Chapter 67: Seeking Advice from the Master-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.)

Yun Xi communicated smoothly with the tribal warriors. After handing over the goods to Yun Xi, the warrior logged off; it was their season of abundance, the time for harvest, and he was busy organizing the tribe to hunt and gather.

Yun Xi noticed that “Celestial Aura” was online and sent a private message:
“Senior, I have a question I wish to ask. Are you available now?”
Celestial Aura replied, “What is it?”
“I am now at the ninth stage of Qi Refinement.”

Not only that, he was willing to enter the Collapsing Plane for her sake, to endure the pain of the villain, just to help her lessen her karmic burdens and regain new life as soon as possible.

With a single move, the assassin was unable to withstand it. The weapon in his hand was shattered by Xie Wangchun, and his chest was punched through, leaving a clear hole.

At this moment, Liu Muzhi was carrying his mother on his back. The legitimate wife from a wealthy family was even worse off than Liu Junzhi’s mother. From her initial arrogance when relatives came to help, to her later fits of despair, now she was like a living corpse, too tired even to utter a curse.

Countless blood wolves and rats, along with other beasts, their vital energy quickly drained and transformed into visible red light, surging toward Ye Mu. At last, it all poured into his body.

When they regrouped, they saw Daoist Cangqing carrying a weakened Ling Feng back; as for the rest, Lu Wu’s whereabouts remained unknown.

“Mind your own business!” As if her shame had been stripped away, Chi Xi shook off Lu Yan’s hand; yet her face could not help but show a hint of embarrassment.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” Ji Ailian asked, puzzled, as Xie Jiacheng followed her on his bike.

Though Prince Jin’s side was in a favorable position, Ganzhou was after all a provincial capital—strong city walls and numerous troops. With Zhang Lang looting the people and stockpiling provisions, the Suzhou army encircling the city had no solution for the time being.

Sun Guoqiang was thunderstruck with rage, eyes reddened, mustache bristling, so furious he nearly coughed blood.

“Su Muyao, you must immediately go to the principal and explain, ask him to withdraw the notice of dismissing uncle!” The one blocking her was Su Jing, issuing orders in a fit of anger.

Except for a few young supremes rising like comets, no one could rival the imperial clan—a symbol of strength and nobility.

“Don’t cause trouble.” Changqing took a breath, pulling Jiutian aside. He hated Wang Bing, of course, but he knew the occasion; the two of them had snuck in, so stirring up trouble would only invite disaster.

“I trust my master. If he says he can find it, then he will.” Goldy declared, resolute.

The four nations moved swiftly. By the end of February 1945, the British, French, Soviet, and American delegations arrived in the capital, beginning to pressure China.

They kept this matter from Qin Chuan, fearing he would storm the foreign camp in anger. In his previous state, he would only be delivering himself to slaughter.

“To die by my hand is a blessing. Rest assured, I’ll see to it there’s not an ounce of pain in your death!” With jaws slightly parted, Huo Rulong’s voice echoed across the sky.

Third Uncle yawned: Please, leave now. If you have any requests, just submit a report. If I can approve it, I will. If funds can be allocated, I’ll allocate them.

Everyone was startled by the shout. Gentle as the wind usually, how could An Zeyu suddenly be so furious?

Yuan Qiuhua said: Getting angry over others’ attitudes, wasting time; changing your goals because of their words—such foolishness. Yet so many people waste their time on such trivialities, letting themselves be firmly controlled by others.

Thus, Hua Tian and his five companions entered the tower called “Spirit Realm Tower” together with Monk Ruhai.

Listening to the words, cold sweat broke out on the leader fox’s forehead. He murmured softly, “It would be nice if they really just came to eat.”

She sprang up from her bed in panic, not daring to look at Lian Shuo’s expression. “Brother, it’s late. You should rest early.” With that, she fled from Lian Shuo’s room as if a horde of wild beasts was chasing her.