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"Remember your promise to me." The voice grew increasingly distant until it was barely audible. Yet Li Yu knew that once he restored the Dao scripture, the owner of that voice would surely come looking for him.

At this point, some of the shrewder cultivators finally understood. So that was why Elder Qingteng had been banished from the Qingteng clan back then—it was because he had killed their clan leader. However, many of the cultivators present had already heard rumors of that incident, so they did not feel particularly surprised.

Upon hearing the two words "Seventh Master," her nerves went into an uncontrollable spasm, as she felt that nothing good ever came from crossing this fellow.

"Even if they don't get beaten at home, once their families find out why you fought, if you beat them up again in the future, their families will probably be too embarrassed to show their faces at the Qin residence," Xiuxiu said, grasping Song Qing's meaning and speaking triumphantly to Qin Zhaoyang.

When she returned, both Xiuxiu and Mother Yu had already arrived. Song Qing then asked Xiuxiu to recount what had just happened.

The Elven Shrine was located deep within the Rocky Mountains. Given the conditions of the mountains, if she logged off now, wouldn't it mean that the moment she logged back on, she would be randomly teleported to some other incomprehensible place? That would simply be too tragic.

After Mirada finished speaking, Ye Ci saw two options appear before her eyes. The first was a packet of potent poison, and the description above was quite detailed: a deadly poison that could take a life with just a tiny bit, making it the sharpest weapon to deal with Vatar and his minions.

After a brief moment of astonishment, three elders successively stepped forward to object to Li Huai's appointment. Although the rest of the people did not express their stance, judging by their expressions, they were hardly willing to let Li Huai become an elder.

"Other places aren't as pleasant to look at." Liunian looked at Ye Ci with the corner of his lips curving upward, his peach-blossom eyes shimmering with flowing light. His voice was low and deep, shifting between light and shadow like honey, sweetening the entire street.

Early the next morning, I woke up to find that I had fallen asleep fully clothed—the events of the past few days had truly exhausted my mind. The consequence of mental exhaustion was that I could actually fall asleep while deep in thought. Yet, even in my dreams, my heart must have been hanging in suspense, right?

Fang Hui had actually come to the realm of demonic cultivators; only here could he maximize his cultivation strength.

The vitality contained within was far richer than the one Yang Xiao had previously absorbed from that core of origin essence.

If a war were to truly break out, it remained uncertain whether the Half-Demon clan could withstand it. After all, not even their own people knew the whereabouts of the Half-Demon clan's ultimate combat powerhouse, Daoist Longkong.

"I was born in the Qin Dynasty, but due to heavy sins in my past life, I was cast into the Eighteenth Level of Hell after death and have yet to enter the cycle of reincarnation," the starved ghost sighed.

In secret, however, he continuously dispatched the factions loyal to him—factions he had secretly nurtured—to take over every city, while simultaneously deploying blood-sacrifice formations within each one.

The mountain winding road was not particularly long, but it was precisely because of the sharp turns and steep slopes that it had become a street-racing spot. Otherwise, if they chose a straight line, how could a car worth tens of thousands compete with one worth millions?

Xingguan was originally a Human Dao Supreme, deeply in love with the Evil Emperor. With humans and demons walking different paths, they were destined to have no result.

Although the other members of the Wang family siblings did not know the terrifying nature of this venomous gu spider as well as Wang Haoyong did, they all knew that once this gu parasite was removed, the chronic illness that had plagued and tormented their father for decades would be completely cured, and joy involuntarily surfaced on their faces.

One must know that breaking bones takes a hundred days to heal; this old adage was not just idle talk. For an injury like this to recover completely, even with a good constitution, it would be impossible without lying in bed for half a month or ten days.

"Uh, well, alright, we've reached the entrance anyway." Shen Wen nodded. No wonder Zhao Wanyong could remain so calm even when returning home; she had clearly thought it through long ago. Indeed, rather than sitting there in a daze, it was better to watch some street performances.

If she were to ask the old master for help over a minor difficulty like this, even if the old master helped her, he would surely hold her in deep contempt.

By the time Lu Xiaofeng chased her to the foot of that tree, Yin Yun had already climbed up into the branches and was currently gazing east and west in all directions.

"Yes, these two kinds of mental cultivation methods are unique under heaven, comparable to the Shaolin Muscle-Changing Scripture. But unfortunately, the only flaw is that they are suited exclusively for the descendants of the Nangong family." Fu Rufeng nodded.

When Huangfu Mo was not around, Fang Mengbao would curl up tightly inside a thick, fluffy, oversized quilt, staring unblinkingly at the burning candle on the table. The moment one burned down, she would immediately summon someone in to replace it. She wanted to keep the light burning for Huangfu Mo. No matter how late it was, she wanted Huangfu Mo to feel warmth and light the moment he returned to the tent.

Dakui laughed heartily and said, "I'm not breaking out of prison; I just want to tell you not to think that just because I served time, anyone can shit on my head. If you tickle my temper, I can pinch you to death with just two fingers!" At this moment, did Dakui retain even a shred of a senior official's demeanor? He was an unadulterated fierce and malevolent fiend.

The Great Elder sneered as he watched Qijuesha's departing back, thinking to himself: "Qijuesha, you are no longer that all-powerful Master of the Demon Realm from ten thousand years ago. In a few days, I will make you vanish completely." With a few more sneers, he turned and left.

"No matter what, we'll talk about it when the time comes. Still, we really do need to pay a visit to the City Lord of Loulan City. Let's go." Yang Chen gave the order.

Liu Moxi was somewhat dazzled by the light and slowly opened her eyes. What greeted her vision was purple bed curtains; the quilt covering her emitted a faint trace of sandalwood fragrance, and the room had a strongly masculine aura. Surrounded by drifting purple gauze curtains, it felt both noble and mysterious.

Huangfu Mo wouldn't let up. "Let's start making one right now." With that, he began moving his hands and feet. But once his warm, large palm reached inside her clothes and touched that soft belly, Huangfu Mo paused his movements and fell into a daze for a moment.