Chapter 32

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Luo Yin felt it was too simple, but Li Yu insisted that ritual is about expressing respect through formality. As long as the form was observed, even if simple, the effect of moral cultivation was no different. Luo Yin thought it over and found it reasonable, so he no longer pressed the issue.

The Southern Song was a society built on trust; credit was the foundation, so ordinary people wouldn’t usually behave this way. But once the purpose was known, they dared not speak openly, so Gao Chong still gave a few warnings.

Previously, those internal guards dined in the members-only area, which made Zhong Lingyu’s eyelids twitch uncontrollably—damn it, he felt looked down upon.

“Sure enough… it left a deep impression.” Li Tianzhi sighed heavily, his face pale. He glanced at Wu Fang before turning toward the door.

“Turn on the TV, I want to check the news.” She spoke directly to the host, causing some embarrassment to Zhong Lingyu. He nodded, gesturing for him to turn it on. They casually flipped to a news channel, which was indeed reporting the latest updates.

At Pure Yang Valley, the scene was bleak, shrouded in sorrow. Fang Shaobai knelt in the main hall of Pure Yang Palace, mourning his father. Village elders came intermittently to pay respects.

That bright spot suddenly magnified, and those like Xiao Yue, who had gone to compete, were swiftly teleported out with a “swish.”

The same applied to Immortal Energy. Cultivators at the Profound Immortal level possessed a richness of Immortal Energy that could not be compared with those at the Void Immortal level. Even though Luo Ping’s cultivation method was unique, his Immortal Energy was far from reaching the Profound Immortal standard.

A big miss appeared over the Underworld Flame King. I went “uh?” and quickly dodged the retaliatory punch caused by my earlier mistake. Embarrassed, I gave An Lingxi a sheepish smile.

After Li Tianchou entered the dense forest, there was no further movement. Hu Dehai anxiously glanced back and forth, fearful that something might happen behind and disrupt their efforts to clear obstacles.

Luo Tian’s spellcasting speed rivaled that of sword techniques. With a cold shout, five thick, ink-black clouds of resentful energy coalesced above the zombie horde, swirling and rolling ominously.

The approaching bloody wind stung his right eye painfully. Shen Zuoyue’s pupils constricted sharply as she unleashed her ultimate move, Divine No-Moon. Just as it was about to blind his right eye, the inner nest tooth suddenly reversed, returning to the alien’s mouth at the same speed.

Zhang Yushu clung to the rooftop, wielding sword qi with ease. He cut ghosts on sight and broke through walls effortlessly. Within a ten-zhang radius, everything was utterly destroyed by Zhang Yushu.

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Wanxing was thrown off the bed, rolling several times across the carpet before stopping after hitting the TV cabinet.

In a foul mood and further disturbed, Mo Xinnian barely ate anything. Jian Li and Ji Rongrong hadn’t really come for a midnight snack; in total, their stay lasted just over twenty minutes.

Three berserk monsters formed a triangle, their fierce auras rolling out like three great rivers of explosive, resolute, and cold pressure, subtly encircling Luo Tian, leaving no escape.

Mo Nanjue stepped to the bedside, pulled out several tissues to dry the water on Tong Ran’s wrist. He bent down, pressed a deep kiss on her forehead, then straightened and walked out.

From the starry sky, looking beyond the continent, the nine law pillars on the periphery tilted and toppled toward the central time pillar shaped like a Yin-Yang fish eye on the continent.

“Hmph! Ridiculous! Those two camels were ours from the start. They’re shameless, lying without a second thought,” Qin Shuying said disdainfully, glaring at the two Americans.

“Whether it’s true or not, listen to me first,” Ximeng said with a smile, addressing Master Ma.

The city was lively, filled with the sounds of people and horses. Among these sounds was the familiar aroma of cooking that Yu Zi recognized.

Although many knew the principle of ‘tough on the outside, weak on the inside’ and understood that the mechanical beast’s interior was not as formidable as its exterior, no one could penetrate it yet, so they had to confront its exterior head-on.

Wang Longyun used divine power to manipulate the energy of heaven and earth, repairing the ten large ships beneath the Bronze City. Raising the sails, the entire Bronze City slowly lifted into the air again.

Yu Zi’s heart tightened: Why, just since I arrived, did Prince Qi want to see me so quickly? And why did he specifically instruct me to cleanse myself afterward? Could it be…?

Juejing felt innocent; after all, he didn’t have a physique as outstanding as Xin Cheng, nor was his athletic ability remarkable.

Watching the rain of arrows and the crashing waves, with the piercing yet mournful familiar melody, he was stunned. He slowly climbed ashore.

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“My name?” I was surprised. Who would steal the Copper Coin Sword, carve my name on it, and frame me for no reason?

Indeed, it puzzled me. One was a brother by blood relation, and the other the true biological father, yet now Lü Mengmeng’s smile was so terrifying and strange.

Then let the bridge be a bridge, and the road be a road! Feng Jun made his decision, but for some reason, he felt a lingering gloom in his heart.

At dusk, Linglong and I sat on the pavilion platform by the water, gazing at the setting sun in the western sky. On Linglong’s exquisite face, a trace of melancholy appeared.

“Does it hurt?” Jiao Yu swiftly pulled out the short knife, blood spurting over an inch long. In less than a second, he stabbed again.

At this moment, his true energy was sluggish, unable to condense, like a numb person in the mortal realm who had been hit at acupuncture points. Even trying to split or escape was difficult.

Wang Jintong had no choice but to give up. The two fought fiercely, evenly matched, until a shout came from the backyard: “Chun Jiao, stop!” Wang Jintong’s eyes lit up; salvation had arrived.

At this moment, Song Lingyun understood why Yu Ji passed down the bloodline transformation technique to the Zhang brothers—probably a result of studying the so-called divine spirit technology from the island kingdom.

Even ordinary Taoist practitioners found it hard to believe that Yang Xuantong possessed such abilities—to have ghosts assist in transmitting messages. Exorcising ghosts and suppressing evil was one thing; communicating with them was another.

The price wasn’t expensive, a green-card level item card, requiring only one item exchange card.

“What for? Of course to send you on your way! You used the clan elders’ power to seize a seven-colored magnolia from me. I must get it back. With this spiritual herb, I can further improve my aptitude and increase my chance of becoming immortal by thirty percent. What else would I want?” Lan Bitao said through clenched teeth, his voice harsh and resolute.