Volume 1, Chapter 59: The Dragon-Head Walking Stick!

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Fu Honglei smiled as he lifted his leg and headed straight toward the attic. At that moment, a middle-aged man hurried over to greet him.

“Well, Xiao Fu, you’ve arrived so early. I was just about to call and ask when you’d be here!” the man said, shaking Fu Honglei’s hand warmly.

Fu Honglei laughed heartily. “Thanks for handling things today, Brother Liu. These are my classmates. I’m bringing them along—shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

Brother Liu glanced at Qi Wuxie standing behind him. “A few more people than expected, but no problem. Just keep quiet and watch closely later.”

“I heard some big names will be attending today. Make sure your friends know not to take photos during the auction…”

Before the magic show had truly begun, news was already spreading online about the event.

Six Yang was certain they would have flaws. Suddenly, spotting a good opportunity, he launched a palm strike at their weak point.

Gu Mingzhu smiled softly, though there was a hint of melancholy in her expression. Perhaps it was because through many cycles of life and death, she had never found a warm, dependable presence. Her experiences were filled more with hardship, which explained her fondness for sweets—seeming to find a small measure of joy in their sweetness.

Since the birthday banquet, the Lady of Yan Guogong hadn’t left the mansion for two whole months. Rumor had it she was so embarrassed she wouldn’t even meet her sisters-in-law, feigning illness to hide indoors. If it weren’t for the later marriage at the Eastern Palace and the Double Ninth Festival’s disturbance, she might still be too ashamed to show herself.

Soon after, he ordered Yin Xuan Xianzun to gather troops and personally lead them against Mu Yuchen.

His entire body transformed into a massive skeleton—only pale bones remained, all flesh and blood disappeared—looking terrifying and eerie.

The Ghost King and the “Trapped Dragon Palace” formation stood alone by the crack, while everyone else stayed on the other side.

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Wu Qingchen glanced at the display screen: Jacqueline poured porridge into the wooden bowl before Wu Qingchen; the craftsman smiled warmly as he handed over a bowl of peas; André pressed black bread into Wu Qingchen’s hand… and within the secret kitchen, Wu Qingchen prepared food himself.

Si Liehao and the others followed the group into a vast valley, a restored area featuring an enormous open space ten times larger than the Imperial Capital’s square. Towering stone walls, thousands of feet high, flanked the valley, riddled with countless caves—each cave entrance bustling with people as if at a lively market.

She paused deliberately as she spoke, locking eyes with Gu Mingzhu, as if waiting for a response.

Though it was a simple sentence, King Yong’s heart lifted slightly. From his father’s tone, he could sense suspicion toward the fourth prince. Otherwise, his father’s attitude toward him wouldn’t have improved comparatively.

In truth, Yin Shixiu’s survival wasn’t as airtight and without loopholes as Rong Jing thought.

Chen Che frowned slightly, scrutinizing the black-robed figure before him. He had a hunch this person was also a manifestation of spiritual power.

Xiao Yan clenched his hands tightly but felt utterly powerless. His mind buzzed with dizziness; waves of stabbing pain radiated from his heart, as if his very soul trembled.

The teleportation array in West Star City lay on a plain east of the city, serving as one of the most important teleport hubs in West Star Prefecture, naturally guarded by troops.

“Teacher Shen Zhentian, have you seen this silver coin?” Shiyao glanced at the coin in Liu Chuan’s hand, then called out to Shen Zhentian for confirmation.

Meng Furong naturally understood Song Yazhu’s meaning. Before Song could speak, Meng already knew what she meant—otherwise, why call her a confidante?

Thinking seriously, it was indeed possible, so she no longer worried about Hongye’s potentially reckless behavior after his heartbreak.

The old sect leader said nothing, quietly closed the box, put it away, and took out another box.

“Zijin must be in trouble,” Shiyao said pale-faced, looking at Shui Xizhi. If Zijin was truly in danger, where should she search for him?

There was no other choice. The only person at the scene who could rival Jiang Tian in status was Wang Lei of Wangyi, who had once been the richest man in the Celestial Empire.

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With Zhuge Ziyun by his side as protector, he never trusted Hua Weiqing. With him present, Yi Nan dared not enter meditation.

Perhaps during previous battles, Blood Shadow Eunuch’s move was rarely countered, so this momentary carelessness had forced him to retreat a few steps, which infuriated him.

The first group of cultivators to strike weren’t exceptionally strong, though some were in the Refining Qi stage. However, despite controlling flying swords, they couldn’t cut through the fiery boundary. Instead, the flying swords' surfaces were severely scorched, blackened in patches.

Rumors spread swiftly among the Western dark forces. The destruction of Prince Edward caught many off guard, especially the dark families closely allied with him, who suffered devastating losses.

Feng Yihui knew it would be difficult to gain any authority within the absolute control zone. Regardless of whether the economy in the Denglai region was set for plunder by the Beiyang War Zone or planned for development, one thing was certain: all economic activity in Denglai must first serve the Beiyang War Zone.

After the Empress Dowager returned with someone to oversee the harem and offered assistance, the situation only worsened... The emperor sighed softly.

Within the Qiaolinglong territory, you could find better weapons and unimaginable herbs. Tao Ming loved the atmosphere, especially as the largest hub for production professions. Among these was the food industry. Since food was paramount in Qiaolinglong, a branch store was opened there, and business was booming.

Therefore, after expressing her anger and enduring several days of frustration, she gradually came to accept the truth.

It was a genuine darkness—the moment the enemy stepped out of the corridor between the fourth and third train carriages, their entire body vanished into the shadows, leaving no discernible outline.

In fact, many cultivators ventured into the Lingyou Abyss for adventure or training. Especially the various clans, who would certainly send people to probe and explore the continent’s dangerous places.

With each influx of cosmic energy, the golden energy orb in Aotian’s dantian grew stronger, the dragon’s phantom more solid, and the spiritual light flickering in the dragon’s eyes more intense.

“Brother Shen, I’m not in your way. I was just feeling a bit upset earlier and came here to vent. Please forgive me if I caused any offense,” Zhao Wuyou apologized sincerely.