Chapter 135: Battling the Heretical Cultivator Part 1

Early the next morning, Yun Xi and the female cultivator Pan Yuan set off together toward the mountain hollow where the Rosy-Cloud Butterfly eggs were kept.

Before leaving the temporary dwelling, Yun Xi thrust an ice needle straight into her dantian right before her eyes, warning with cold detachment:

"If you do not want your dantian shattered, you will cooperate and play your part in this performance well. Otherwise, you will surely die before I do."

Pan Yuan swallowed hard, nodding rapidly:

"I understand."

"Good, let us set off!"

As soon as Xia Fei slammed her hand down on the table, she realized she had given herself away. Remembering that Lin Zheng was right on the other side of the massive screen, her heart began to race once more, filled with a sudden panic.

As he spoke, the second uncle's smile gradually grew stiff, his eyes gazing at me with a lingering thread of hope.

Anyone with discerning eyes could tell that he harbored romantic intentions toward Lu Mingshuang. Yet, whether intentional or oblivious, Lu Mingshuang consistently ignored his attentiveness, driving Situ Ming into a fury.

The iron bars emitted a faint metallic groan, showing no sign of yielding. Seeing that pushing was useless, Lin Zheng braced his hands against both sides of the drainage pipe, planted his feet firmly against the bars, and exerted explosive force amidst the rushing torrent.

Having divided the labor, the eight of them acted independently, completely unaware that shortly after their departure, Zheng Han slipped into a residential dwelling. Inside the room, Lin Zheng and Fang Yang were already seated waiting.

The mass of Wu tribesmen were stirred to boiling blood by the words of the Great Wizard Houyi, fiercely pounding their chests and roaring toward the heavens. The mysterious totems painted across their robust bodies seemed to come alive, sending surging waves of vital blood qi soaring straight into the sky, completely dispersing the clouds above.

Now, preserving these memories comes down to the same old reason: I am afraid I will forget. Much has already faded away into oblivion, and my mind must undergo a revolution; gathering these assets now will prove useful in the future.

Because during joint machine operations, I would get too immersed in talking, causing my hands and feet to slow down as a backlog of goods piled up. And he, naturally, would cooperate by helping me clear them.

"If it is inconvenient for the brother to speak of it, the two of us can simply continue drinking," Qin Han said, steering the conversation elsewhere.

Before Grimmjow could offer an explanation, Kamio Haruko leaped straight out of his embrace, darting her eyes rapidly about in search of the food he had hidden away.

Because the status of the Material Security Department was relatively low, Section Chief Li conducted himself with a good deal more tact and slickness; otherwise, he would never have been able to handle so many tangled matters.

"Very well, please enlighten me, fellow Daoist!" Realizing that further words were useless given the other's indifference, True Immortal Jihuan changed his hand seals and swiftly assumed a battle stance.

Regarding Emperor Jiuduan, Bi Qiong's resentment had noticeably faded quite a bit. In truth, she could see that the friction back then had merely been a fuse; in reality, her mother had long desired to strike against the King of Xia, simply using that past conflict as a convenient pretext. Viewed in this light, Emperor Jiuduan could also be considered a victim of misfortune.

An astonishing spectacle unfolded: the moment that mass of Dragon God Qi vanished, the Fire Lion Avatar transformed into a figure identical in every way to Wang Chen, dropping to one knee before the Dragon God.

It was like some kind of unsealed secret incantation, gently stirring the strings of her affection. From that very moment onward, the silhouette of the man before her became deeply branded into the depths of her soul.

Flashes of anger flickered simultaneously in the eyes of Long Xingyu and Su Jing. Knowing that this person was deliberately making things difficult for them yet unable to vent their fury, they could only forcibly suppress it, keeping their faces entirely devoid of any expression of wrath.

Suddenly, Xiao Feng broke the silence. Everyone knew that this sentence held the crucial point he intended to emphasize, and thus they held their collective breath even more tightly, terrified of missing a single word.

This barrier of light towered as high as the heavens and stretched endlessly wide, appearing as though it had been raised in a single day. From the very day of its completion, no cultivator ever managed to pass through it again, trapping everything within like beasts in a cage.

In truth, Lin Yiren's back had already grown rigid. Turning around, she saw a man with short black hair clad in black armor, his curved blade sheathed at his waist, quietly watching her.

This young man had effortlessly defeated several challengers, and among them, the youth who wielded a spear looked vaguely familiar to Lan Ying'er, yet she could not quite make out his specific features.