Chapter 118: Attaining the Daoist Heart

The message talisman flew directly into Yun Xi's hand. After she probed it with her divine sense, a familiar voice resonated:

"Yun Xi, are you in Twin Mountain City? I was returning to the sect with Uncle Master Sheng when we saw a distress signal sent by our disciples mid-journey. Uncle Master Sheng and Master Feng left ahead of us, and the rest of us followed closely behind. We only heard upon arrival that something had happened in Twin Mountain City. I do not know if you are there; please reply if you receive this."

It was quite an effort for Long Daoyu to craft such a long...

Could it be that Zhou Shi employed a scheme to exhaust the Xuanfeng and Bai Dangkai teams, and these are just fakes conjured up using something like the Truth-Defying Flower Spirit?

Jianjian's mother is clearly refusing to admit the truth. Looking at her expression, how could she possibly claim she never said those things? Her face is full of guilt; does she truly take everyone for blind?

During the morning rush, the elevator was packed with company staff. Chu Qiao used all her might to finally squeeze out of the crowded lift.

Walking into the first level of the Oma Temple, they saw several Smoke-Dark Bats by the entrance remaining perfectly still. They did not attack even when the group entered, which left everyone deeply puzzled, prompting them to cast appraisal spells one after another.

The scene seen in the Imperial Garden yesterday suddenly rushed into Mu Yun's heart. Recalling Sang Li's unfocused gaze, her graceful figure, and the hem of her skirt fluttering in the wind, the icy, ink-colored depths of Mu Yun's eyes darkened even further.

Qi Tian particularly admired Zhang Yi's superior wisdom and talent, making him one of the few who knew of Li Xiao's true parentage. Of course, like Qi Yu, he remained unaware of the secret that had been buried for over twenty years.

"Heh heh, my hands are itching!" Shi Xiaoyu gave a sheepish laugh and, without further ado, began to strike at the man, with the two of them launching a coordinated attack.

"Why are you drinking so hurriedly!" the Second Mistress, Luo Yange, scolded with a hint of affection, her jade hand resting on his broad back to pat it gently.

"How could that be? You are clearly that big star! Don't worry, I will keep your whereabouts secret!" Uncle Cai interrupted her, saying.

Fortunately, the god-like man hosting the grand marriage ceremony appeared to have a restrained and imposing aura, deep and unfathomable; Hua Ge would certainly be no match for him.

"What should we do, Yiheng? My heart aches for you." She frowned, biting her lip.

However, a chilling thought emerged; thinking about it now, she realized how close the danger had been, leaving her with a lingering sense of fear.

Even if she were infinitely reluctant, the opportunity was fleeting. If she did not act now, summoning the soul later would be incredibly difficult.

Still, one must look toward the long term. A two-bedroom apartment would hardly suffice; one would need at least three bedrooms to live comfortably. Therefore, Zhang Ning had no immediate plans to buy a home, as he needed to save at least another 500,000 for a down payment. At his current rate of saving, the goal did not seem too far off.

Seeing Lin Zhengying speak this way, Cang Lang and the others naturally had no objections and followed him as they left the airport.

At the very least, she estimated it weighed over five or six hundred kilograms. It was brownish in color, lacking moss veins or pine-flower patterns, but Ximen Jinlian, drawing on her experience from examining stones at Old Man Hu's place, noticed that beneath the surface of this jadeite raw material, there was a faint, lingering white mist.

Distracted by the affair with Qiu Ying, she had nearly forgotten that today was the day the Prince of Nanning was to release Long Chen. When she had captured "Aolai" yesterday, the Prince of Nanning had already given his word. Moreover, Xiaoyaozi clearly remembered her promise to Long Chen that she would personally go to fetch him from his imprisonment, even though that prison was the Taiji Palace where she herself resided.

He wanted to flee, but escape was no longer an option. Furthermore, he was already wounded; breaking free from the imprisonment formation was quite simply impossible.

Because, once such a problem was solved, the impact would be too profound—countless villagers might overnight transform into multimillionaires or billionaires.

"Is that attitude toward love truly your inner, deepest thought?" Chen Ningxue asked, lowering her eyes.