly, and Teacher Xiang even specially cleared a three-month schedule to accommodate Yuehe.

In the blink of an eye, she saw Ye Cheng touching his own arm and helping him sit up.

Even though Ye Jinmu was not Jiang Mingchuan's biological sister, she shared such a deep sibling bond with him. But what about him? Back then, Chu Qianjia's mind was always occupied with how to scheme against him, never letting him feel even the slightest shred of warmth.

As he was listlessly watching the pedestrians coming and going outside the shop, suddenly the sound of horse hooves echoed through the street, and then a familiar figure flashed past the front of the shop.

The thirty-five individuals carried nothing that could verify their identities, and their teeth were laced with poison—the signature method of suicide squads.

However, ever since the incident with the King of Yan's Goblet, Ye Wan's attitude toward Ye Jinmu seemed to have undergone a dramatic change.

"May I ask your Daoist name and where you cultivate?" Han Fei was inwardly startled; this old Daoist indeed possessed some genuine skills. Naturally, however, Han Fei would not completely trust a stranger, and at least needed to know the old man's title and origins.

Among the Demon Sect of the Two Bounds Mountain, there were eight demonic envoys: Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain, Rain, Snow, Thunder, and Armament, each responsible for guarding the four outer portals a thousand miles away from the Demon Sect. The western portal a thousand miles away was precisely guarded by the Mountain Demonic Envoy and the Armament Demonic Envoy.

Yet no matter what, he never expected that this person would actually serve as a mountain-guarding disciple at the foot of Qingping Peak?

Mu Jingqi looked at Rong Qian in surprise; could it be that he hadn't told her? However, glancing at her belly, he understood in an instant—he must not have wanted to distract her.

Yao Laiye returned to his own dwelling and took out a stone from his hand—it was precisely the Longevity Stone that everyone was talking about. He then took the stone and rubbed it against his severed wrist a few times. Immediately, the flesh and blood at the severed wrist began to surge, and before long, a new hand grew out.

"Do not be discouraged; your strength is sufficient to rank among major generals. Just wait a bit longer. I heard you intend to follow Kong Tianzhao?"

Although the mask worn by that person was exquisitely crafted and could adhere almost seamlessly to the skin, trying to deceive his eyes was still impossible.

"What is going on? This, this is impossible! I clearly saw him strike Master down the cliff with a single palm..." Yi Nanxun's eyes were filled with utter astonishment.

Thirty miles outside Haotian City, an army of five hundred thousand soldiers from the Western Yue Kingdom and the Southern Qian Kingdom had already gathered, with each and every one fully equipped and ready to march.

"Silver Bell is actually still quite decent. We need to understand the coach's good intentions," Wang Dafeng chimed in.

Or perhaps it was because Wuming's destiny was intertwined with the Hero Sword; with the Hero Sword broken, was Wuming doomed to share his misfortune?

It wasn't until later events unfolded, when those powerhouses of the War Sect actually granted Xu Chen a favor, that he grew panicked. He had spent the entire night yesterday thinking about this matter, and the more he thought, the more terrified he became.

Sitting on the railing of the corridor, for some reason her mind went completely blank, and she sat there rigidly and blankly with a dull gaze until she heard Dou Lizi's voice calling her from inside the room. Only then did she shake her numb legs and walk in.

Upon reading Han Tuidang's letter, Zhou Yafu smiled. He knew that the overall situation was settled; he had successfully gripped his opponent's throat, leaving only the final squeezing motion.

Guo Qin also knew that his two brothers would have doubts, but explaining the matter of the aquatic puppet beasts to them right now was indeed too difficult. After all, such a matter sounded utterly incredible, and Guo Qin did not want to waste time explaining things to Bolie and Mofan.

As for Xinhu and the others, they were arranged to sit in the guest of honor seats, feeling flattered... and somewhat overwhelmed.

Her zither music sounded like a tearful complaint, moving people to deep sorrow. It was as if she were telling a story. Once upon a time, whether looking at the clouds resting on the mountain peaks through the misty rain, gathering herbs on the cloud-veiled cliffs, or idly tapping Go pieces, there would always be two companions by her side. Now, unexpectedly, one person was missing. Ye Shu, it turns out you were carved into my heart long ago.

A seductive beauty with an enchanting figure and lingering charm, seated at the same table, asked her with a provocative tone in her voice.

With a single thrust piercing to the bottom, he then gave a stir, cutting out a circular piece right behind the tail and large mouth of the earthworm-like serpent.

"Wait—" Before Zhao Zhengce could even look, the peach wood sword in his hand was snatched away by Wang Dan. Next, Wang Dan performed an action that left Zhao Zhengce dumbfounded.

Once one becomes the person entrusted with sealing the gods on behalf of heaven, they become an executor of the Heavenly Dao of Daozu Hongjun. All worldly grudges, grievances, and karmic ties will no longer have the slightest connection to them.

Her gaze, as luck would have it, happened to land on a certain area of the young master, where things had already returned to their original state.

Qin Luofan's jaw was clenched tight, his handsome face tinged with anger, and his dark eyes locked firmly on the person in his arms.

"Strange, there are no traces of other hackers' activities on the computer. But how was my QQ hacked back from me?" The peerless hacker could never figure out the crucial point.

The number of great evolution is fifty, of which forty-nine are used. From the first discourse to the forty-ninth, it has reached the extreme of heaven and earth. If one were to scheme for the fiftieth discourse, it would be somewhat akin to trying to calculate the heavenly secrets. Yet since ancient times, those who attempted to calculate the heavenly secrets have all been calculated by them. The heavenly secrets are unmeasurable, and the Great Dao cannot be calculated.

This sentence echoed over and over again in my mind, and in the end, it felt as though it had been carved into the marrow of my bones, pulling and tearing at me with agonizing pain.

Of course, trying to intercept Zhuang Wangu was equally out of the question. Zhuang Wangu had long been rated as the hardest saint to kill. Indeed, his speed was number one under heaven, capable of teleportation at any moment and mastering spatial abilities. These capabilities made Zhuang Wangu far too defying of the heavens—so defying that he was practically impossible to kill, provided he resolved to escape.

"Princess Becky, 18 years old this year, a wind-style mage, mysteriously disappeared three years ago. According to analysis by her family's intelligence operatives, it is extremely likely that she went to some secret location to cultivate alongside Avans." Dongfang Yin recited.