Chapter 136 My Choice

"Well, well, if it isn't our leading lady! So full of human kindness, coming to see off your expelled junior sister-disciple? If you didn't say anything and I didn't say anything, I would have thought you two were sworn enemies who would never cross paths! Who would have guessed you're in the same company?" The person who came to pick up Ye Xiruo and take her back to the company was none other than Li Wanbai's nominal manager.

Li Wanbai opened her mouth, wanting to call her by name directly, but after thinking for a long time, she couldn't remember what the other person was called.

Outside the Green City, in the opposite direction of their arrival, apart from the gravel-paved pathway outside the city gate, towering primeval forests stretched as far as the eye could see.

However, the consciousness of this Heaven-Swallowing Beast was definitely not something Li Jiang could currently deal with. Even a sneak attack would be unlikely to succeed, which was why Li Jiang felt this move was far too reckless.

"Xiao Qing, you... Amitabha!" Fahong was almost driven to break his commandment of anger by Xiao Qing calling him a bald donkey.

The recent phenomenon in the Divine Illusion Continent shocked all the powerful figures in the realm of cultivation. The several Saint Sovereigns naturally knew that the Saint Sovereign of the Yanluo Realm had arrived in the cultivation world, but fortunately, the cultivation world suffered no losses.

Long Luo said, "The truth is just as it is. Emperor Weijia is the incarnation of the Wood Spirit Saint Sovereign, and the Bodhi Ancient Tree is the true form of the Wood Spirit Saint Sovereign. So now you know the value of those prayer beads."

A few days passed in the blink of an eye. Everything proceeded in an orderly fashion, and the entire Xiao family was permeated with an overflowing sense of joy.

"W-What is it?" Mo Xueyan's heart trembled. She could tell that this elderly woman did not seem to be joking.

Zhong Tianle's strength was indeed not high, yet his heart was wholly dedicated to the Dao. His dream was to become a mighty figure in the realm of cultivation, ruling over a territory, or even founding a sect to pass down his legacy through the ages.

Yet even so, under Jian Wuqing's relentless and powerful suppression, the two of them found it extremely difficult to fend him off, as if they could be breached at any second.

During this past week, Wang Youcai had been driven out of his mind with frustration. Although Yao Chunni was by his side, they were not married, and in front of his parents, they could not stay together. Moreover, he didn't even dare to make any affectionate gestures.

After all, if the playing cards could absorb him, Tang Feng, how could they possibly miss Song Xiuzhen, the totem of Han martial arts?

Unconsciously, Ron recalled the days when he used to practice swords with Joey. Back then, Joey was already a seventh-tier martial master, while he only had the strength of about a fifth-tier martial master. Yet, utilizing sword techniques translated from mecha skills, he could often turn danger into safety. Although he couldn't defeat Joey, he could always maintain an undefeated status.

At this very moment, Li Tianchen took a deep breath. The bloodline within his body surged, and all his strength poured forth, channeling entirely into the Shennong cauldron.

Slowly, Chen Feng focused single-mindedly on channeling his internal energy to heal Wu Yue's injuries, his mind free of distractions as his previous improper thoughts completely vanished.

"Could the sects here have been wiped out by someone back then?" Seeing this, everyone harbored the same suspicion; otherwise, how could it have come to this?

"Then is the current turmoil in the cultivation world a normal precursor, or is it deliberately orchestrated by someone?" Ying Caichen asked in a deep voice.

Although it was the middle of the night, the moonlight was as clear as water, allowing ordinary people to see a hundred meters away. As a mid-stage Grandmaster realm expert, Li Youhe's ability to discern the finest details went without saying.

Sun Xuelin's expression changed, and he instinctively took two steps back. When he realized what he was doing, his face flushed red involuntarily.

Lin Yi felt deeply moved; he had never expected that these simple-minded villagers would ultimately come out to help him.

If Gu Yun had abandoned Lin Yi in the face of such a perilous situation, perhaps it would have been understandable in a way, but it would have deeply disappointed them, for no one wished for their master to be a cold, ungrateful person.

With that, Han Qiu walked off the stage with heavy steps. In truth, there was still much he had left unsaid; what *The Truman Show* intended to express was also a satire of this media-dominated era and a condemnation of the failure to protect personal privacy.

Ning Fuchen left the construction site and returned to Jincheng. Now there were houses on the site, but some soft furnishings were still lacking. He had returned precisely to purchase these items for them, and at the same time, to pay a visit to Jin Baiyi.