Chapter 63: Obsession

Community square.

Tian Xiang found a corner to put up her matchmaking advertisement, packed up the table and returned it to the community office. Just as she was hesitating whether to go to the cafeteria for some meat, she ran into Aunt Peng, Jiang Gaojun's mother.

Aunt Peng greeted Tian Xiang with a beaming smile and asked if she had posted her notice yet.

Although this young girl was from Three-Mile Lane, she worked at the machinery factory, could accompany her son to and from work, and was quite pleasant-looking. Thinking about it, she was a suitable match.

"How many people are coming over later? What is the password? And also! Open that shipping container for me," Wang Feng said, glancing sideways at the dilapidated shipping container.

"Marshal Xia probably doesn't know yet that our Great Yuan has already destroyed the Jin Dynasty and is preparing to march south!" the cook said calmly.

"It's already past eleven, are you still drinking?" Long Kun spoke to him in a low voice.

Lin Fei knew that if Ye Bai hadn't suddenly picked her up and shielded her just now, being so close to the explosion point, she would undoubtedly have died.

"Nonsense! Old man, I think you've completely lost your mind!" Yao Muchen flew into a rage, throwing a punch straight at the red-robed elder. It was simply too outrageous for these people to so stubbornly conclude that he had obtained the immortal ascension stone, especially since he truly hadn't gotten any such stone! If the Snow Immortal hadn't saved him with her precious orb, he would probably have vanished into thin air by now.

Gu Chengfeng had spent two months interacting with Liu Yuehua in the past, and both knew each other's strength in basketball inside and out. Therefore, the moment Gu Chengfeng heard that Liu Yuehua had rejoined the team, a smile appeared on his face for the very first time. In his view, with Liu Yuehua back on the roster, the Wolf Team established by Hanxiao was bound to suffer a crushing defeat.

A minute later, Chen Bo, who had been dazed by the fall, gradually regained his senses. He slowly climbed up from the ground, his nose bleeding incessantly. Blood smeared all over his round, chubby face. He simply gave his nose a casual wipe with his sleeve and stood right back up.

"How the hell do you dare to shout my brother's name?" the bald, heavy-set man cursed with even greater agitation, instinctively grabbing an iron rod as he strode forward.

Xuehua nodded repeatedly, thinking that if only her mother could be as capable as Aunt Hongyu right before her—well-read and deeply sensible.

All in all, matters of the cultivation world were, in Chen Hao's eyes, equivalent to a professional field he knew nothing about, and many things within it were even far more "high-tech" than the advanced technology of human society.

Weeping, she came to her grandfather's side and reached out to touch his body, but by then, his body had already grown stiff and cold, just like a millennium-old block of ice. He lay completely motionless, and there was no longer any breath coming from his nose.

Hearing what Lady Yin had to say, Swordsman couldn't help but smile awkwardly, never expecting her to make such a joke at his expense. Little did she know that over the preceding two nights, Swordsman had suffered "inhuman" torment, and he still felt a lingering fear to this day.

"Rest assured, Brother Mei, since all of us are gathered together now, those Five-Injury Ghosts won't have an opening to strike and will eventually show themselves. We aren't in a rush, but they certainly will be. I think we should get ourselves ready so that whenever they decide to charge at us, we'll be well-prepared to deal with them," Hou Tiannan said loudly.

Sun Wukong's Golden-Hooped Rod had already been thrust outward, striking fiercely against the Samadhi fire sword formed by Red Boy's body.

If they were to really do this, could a sharp weapon truly withstand the simultaneous infusion of two such terrifying forces?

Only Moyuan, sitting in the main seat, was not particularly surprised by this. With eighty percent of the cultivation base of the Void Immortal Realm, once someone entered his army, they could basically be considered second-in-command only to him.

At this moment, that chubby man sitting nearby finally found a pretext to get the onlookers to help him out.

Two cultivators at the ninth layer of the Mystic Immortal Realm had actually lowered their guards out of negligence, nearly causing Qi Tianshou to be injured. Neither Lei Zhenzi nor Great Spirit God could maintain their composure over this.