Chapter 57: Emerging to the Surface-With a Dimensional Chat Group in Hand, the Doomed Side Character Soars to Immortality(Ephemeral clouds and fleeting winds, like the tinkling of wind chimes in passing moments.)

Wei Zonghao reacted quickly as well, channeling his fire spiritual power into his spirit sword. With one slash, he sent a sand mole flying, then immediately moved on to the next. He didn’t mind even the ones whose bellies had been pierced—he scooped them swiftly into his storage pouch.

Yun Xi continued tossing talismans, all first-rank Golden Arrow Talismans, casting a wide net to sweep through the nest. Once she had cleared the area, she briskly collected the fallen sand moles, then made straight for the patch of Golden Sand Grass—the true prize they had come for.

When Yun Xi arrived, Hua Xuanzi was already there.

Little Bao’er was still just a young dragon, barely awakened, and had no understanding of her mother’s true intent behind the question. She only nodded with a silly, innocent smile.

Luo Youge stood where she was, surveying the surroundings in all four directions—east, south, west, and north—unsure which way to go.

Heavy breaths brushed against her face, making Luo Youge shudder uncontrollably. The masculine energy from his body, laced with a biting coldness, pressed in overbearingly, leaving her with nowhere to hide.

It was said that place was haunted by raging winds all year round, with dense, unyielding clouds of darkness formed from endless fiendish energy. Demons, monsters, and malevolent spirits from the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons gathered there, obeying the commands of the Mountain of Corpses, and ceaselessly spreading outward.

This meeting lasted a long time. After all, contending for the right to set the rules was of great importance; every aspect had to be carefully considered.

Lian Zimo escorted Yun Xi home, but did not return home himself. Instead, he hurried to another place.

He had originally believed that, by doing this, he would gradually forget her and everything from before. Yet, the farther he was from her, the more unbearable it became.

Those seated around Xu Zhiman exchanged glances, then rose together to salute. For a moment, the atmosphere grew subtly charged because the newcomer’s stunning beauty overshadowed everyone else.

“Yes, yes, I have it.” Under that gaze, which seemed to see through everything, the chief of the Imperial Medical Bureau trembled as he took out a prescription from his robes and handed it to Xiu Heng.

Lu Yunzhen, seeing that Qiao Nuo had not gotten down for a long time, simply bent over and lifted her directly from the carriage. At that moment, Lu Jingyu also got down from the carriage.

During the period they were repaying the debt, the people from the casino often beat his father under the pretext of collecting debts, and charged exorbitant interest.

Su Yaoguang gazed at Yang Mingyu, who now looked exceptionally handsome; his smile was like the winter sun, warmly shining upon her.

Fang Zheng gave a soft laugh. “Isn’t this a good thing? I like dealing with clever people—saves effort and worry. Besides, his invitation clearly said he’s here to fulfill our wager. You know, we made a bet by Sword Burial Pond. I said I would tell him everything about myself, and he would do the same.”

In an instant, the two appeared above Cloud Mist Star. After a flash, they emerged outside of Cloud Mist Star, and immediately, Sword Cloud fled madly in a single direction. Each teleport covered a distance measured in hundreds of millions of kilometers.

Demon wolves are greedy and cunning, the most cowardly among the four great demon breeds. Once they lose their nerve, all they can do is run.

Now, there were already 12,233 mortal cities, 4,000 immortal cities, 49 cities of Immortal Lords, and five cities of Celestial Sovereigns. Of course, all these were cultivator cities.

He had already been on guard in that pine forest for four or five days, covered in mosquito bites, and every day Bayintu had to dance and sing several times. Finally, he could no longer endure and came to report to Dorgon.

Master Bao Si gave it his all, his face flushed red, the ground beneath his feet sinking again and again, yet he could not advance an inch. By contrast, Su Ye stood calm and composed, his eyes free of joy or sorrow, his hand steady, his sword unwavering, as if no effort was being used.

This was the simplest of thrusts, yet it contained all his magical power, along with the endless energy from the Ark’s core.

Was the Young Lord Wushuang’s sister mad? The Emperor’s edict had already been issued—an unchangeable decree carved in iron. No one expected her to be so bold as to challenge the authority of the royal family. Many secretly broke out in a cold sweat for her.