Chapter 62: Only One Bowl of Noodles

Mo Li clapped his hands, suddenly realizing that this young recruit reminded him of himself in his youth. Yet, when he had first arrived at the Falling Star Society, his spiritual cultivation was nowhere near this young man's level. Unconsciously, he found himself admiring the student.

Rendered speechless by Lin Xueyao's barrage of questions, he had to admit that when it came to matters of the heart, he was as blank as a sheet of paper. No one had ever dared speak to him in such a tone before. Now, with Lin Xueyao confronting him like this, he had to admit that the man behind the mask had grown much more patient than before.

This time, it wasn't just the Great Emperor Pangu whose expression froze—even Yan Jin and, far away in the Celestial Realm, the True Martial Emperor and others were all struck dumb. In that instant, the entire living world of the Three Realms was shaken to its core.

According to Chi Luo Yingmeng, if he wanted the Longevity Gu, he had to marry her. Otherwise, he would have to return to the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons and end his own life.

"It's absolutely true," Lu Kongzhang declared. As the intelligence chief for Prince Ning, Lu Kongzhang had never once made a mistake, and Prince Ning never found it necessary to ask, "Are you sure?"

This outcome amazed everyone nearby. After all, out of so many jade stones, to win four out of five bets in public—and each one turning out to be a mid-to-high grade jadeite—was not something an ordinary person could achieve.

Zhu Houhuang could barely contain his delight at the sight; this was a creation of his own making—the Ship Design Research Institute, Ming Dynasty edition.

"Damn! Lu Mu really does have some tricks up his sleeve. Someone, burn all these army tents for me!" Zhou Wu cursed furiously.

He still agreed with Yang Shen's overall strategic plan. But when it came to the actual execution, Zhu Houhuang would never simply follow Yang Shen's lead.

In the end, the group collapsed together in a tangled heap, limbs entwined in a human puzzle. Huo Ziyin caught her breath softly as her spiritual power flickered out the candlelight.

They entered the deep valley of Ji and He Mountain and placed Ji Gwan'er against a dead tree to rest. The two of them then sat down for a short break. Having never done anything like this before, Cuo Xiying felt a rush of excitement and immediately asked Bai Ningxi what they should do next.

In an instant, the demon army withdrew in grand fashion right before the Tang troops, swaggering out. Li Jinglong discussed the handover of Luoyang with Guo Ziyi. The city was nearly destroyed, but Li Jinglong thought to himself, "Thank goodness no one's asked me to pay for the damages."

Some mischief-makers tried to imitate the way Long Qing and Ao Qin walked, but could never match the effect.

Lu Xu and Qiu Yongsi discovered that two of An Lushan’s demon generals had left Chang’an that very night, their whereabouts unknown.

"Destruction brings renewal! Indeed, only after breaking can there be creation. It seems your Witch bloodline has awakened!" Zhang Sanfeng tried not to look too pleased, but a glimmer of joy still shone in his eyes.

To fit an entire hundred-dollar note without creasing it, his mother had even enlarged the pocket on his shirt, so the money wouldn’t be too obvious.

"A true man can bend and stretch as needed. There’s nothing special about Sheep City; it’s no loss if we don’t visit. Grandpa and Grandma never went there!" Zhou Xia tried to comfort Chen Chumo.

"Anything you want to sing is fine, as long as you accompany yourself for a while. The backing track will arrive soon," Gou Zhou said, pushing Bai Zhuo onto the stage without caring whether he was ready.

Knowing that his anger was for her sake, Wei Du felt secretly delighted. Perhaps, even if he didn’t want to be her Phoenix Consort, he couldn’t bear to see her favor other men.

Honestly, I was speechless in the face of my foodie cousin. I just nodded and said, "Alright," before going to pay the bill. Then Zhao Jiaying, my cousin, clung to my arm as we headed toward Z City’s park.

"But it’s too noisy and chaotic here. We should find somewhere quieter. What do you think?" She barely suppressed her laughter as she added this.

In the end, Shangguan Yu gave in to Chun Cao’s relentless persuasion and donned the outfit. Chun Cao couldn’t resist teasing her about her shapely figure the entire time.

A sudden voice startled Chun Cao. She turned to see Li Yi watching her from nearby, his gaze resting on her.

Chu Lian leaned her arms gloomily, gazing at the late spring scenery in the courtyard as Madam Gui and Xi Yan laughed nearby.

Before the battle, the Song army had already dispatched reconnaissance and mapping soldiers to survey the nearby battlefield, dividing it into grids for easier military zoning and artillery targeting.

"This is too much. I’ve got eight Wolfbane Swords I got from hunting wolves in the Clear Wind Valley, plus some gear I’ve replaced. If you need anything, I’ll trade with you." As soon as he finished, he began sending screenshots of the Wolfbane Swords and other gear from his inventory.

Sherman and the other two gathered, faces clouded with worry, discussing their next steps in a room thick with tobacco smoke.

Two-thirds of the underground palace was a pitch-black lake, with less than a third of dry bluestone floor. At this moment, Shi Quan and Zi Yun were left lying on the stone, not swallowed alive.

"How… how did you know?" At these words, the Ghost King’s eye twitched. Back then, at that person’s request, everyone involved had sworn a deadly oath never to speak a word of it. By rights, this secret should never have leaked.

"A-Da, A-Er, both of you contact your families—I need some information!" Soro looked down at A-Da and A-Er and gave a direct order.

On the light screen, two students’ names appeared. Without hesitation, they stepped into the arena.

Suddenly, another loud crash shook the air. But this time, it wasn’t thunder. Looking closely, the formations around us had completely unraveled. All around, as if a tornado had been unleashed, flowers and wild grass flew in every direction.

Now united by a common goal, the divine beasts and Wang Canghai’s group concentrated their efforts on battering down the gate of the formation. The earth trembled with constant thunderous booms. Within the swirling mists, a whirlwind rose in response.

At these words, Ancestor Bright Moon’s eye twitched in annoyance. While he could put on the façade of a good man, Mu Xifeng’s constant provocation kindled a flash of anger in his eyes. Supreme beings of the Ninth Tribulation were rare, but Bright Moon Ancestor was not in short supply.