Chapter 125: The Direct Disciple

Leng Ruohan tossed a jade bracelet to Yun Xi and said, "This is a gift for accepting you as my disciple. Inside the storage bracelet are items suitable for your cultivation. Find a spot on Lingxue Peak to build your residence, then take my Peak Master’s medallion to register for your new identity token."

"Yes, Master!" Yun Xi replied readily.

Leng Ruohan pushed a white jade token toward Yun Xi and continued, "Once you have updated your identity token and settled into your new residence, come back tomorrow."

In the next instant, the entire spiritual barrier shattered, raining down upon the ground as countless fragments of spiritual energy.

Long Yue stated that he had successfully lured out the Dream-Stealing Ghost; as for when she would wake up, it would depend on her own recovery.

Take charge? Even the Emperor does not involve himself in such matters, so how could the Imperial Noble Consort possibly intervene? Liu Siyun simply listened and offered a polite smile to the Imperial Noble Consort.

Song Siwei’s hands, which were holding the tray, tightened abruptly. His fingertips turned white, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged, the blue network standing out starkly against his fair skin.

Seeing that Rong Niang remained melancholic, Ling Xuan glanced at Su Su and pursed his lips, appearing completely at a loss.

Upon seeing this, the two Taoist priests did not have time to discern truth from falsehood and hurriedly headed in the direction Chu Feng had indicated.

Sang Chuqing’s threat seemed to carry some weight; Ling Xuan, gripping his sword, dared not take a single step forward, despite this being his own territory.

Xuanyuan Qiyu was certainly speaking the absolute truth; his assessment of Liu Siyu was spot on, without the slightest hint of exaggeration.

If the opportunity arose, Jiang Yi would personally eliminate this assassin organization, considering it a service to the people.

The dozen or so individuals who followed Chen Qing inside were all experts capable of wielding Qi. As Chen Qing unleashed his energy, everyone coordinated, and for a moment, the room shimmered with surging power. The aura was so intense that it felt as if the building were about to collapse. Such momentum completely cowed Boss Zhang and his men.

Wuxin sighed and said slowly, "You must already know his identity, and he killed my most important friend. If it were you, what would you do?" He hoped Murong Qianhe would understand his intentions and, even more, that he would be able to distinguish clearly between good and evil.

Just then, a figure leaped over the dilapidated wall and suddenly appeared in the courtyard, which had been abandoned for many years. The person stood in a dark corner, scanning the surroundings as if searching for something.

Yet, when Wang Sheng began his advancement, which lasted an entire day, and everyone was staring with growing impatience, the ice pillar suddenly underwent a transformation.

He looked at the corpses of the Immortal Alliance experts with a sense of regret, but having come this far in the crusade against the God Race, sacrifices were inevitable.

Flying to a distance of ten yards in front of the giant sword, Old Venerable Peizhen sneered grimly and unleashed a strike of sword Qi, intent on executing Yang Zhen, who was trapped within.

The White Emperor snorted coldly, his divine sense expanding rapidly across the globe, forcibly suppressing various natural disasters.

He was enduring it with great difficulty; the willpower of a legendary expert kept him from vomiting, whereas an ordinary person would have been retching uncontrollably long ago.

However, in this world, it took but a moment for things to merge with the environment and turn to dust, a testament to the corrosive power of this realm.

Ye Yuxin spoke eloquently of my great-grandfather’s glorious achievements, yet I became increasingly shocked and confused.

"Mingxiu?" Zhou Cheng was startled, wondering if he were hallucinating, but as the voice continued to call out, his agitated heart began to calm.

This only served to enhance Wang Ying’s reputation. Local bandits, habitual criminals, ruffians, and village tyrants vied to join him, and his influence grew rapidly. Watching Wang Ying gather over a hundred men, Yan Shun had no choice but to recruit on a large scale, expanding his own force to over two hundred men to keep Wang Ying in check.

"You are right, but you cannot focus solely on the child and neglect yourself. You are in a delicate state, and you must be extra careful."