Chapter 108: Crystal Clear

Walking at the very end, just before leaving the door, Toru Shimizu noticed the ambiguous gazes cast by a few gossiping editors. He slammed the door shut in annoyance, and when he turned back, he saw Aya Kamigami already stepping up the stairs toward the third floor.

This was the "deity" summoned by Wang Xin’s "List of Conferred Gods," the great master of the heterodox path—Old Immortal Nanhua. Possessing the cultivation of the ninety-six heavens, he held the power to turn decay into magic. It was through this Old Immortal Nanhua that Wang Xin had fought his way into the ranks of the Ten Great Masters of the Great Mountain, earning him the title "Master of Supernatural Powers."

Using five-flavored leaves as a base, he layered on bamboo shoots from spiritual bamboo, followed by an assortment of fish, shrimp, and lark meat.

As the bloody battle raged on the main street, inside an inconspicuous residential house several blocks away, a ninja wearing a Hidden Mist headband reported to another blue-haired, one-eyed ninja.

Wuji watched for a moment. Not finding the task of decocting medicine particularly difficult, he took the fan and, imitating Green Willow’s movements, began to fan it bit by bit. Where thick smoke had been billowing wildly before, his methodical and steady fanning brought the heat under perfect control.

After the door closed, Shimizu looked again at the cowering Segawa, whose face was a mix of sycophancy and terror, his tears and saliva flowing uncontrollably.

"A man living between heaven and earth—aren't three wives and four concubines a traditional virtue from ancient times? I suppose I am merely inheriting the ways of the ancients and carrying them forward," Lin Xiao muttered, frowning as he flicked his cigarette butt away. He found a high-minded excuse for his scumbag nature, and his mood instantly brightened.

At this moment, she was looking Xia Yuke up and down, her eyes full of arrogance, her chin tilted high in a manner that seemed completely insolent. It was... it was exactly like Feng Sui.

Having spent a long time together, the two had developed a tacit understanding. Wan Feibai’s thoughts were precisely what Chang Zhichun intended to do. Seeing him stand up, he already understood his intent.

Ye Fan let out a roar, manipulating the Soul Cauldron to strike fiercely at the mouth of the Falcon-Eyed Demon Spirit. In that instant, the demon spirit, which had been looking at him with disdain, felt its black body shudder violently before it was sent flying backward.

Su Jinghui gave him a faint smile; without answering, she simply looked out the window and fell into deep thought.

The Zhaojia clan had no intention of doing such a thing. Their relationship with the Furen would not remain peaceful for long; once one of them had a child, the bond would inevitably break, so why waste the effort now?

He was a king banished to the Eight Wildernesses, stripped of power and influence, forbidden from returning to the capital for life. Yet, who could have known that he held elite, formidable troops in his grasp? With one sudden rise, he shocked the world.

However, later, during an unknown expedition, Ye Luotian’s cultivation as a Spirit Talisman Master was completely wasted. The man from the Lei family who had been betrothed to Meng Jing lost his life in that same expedition. The Lei family, upon hearing the news, was furious; they immediately tore off their mask of civility with the Meng family and ordered the extermination of the Ye family in Pingyang County.

I know the road ahead is long, but I am already willing to follow my heart. That day, I introduced myself to him; I want us to get to know each other all over again. I am still waiting for his answer.

"Teaching Assistant Liu, this doesn't seem to have anything to do with you," Hu Yifei said, her expression equally unkind. It was clear that the two of them had known each other for a long time and shared a deep-seated conflict.

My fingers brushed gently over his cheek, and I patted his face, calling his name several times, but he did not respond.

I felt a bit depressed. It didn't exist—that meant such an item hadn't appeared at this stage, or the official website information hadn't been updated. It was a real headache. Everything was ready, save for the east wind, and yet it had come to a sudden halt.

Although she spoke in a seemingly casual tone, I detected a different meaning in her words. Was the Empress trying to marry Heze off to Ye Linghan to bind him to the royal family forever? Chang'an's future depended on him to conquer the world; how could the Emperor allow him to be with a princess from the Northern Desert?

Hu Tiehua's heart almost stopped again—could this ship be like the one belonging to Hai Kuotian, hiding a killer on board?

"I plan to go back to Jinling, handle the shop today, and officially start the leveling grind tomorrow. What about you? Where are you going?" Chou Chou considered it before answering. Keeping the shop closed all the time wasn't sustainable, and there was still rent to pay.

Dusk approached, and a cool breeze blew in through the half-open window, causing the curtains to stir. The chill made the unconscious Feng Qian'ge on the bed frown slightly. The voice from the Imperial Mausoleum still echoed faintly in her ears, inexplicably tugging at her heart.

Song Youliang’s voice was deep and resonant. The strict military discipline of the Dengzhou troops allowed for a silence like a forest, making his inspiring words exceptionally clear.

Yang Yan had no choice but to smile bitterly and accept the jade pendant. Carved upon it was Zhao Yueru’s birth date. He knew that what Zhao Shen had just said was merely a joke; after all, a princess’s marriage could only be decided by the Emperor, and he himself had no say in the matter.

The three of them entered the room and sat down. Smelling the familiar medicinal scent in the air, Gu Yan was reminded of the days he spent refining medicine in the Water Mist Forest.

Though his swordsmanship was steady and heavy, lacking none of the bearing of a "gentleman," the viciousness of his moves and the depth of his internal energy truly lived up to his reputation as a master of swordsmanship.

I don't know which nerve of his I touched by ignoring that flashy guy, but he seemed to be really determined to go against me today. I hadn't even fired two arrows at my newly chosen target before that guy fired as well, landing a direct hit on the Tree Demon’s vital point and drawing all the aggro.

"Could it be that you saw a pile of shit? Seeing that sort of thing in a restroom is perfectly normal!" As soon as the words fell, everyone’s gaze shifted to the speaker. Jiang Qicai was shocked to find that the person who said this was none other than that high-level Thai castrator—Kong He.

Cultivation techniques were essential and vital for a player, and as a new practitioner of immortality, I believed that a cave dwelling was also indispensable, especially after reading the introduction regarding such abodes.

The two arrived at Taishang Laojun’s office. Laojun had just finished lunch and was napping on the sofa with his legs crossed. Upon hearing the report that Yuding had brought Erlang, he got up, sat in his office chair, and put on airs.