29. Game

"Xi'er, did you truly feel the Phantom Spirit Mountain calling to you just now?" Even the composed Zong Xun could not help but speak up this time.

Bai Zhi rolled the name over in her mind, the words nearly slipping out. Was this Jun Hua not the princess of the Celestial Fox clan?

"If you want to know, just beg me!" Ling Yunxiao smiled indifferently, then walked toward the caravan, ignoring Kong Bingshuang entirely.

As Zhao Xin spoke, his gaze drifted intentionally or otherwise toward the white-haired man pinned to the ground.

Sensing the approach of the intruder, Ling Qixuan’s tightly shut eyes suddenly snapped open. His gaze was sharp, fixed directly on the person before him, a flicker of disappointment crossing his eyes. Even though he had anticipated that the person behind this must be formidable, he had not expected that this individual could command Imperial Physician Dong.

To be honest, since returning to F, I have only fought two battles. Each time, it was incredibly frustrating. What angers me most is that one of those times, we were nearly pushed to the brink of total annihilation. But this time is different; we are seeking vengeance.

I felt a surge of despair, thinking that my only hope now lay with Lu Yixing. Since he is capable of taking on ten men at once, he should easily be able to mop up the four I am facing after he finishes off those three.

That night, he had an upset stomach and woke up in the middle of the night to find the light still on in his aunt and uncle's room. Out of curiosity, he eavesdropped and discovered that his aunt planned to sell his younger sister to the Foolish Hao family as a child bride. Terrified, he had no choice but to take his sister and flee into the night.

Elders Mu Qingfeng and Ling Xiaotian were Supreme Elders of the Qixia Sacred Land, holding lofty positions with formidable strength at the third level of the Immortal Venerable realm. At last, it was their turn to take the stage.

All the words echoed continuously in her mind, leaving her thoughts in a muddled state, eventually dissolving into a single smiling face.

"No! Star-Mystery Host, isn't there a volcano beneath the riverbed here? Do you not feel the familiarity of this energy? There must be a Fire Spirit ley line deep below, which is how such a high-grade Blood Dragon Coral could be nurtured." Guguoduo, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up to remind him.

That he could be bitten and feel pain by this girl with his current cultivation level showed that her strength was truly extraordinary.

Candles were not cheap; in Baozhou, apart from a few official families and wealthy landlords, few of the impoverished farmers could afford them. To Zhao Xin, however, it mattered little. A bright environment made his experiments run much more smoothly.

"Your eldest brother died a miserable death, and you still have the heart to play the part of a pathetic monk? Why not come with me to Luoyang, rally our troops, and take revenge for our brother!" Dongfang Yuan said bitterly, gripping his fists tightly.

Tendrils of black mist spread from the fissures, instantly filling the entire space. Ye Haoxuan and the others found themselves trapped deep within the dark fog.

The benefits of such an increase for the workers—since they had never received so much money, they never even considered the potential consequences of such a sum.

"If that is the case, then give us a few primary recruitment divine-patterned meals," the great noble commanded.

Gan Jing had actually prepared; he pulled a somewhat crumpled piece of manuscript paper from his pocket, which contained only a few lines of text.

Lin Hao felt his heart ease slightly, but his tense nerves tightened even further. While comforting the others, he kept his eyes peeled, desperately searching for a way to save them all.

"Brother, with your word, I can rest easy." The BMW X6 outside belongs to Guo Ming—that thing costs a million or two! I’m really not afraid that he won’t be able to pay the bill; as long as he nods and says he’s covering it tonight, that’s all that matters.

Previously, it was because they were resisting the expeditionary force within the Magic Hub that the enemy had found an opportunity. But over these past few days, the armies within the Demon territory had all been redeployed to their original positions.

"Fine! Beat him! Beat him hard! If he dies, it’s on me—don’t be afraid of trouble!" Ma Jianguo suppressed his fury and hung up the phone.

"Who’s angry? I’m not angry at all!" I replied to him helplessly, intentionally turning my head to look out the window. Even though I couldn't see anything out there but pitch-black darkness.

"That’s because you don’t know—the night is when everything truly begins!" Qi Tianyang said mysteriously, though I didn't catch his meaning clearly.

Niu Suqin did not refuse. Having gone two days without food, she was already dizzy with hunger and ate the noodles her man brought her mouthful by mouthful.

On the other side, Wang Yunfeng also realized that these two deities held ideas completely different from Li Tian’s; their only goal was to destroy everything here, with no intention of changing anything at all.

However, because I was using water-attribute cultivation, I was unaffected. I locked her hand firmly with my water-infused true energy, rendering her unable to move.

The golden phantom was the same, wielding a golden spear with broad, sweeping movements. It displayed no terrifying supernatural powers, and even its spear techniques were the most mundane moves Li Feiyu had practiced when he first learned.

Lin Feng was incredibly awkward. He raised his hands, signaling that it had nothing to do with him—she was the one who insisted on hugging him, and he had no choice.

Within Zizhou Prefecture, immortals came and went in a constant stream. Bathed in auspicious light and accompanied by celestial music, the prefecture was truly a sight to behold.

Sun Yuanyuan stood in the large freight elevator, chatting briefly with Wan Xingping, who had hurried over to assemble.

Xuanji loved to write poetry, specifically the kind of "farewell poems" that made one feel as if they wouldn't find peace until they were dead.