Chapter 156: Has the Daoist Priest Gone Missing? (Today's Single Chapter)

Leaving his bicycle at Grandpa Wang's house and carrying his personal luggage along with some meat and vegetables given by Grandpa Wang, Chen Shian headed up the mountain.

The Xuanyue Mountain Range spanned a vast area and had long been known as the "Gathering Place of Immortals." Historically, it teemed with high-ranking Taoist masters and was crowded with temples and shrines, a glory that the present day could hardly match.

The eight hundred li of rolling green mountains boasted the most renowned Zixiao Main Peak, which rose proudly into the heavens, while Luoxia Ridge on the western side of the range seemed like a forgotten corner forsaken by heaven and earth. Jingchen Taoist Temple was nestled within a fold on the northern ridge of this range.

Leaving the mountain—

Su Qing nodded. She had neither a fondness nor an understanding for red wine, but she could at least put on a proper appearance.

If the Demon Realm could be described as gloomy and cold, then the Ghost Domain was bewildering and elusive, and the Demonic Path was characterized by an overwhelming aura of monstrous energy.

"Nothing," Mo Xibao said, folding her arms and stepping aside slightly. Her expression seemed quite pleasant, free of any worries.

The Undead Bone Fiend looked in terror at the malevolent cloud beneath his feet, watching all creation flit past below. He had never witnessed such a spectacle in his life. In the Western Continent, who on earth could tread upon clouds and soar through the air?

Wen Shaohua practically fled the scene in a semi-panic, genuinely wishing to have no association with such a weirdo. If Han Weifeng possessed any telepathic abilities like mind-reading and realized he had been mentally categorized among the impotent, perverted freaks, who knew if he might die of anger.

Then, just as he was nearly killed by the person in his dream, the bizarre thing happened once more.

Chen Ahjiao paused in a daze before realizing that Wusun was far away in the Western Regions and knew nothing about the Han Emperor's exclusive favor toward her; the initial sending of Amoti was meant as a tribute to be Emperor Wu's consort. Blinded by her own train of thought, she had overlooked even such an obvious sign.

"Alright, alright, it's time for us to leave as well. Let's go sit by the West Lake for a while before heading back," I sighed.

"Then, will this become an eternal knot and wound in your heart? Are you willing to carry on like this for all eternity? Or, have you prepared yourself?" the Phantom Dragon asked.

What shocked them most was that when the youth raised his head, his crystalline purple eyes slowly swept across the crowd. A powerful, piercing, and bone-chilling aura emanated outward, causing everyone present—including Elder Qin—to shiver involuntarily.

Passing through the outer stalls, they entered the inner market. An admission fee was required to enter the market, and many of the notices here were bilingual in Chinese and Hongguang, so Ling Bozhou had no fear of not understanding them.

Duan Qiqing, who closely followed the steward's pace without daring to be distracted for a moment, also sensed that someone was trailing right behind them.

As long as a player possessed genuine skill and a decent reputation, agents would remain honored guests at major clubs.

A ragged man was running ahead, apparently clutching something in his hand, while four other men pursued him closely from behind.

Following the navigation provided by Sister Zhou, I arrived in front of the tallest building in Fucheng, which served as the commercial hub of the city.

At this stage, the speed at which the spirit beast absorbed and consumed the energy and nutrients from resources was, compared to the second stage, only increasing rather than decreasing.

Then, this fellow villager brother picked up the fanned-out pitchfork of his unconscious younger brother and moved to stab and ruin Niba's mouth. Niba grew terrified—not of being wounded by the fork, but because the pitchfork smelled foul.

Weeds grew wildly, leaving him no place to plant his feet, though fortunately the houses and structures remained just as they had been.

It seemed that even with increased difficulty, certain settings within the trials shared striking similarities.

"I don't know. At least under these circumstances, I certainly couldn't have done as well as you!" Ling Bozhou thought for a moment and said with certainty.

Having her hair trimmed, Nuo Ai called over Fang Jing, and the two went to a "Chuanmei Hot Pot" restaurant in the city to enjoy a hot pot meal, their moods instantly brightening considerably.

All that remained was to wait, waiting for the passage of time. Over these dozen days or so, deep within the Pure Land of the Gods inside his body, more than a dozen Sacred King Archons had split off. As these Archons gathered together, their power grew increasingly formidable, and no one could predict how many would be derived after five months.