Chapter 107: A Single Day's Memory

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Mu Ningzhu asked, “We are not familiar with Daoist Li, nor were we invited. How can we attend the ceremony?”

The waiter immediately smiled and explained, “It is fate that all of you have come to Shuangshan City at this time. On the day of the union ceremony, everyone is offered a cup of spirit wine. Moreover, the city lord’s mansion distributes some elixirs, spirit plants, and magical treasures on that day. The cultivators in the city will not leave empty-handed; it’s a celebration for the entire city.”

“Tsk, tsk, the city lord is doing this for his son…”

No need to mention, these steps can be repeated once, twice, or thrice; one round, two rounds, three rounds—it all depends on whether you have the means to quell the negative effects caused by excessive hype.

In a critical moment, Yan Yu directly invoked the Golden Scripture; his left arm instantly transformed into a metallic texture to withstand the impending fierce impact.

At this time, his so-called husbands would have already shamefully ended their live streams upon seeing Li Tao’s overwhelming display.

Moreover, all the netizens’ ire was directed at him, incessantly criticizing and cursing online, wishing to subject Zhang Ming to the harshest punishments.

Although this set of photos left everyone confused, revealing no valuable information.

Upon hearing the name “Commander Liu,” an expression of anger briefly flashed across Tang Jiang’s face, but he concealed it. After a respectful bow, he pulled Tang Feng away.

The three were so anxious they could not remain seated; Master Miaoshou had already retreated downstairs, and a fight was imminent.

Willow branches posed little threat; the corpse demon stiffened its neck and was about to attack Master Lin when it suddenly noticed something.

“I don’t care. From now on, Shaozong just likes Master…” Seeing Tang Feng at a loss for words, Cheng Shaozong shouted joyfully as if victorious.

“Be good. Living in a filthy and chaotic environment causes illness. Mo Mo doesn’t want me to get sick, right?” Yin Ling spoke gently and patiently.

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“This? This?” Bi Xianhua stared incredulously at the document in his hand, then scrutinized Feihong carefully. No matter how he looked, it simply didn’t seem to fit.

After speaking, Long Xuan Kong took out an empty jade bottle and drew out half a vial of spirit liquid before handing it to Lei Ting.

Everyone inside the room was moved by Mengxi’s sincere feelings; for a moment, no one spoke.

With this thought, a tragic resolve rose in her heart: since recognizing it meant death, and denying it meant death as well, she might as well grit her teeth and persevere. Even in death, she would want Second Master to believe in her innocence. When he recalled her gentle nature, he might come to despise the Old Madam, causing turmoil in the Xiao household and thus avenging her.

Her brow only furrowed slightly before relaxing. At this moment, under no circumstances must Xue Lengyu find out.

Qin An, the trouble you brought me… Arong knew it was impossible to explain things clearly to the movers. To clarify, one had to find Qin An.

Lan Yue put down the cat and gently pressed it, as if it could understand human speech. She softly instructed it not to run about, then turned to tidy other belongings, taking out a fur coat, a brocade quilt, and a forged blanket. She discussed with Fu Xing the order in which to spread them on the bed and agonized over the matching of pillows and curtains.

Previously, the medicine attendants and medicine officers either gave face to the medicine officer or were annoyed by him. This time with Zheng Liushan encountering such a tough Arong, the entire process went swiftly.

In this way, Long Xuan Kong found himself somewhat passive. The seawater environment was not a place one could remain in long-term; resisting water pressure and using internal energy to traverse, he simply could not endure for long.

From faint spiritual energy sensing to the circulation of powerful profound energy within, the body was continuously strengthening.

Zhang Mu twisted his body to avoid as Jiumo Zhi’s invisible palm power struck the stone slab beside Zhang Mu with a loud crash.

After the Heavenly God finished speaking, his figure gradually blurred and vanished. The flames consuming the paper flickered out as the paper turned to ash and dispersed.

“This is wrong, this is wrong!” Arthur suddenly slapped himself hard. Gritting his teeth, he said.

“A genius like you should not be confined to this era alone.” Malfurion opened his palm, where a card lay quietly.

“So, have you made up your mind?” Inside the room, Effie reclined half on the sofa, crossing her legs, a slight curve on her lips as she asked.

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“How could this be!” Dandan looked despairingly at the stone tablet, her large eyes filled with tears.

“Repair!” Mu looked up at the spatial rift scarred across the sky like a wound and frowned slightly. With a wave of his hand, the “scar” rapidly “healed,” restoring tranquility to the sky and calming the trembling earth.

Because when he arrived, those people were already dead; no one knew who had done it. It seemed that the General had other powers at his disposal.

He was very self-aware, knowing that even if victorious, his merits would hardly be the greatest.

The color faded as a snow-white ankle-length coat gathered around Mu. The grayish-white mask covering half his face removed all color, leaving only purity. Paired with the white clothes beneath, he looked even more mysterious.

Not only the Daoist and Buddhist realms, but across all the myriad worlds, every faction with even slight strength had received invitations to the Peach Blossom Banquet and was now rushing to the First Realm Heaven.

Li Mengchen sat somewhat dejectedly alone nearby, thinking: I came because I was worried about him, but now he doesn’t even recognize me. Really.

Upon hearing this, Wang Baier immediately became displeased. If you don’t want to do that here, it means you want to do it outside.

She had not only snapped out of her earlier arrogance and conceit but also realized that the legend of her hidden dragon ace was no mere myth — everything was true.

Jiang Hao quietly watched the two swords merge into one, then realized there was no difference; it was as if there was only a single sword.

“Then we can just leave the lights on. Whether anyone is here or not, they won’t come in to see.” Han Lu said.

This was something that required careful thought from Ye Xingchen. Moreover, Ye Xingchen vaguely sensed that this journey to the Underworld would not be so easy.