Volume 1, Chapter 151: Subduing the Wandering Soul

Dragged along by Yun Su and spared the need to fly on his own, Ji Die could finally ease his mind, recover some spiritual power, and strive to restore his condition to its absolute peak.

As for the three wandering soul pills from earlier, Yun Su had hastily tucked them away in the heat of the moment, and right now, she had no spare attention to 'entrust' them to Ji Die.

"These wandering souls cannot fly indefinitely either. Their flight consumes nether energy as well; although it is a different power from the spiritual energy cultivated by practitioners, it is not limitless." Yun Su gazed straight ahead, concentrating on her flight while deliberately trying to ignore the hand holding Ji Die's. Perhaps sensing the somewhat oppressive atmosphere, she broke the silence.

Her voice was like a beam of warmth piercing through the dark night...

She was tall, draped only in a bath towel, with her slender, snow-white legs exposed, and fair shoulders that made anyone look twice and swallow hard. Despite being wrapped in a towel, the sheer fullness of her bust proved that the undergarment seen earlier truly belonged to her, with not a trace of exaggeration.

Outside the immortal prison, the members of the Shangguan clan from the immortal manor burst into loud laughter as they saw Shangguan Feixiong firmly take the upper hand.

The relationship between the Black Stone Island lord and them was one of mutual exploitation. For the auction house, it was a gimmick to boost hype; for the Black Stone Island lord, it was a way to promote his own influence and drive more foot traffic to the island—and from that, he stood to make good money in gold coins.

This time, upon returning to Shaanxi and exchanging ideas with the rebel general Li Zicheng, Gao Yingxiang learned a novel method for breaching city walls and prepared to apply this technique to the current county town.

Wu Jinsong and Ximen Buqing had clearly never heard of the name Blue Tianyu Heart either, so curiosity flickered in their eyes as they waited for Meng Xian's explanation.

The layout of the inner room was extremely simple: a traditional northeastern brick bed, a simple table, and a rocking chair, upon which sat an elderly man well into his seventies with his eyes closed in contemplation.

He felt a sudden sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of fresh blood spewed out. Yet that was not all; his injuries were severe indeed. Although their leader had reacted promptly, the entire right side of his body had suffered catastrophic damage.

Seeing this, we can deduce that even now, there were still a considerable number of elite troops within the Ming army. We might imagine: what if the Ming court had transferred half of these elites to Liaoning while resolving their military pay and supply issues?

Witnessing this scene, Ouyang Yuyan immediately stepped forward and recounted to Ouyang Changjian, word for word, everything Lin Yu had told her.

While she felt no great aversion to serving such a young and handsome man, the fact that Mitsui Takaakira had handed her over so easily felt somewhat surreal.

To everyone's surprise, upon hearing these words, Shangguan Qing turned her head once more, a trace of disdain flickering across her pretty face, before she turned back and ignored him entirely.

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She wept for a while, then continued: "The Empress was exhausted in both body and mind; she was simply too tired. In the end, she wanted to take one last look at the King. Sneaking secretly into the royal palace, what she saw instead was the King indulging in song and dance, holding that concubine in his arms."

"Then let's go take a look at the birthday gift I prepared for you," Xie Yun suggested upon seeing Fu Xin shake his head.

Yi Tianqi still hadn't come out. The blood on Fang Qiong's head had already congealed; Yi Tianqi carefully wiped it clean, changed her into a clean set of clothes, and then cradled her face in both hands.

Suddenly, blue and gold lights converged into one, gradually transforming into a human figure that revealed the presence of the True Person Tongxuan.

Magical artifacts, once reaching a certain level, develop independent consciousness, capable of cultivating and taking human form just like Zhuohua. The Soul-奪-Whip clearly possessed awareness, and now that its nether energy had been refined away, she was quite satisfied. She directly coiled the Soul-奪-Whip around her waist.

An overlord who had dominated Suzhou for many years was actually bowing in apology to a young man in his early twenties, and doing so with such fearful reverence.

"That person was diagnosed jointly by myself, Elder Qin, and Elder Ye—he has no more than a month to live!" Chen Mo said earnestly.

Both Fu Xin and Xie Yun were utterly shocked upon hearing this. They had originally thought Fu Xin's initial spiritual power was at Grade A, but it turned out to have already reached Grade S.

Consumed by overwhelming desire, Huang Xing'er lived every day in the agony of lovesickness. This left her feeling both helpless and distressed; she both longed to catch a glimpse of Chou Dafu and feared seeing him, lest she do something out of control.

Even practitioners at the peak of the Dharma Form Realm would not dare rashly inject their spiritual energy into the Immortal-Controlling Array, as anyone suffering a backlash from the power would be gravely injured.

Furthermore, even if the three major factions wished to offer their assistance, they could only do so by first buying time to delay the execution of the remaining members of the Wang family, and then maneuver around the criminal charges.

At this moment, the crowd chimed in one after another, their excitement growing with every word they spoke.

With burning gazes, the crowd stared fixedly at Hua Wuyu, their expressions eager and filled with an itch of anticipation. If they couldn't purchase even a tiny bit today, it would simply be too imperfect.

Under a continuous barrage of divine abilities and formidable techniques, unleashed with the force of a tidal wave, the combat prowess displayed by Wang Hao was simply incomparable to anyone in the Divine Mansion Realm.

All in all, the current state of the Madam truly felt rather pitiable.

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However, after pondering that fellow's thick skin, Ethan concluded that such an action would only excite him further, inspiring even more vulgar routines, and thus he abandoned the thought.

Hearing Yang Qin say this, the heavy stone settled firmly in Yang Yun Tian's heart at last.

The Fourth Tiger gradually raised his head, his eyes shining with a fierce, brilliant light. As a growing realization dawned upon him, strength surged through his body with increasing vigor.

However, if someone else was footing the bill—or if the wool was simply sheared from the sheep itself—it would be a completely different story.

"In a place like this, would your imperial clan really allow outsiders to enter casually?" Jiang Chen asked out of curiosity.

"I don't have a solution just yet! But please, Father, trust me—I will work hard! I won't just sit here and wait for death!" Ke Bugou replied.

Perhaps his lineage, background, and strength were all beyond anything she could have imagined, but seeing him here right now, she still couldn't suppress her astonishment.

She did not tell Huerhe that she was going to find Zhao Yuanting, because she knew Huerhe would never allow it; telling him would only add to his sense of helplessness and self-reproach.

At dusk, Xia Muyu slowly drifted back to consciousness, and Qingyun hurriedly warmed up the prepared herbal medicine and brought it for her to drink.

Ge Shiyuan watched as everyone chattered back and forth. As he watched, his gaze locked onto Villager A's mouth, and following that, he let out a muffled snicker without saying a word.

With a flick of Jiang Chen's will, a massive throne materialized within the Primordial Hall. Radiating a formidable primal chaos aura, Jiang Chen sat down directly upon that colossal throne and began meditating.