Chapter 139: The Demonic Cultivator's Trump Card

Yunxi knew instantly that this was a fallback measure left behind by a malevolent cultivator. Popping a top-grade spirit-replenishing pill into her mouth, she flashed out of the array and waved her sleeve to retrieve the array disk into her storage ring.

Dianudian saw that her master had emerged and immediately leaped into Yunxi's arms, still feeling that this was the safest place to be.

At this moment, Yu Qingchen, Liu Haotian, and Xia You also arrived by Yunxi's side. None of their expressions were very favorable, especially Liu Haotian's. The first thing he said upon seeing Yunxi was:

"Fellow Daoist Wei, although yin-yang arts seem to flourish like a hundred flowers in bloom today, they were still very limited during the Spring and Autumn period. The arts left over from that era must undoubtedly be extremely formidable techniques. China has not seen anyone ascend for many years, but such people did exist in the past, and the loss of arcane arts is one of the reasons why."

After steadying my emotions, I pushed open the door and stepped out of the bedroom. A faint scent of alcohol lingered in the air; Fan Ye must have had a relapse of his drinking habit. Seeing me emerge, Fan Ye hurriedly stowed away the wine bottles. A series of clattering noises erupted—the sound of glass bottles colliding against one another.

Even though the ground was made of steel and devoid of soil, the elemental power of earth within my physical body was still unreservedly unleashed. At the same time, under the guidance of my will, the Qi of Ascending Heaven circulated rapidly. Four wisps surged forth simultaneously, respectively summoning the elemental forces of metal and earth hidden between heaven and earth.

"That is to say, she knows you? Have you offended someone?" Hearing something amiss in Baihe's words, Lin Wei could not help but ask anxiously.

"Hehe, Ninth Master flatters me, Ninth Master flatters me." Chu Tiesheng scratched his head, took a stool from one of his subordinates, and sat down. Chu Xu and Liu Ziyan also took their seats at that moment.

An old man on the screen frowned and said, "Transferring you away is not a punishment, but rather because there is a more important task to be done. Therefore, you may retain your position within the Ministry of Six, except... we need you to concurrently hold another post."

As for money, he had no idea how much wealth his parents actually possessed, but whatever he wanted to buy, his mother could always get it for him. He practically had no concept of money. His mother had prepared a bank card for him; back in high school, it already held over a hundred thousand, yet he had scarcely spent any of it.

As long as Zhao Huan agreed to save Yang Haiyang, he presumably would not take the initiative to target him again either. By releasing this signal, he meant to let the matter rest.

She had also prepared a gift to share with her CEO Duan. Her intuition told her that what she had prepared was on par with his, but she would triumph.

This question was far too ruthless. As Su Yi read on, it felt as if it had been posed by Geyu himself, causing yet another oppressive tightness in her chest and a dull ache in her heart.

Duke rolled his eyes and walked out. A moment later, someone brought the report to Su Yi.

Ye Miao watched almost with her own eyes from the diary as Yue Miao began to degenerate—yes, she used the word degenerate.

Li Jiayu finally understood what was going on at that point. It wasn't a misunderstanding; her project had simply been snatched away. Both "Xiqiao" and Fang Pu knew it full well; they had colluded behind the scenes.

Li Jiayu looked at Ni Ying, and Ni Ying looked at Liu Mao. Liu Mao glanced at Li Jiayu, then at Yu Jin, and finally back at Li Jiayu.

A few days ago, she heard subordinates mention that some horse bandits were growing restless, along with outsiders entering the area carrying a certain military aura. She wondered if they were spies sent by the Tatars. Although the soldiers under his command had already rooted out several hideouts without discovering any true barbarians, there was no guarantee that stray fish had not hidden outside.

After shaking off Huo Ning, Ye Jingheng was in a foul mood. He secretly pondered over going abroad to find Gu Jianhua and have a proper talk.

Ni Dahai glanced out of the corner of his eye... Seeing Tian Xin'er looking like that, his heart softened a bit. He originally wanted to offer a few words of comfort, but seeing how hard his mother was crying, he knew that if he spoke to Tian Xin'er, his mother would throw an even greater tantrum.

When Yun Jingqi arrived at the Donglaishun Restaurant, she instinctively checked her watch. It was precisely 6:25... True to her habit, she was never late for dates, which was yet another reflection of her personal character and upbringing.