Chapter 27

"It is the poison of the Amur Adonis." Bai Feifan, in high spirits after obtaining the pill made from the Purple Cloud Spirit Ganoderma, answered every question put to him.

Why did Feng Chuhuo feel like the man before her was acting coy? Ha, though in her previous life she was indeed much older than him—why did she feel like that old cow grazing on young grass?

"The General Manager is not in." Upon hearing it was a reporter, Song Min'er immediately darkened her expression and slammed the phone down.

A cold glint struck out, and as if signaled, the beauties brandished their swords in unison, thrusting them toward the three without a hint of mercy.

Yan Feng saw that he offered no reply, ignored him, and did nothing to him; he knew that, given the state of the man opposite, he could not withstand even a single blow. Thus, he turned his gaze toward the direction of the Feng banner with confidence. Unexpectedly, Master Dong began to talk to himself.

"Yes. However... for the He siblings to be so daring, He Zhang must have tacitly approved," An Mu said with a sigh of helplessness.

"Yichen, you're the last one!" Si Zhe patted Yichen on the shoulder, his eyes filled with expectation as he watched him walk onto the stage with effortless grace.

The lantern behind was made by the Empress, who hailed from the Chief Councilor's estate. It was not technically wrong for Jiang Zhipeng to attribute it to the estate, but describing this lantern—which everyone was silently mocking—as "grand and majestic" was heavy with irony.

Why did Feng Chuhuo feel like the man before her was acting coy? Ha, though in her previous life she was indeed much older than him—why did she feel like that old cow grazing on young grass?

The transparent bracelet formed by the faint light merged into the black bracelet, wrapping around it like a membrane. Although Cao Ren had inputted commands onto the surface, the membrane blocked the communication artifact from receiving them. The dazzling three-second glow indicating a successful transmission was merely an illusion created by the light.

Entering the Myriad Demon Realm, Qin Chu felt a bit more comfortable, as it was far more atmospheric and magnificent than the Dark Realm.

Chu Shanhe muttered to himself. Within his field of vision, he saw a simple, plain strike; yet this strike fused with the Great Dao, contained everything, returned to simplicity, and revealed the extraordinary within the mundane.

"Yes, their troop formation is defensive; there is no intention to attack," Nan Zhongshan nodded.

"I was just wondering, what would Frost Moon Peak be like without Peak Master Qingfei?" Qin Chu stated his thoughts directly.

But how could the heritage of the Ji family let him off so easily? A spear was thrown—the Immortal-Slaying Spear—piercing his brow on the spot and pinning him dead in the void.

"What do you have to repay me with? Giving you this Immortal Spirit Grass is simply a waste." The expression on Chu Zhen's face turned ugly.

If this cooperative project were lost, the Han family company would face a very serious crisis.

Those who accompanied the procession discovered that there was a large empty space next to the Princess's coffin in the same mausoleum, as if the spot were reserved for someone else.

"You've been injured so many times, what's one or two more?" Nie Wanluo rolled her eyes and pointed out ruthlessly.

When the second jar of wine was opened, the lingering scents of the three jars behind Ning Zui were completely masked.

To Madam Zhang, that male voice sounded like a demonic incantation; her legs nearly buckled, but the maid beside her steadied her just in time.

He hadn't placed much hope in the Primordial Ancestor, but since Wei Zheng was there, it should be fine. This high-level lord lived up to his status; his spiritual power was far greater than what mere numbers could quantify.

Clouds gathered, the dawn broke, and as the chirping of birds filled the courtyard with the morning light, the second day officially began.

They spun and danced in the air, and when they landed, dizzy and disoriented, they found themselves outside the Sacred Spring Pool.

Having said this, the other party hurriedly slipped away, keeping their distance for fear of being bitten by these two mentally unstable individuals.

Following Uncle Xiang out of the queue, Zhu Da and Zhou Qingyun were both completely bewildered, wondering what the connection was. Did this mean they were being treated differently? Were they not being allowed to wait in line? Were they being barred from Zheng Family Market today?

The field was silent for a moment, but the next instant erupted in roars of laughter. The audience in the stands clutched their stomachs in hysterics. Even the composed experts and geniuses in the viewing gallery found it impossible to suppress their amusement at Teng Hou; some tried to maintain their composure, but their lips twitched uncontrollably, creating an odd spectacle.

No one present held anything back, nor was there any need to; if they could not enter the palace, keeping secrets would be meaningless.

Old Sun’s meaning was clear: he thought Fang Zheng was about to perform some show or display supernatural powers in front of everyone. However, there was a hint of impatience in his tone.

Because the Flying Swallow No. 2 had pinned down the monster's mobility, the evacuation of the citizens proceeded very smoothly.

Brother Bajie, observing the King’s words and gestures, could not help but laugh heartily from the side.

For the past few days, for some reason, Daoist Jingyang seemed to have vanished from the world. He hadn't come to the gas station, and when I asked my brother, he said he didn't know either.

Few of the others were qualified to question Tony, and even if they did, he couldn't be bothered to pay them any mind. Let the facts speak for themselves.

If Yuan Lei had stepped out of the car at that moment, I would have held her tightly and never let her leave my side again. But she didn't; she remained in the car, tears streaming from her eyes.

After confirming that all customers had left, the lights in every shop and office were switched off. Aside from the public streetlights, all other lights were extinguished. There were no cars, and everything was deathly quiet.