Volume 1, Chapter 26: Expelled from the Mall

On second thought, that was the altar of the Yin-Yang Valley, where no one but the Primal Saint could utilize even a shred of spiritual energy, which made her feel that the shadow of the tower had some connection to Sister Liluo. As soon as she had this thought, she lost all control and walked toward the tower's shadow.

By the time she realized what the contours of the ravine resembled, she already felt an invisible giant hand pulling at her.

Hand-drawn posters for film crews have always been a lucrative gig in this industry. With an invisible master like Meng Fan, Qin Jiu felt it wasn't impossible to expand their illustration business into hand-drawn posters. It wasn't necessarily that Meng Fan had to draw them himself, but rather that his guidance was what mattered.

Hu Zhou searched for "space station server," and the color tone of the long corridor immediately shifted from a kaleidoscope of colors to a deep, ghostly blue.

The only difference was that she now possessed the freedom to make friends, yet she had developed a psychological trauma regarding friendship.

The number of viewers in the livestream room had already exceeded half a million. This was because Meng Fan’s stream was down-to-earth, and his voice was charming throughout. Many people were not original followers but had been referred by others, including quite a few who came specifically to listen to his voice while having their meals.

The man’s thin lips covered hers once more, kissing her while simultaneously masking the turbulent darkness deep within his eyes.

One must know that when Nian Xi and the other two were discussing this in the villa, their greatest fear was that that old stubborn fool Feng Ze would stand up to stop them, so they had specifically avoided him.

Su Zhiyi took the drawing and began to examine it. Yu Xiyao looked at her focused expression and gave her a deep, long, and lingering look.

If she remembered correctly, this period should be when Song Yanran’s lover fell ill. In her previous life, it was by relying on him as a great tree for shade that Song Yanran had thrived.

After viewing the first floor, she returned to the center of the living room and took the stairs to the second floor. The staircase was similar in style to the main entrance—curved. One could go up from either side, like a pair of brackets, with the door leading to the back garden in the middle. The main entrance was currently under construction and temporarily inaccessible.

"The point is, there is more than one," Dai Lin said with a grave expression, pulling the corpse of another male successor from his storage ring; it was the same situation.

A realm has only seven World Trees in total. Destroying one today was like cutting off a leg of the Machine Emperor Realm, a blow even more severe than killing a Guardian.

"Please speak plainly, there is no need for courtesy; I am all ears," Wu Weiye said, becoming serious, with no intention of backing down.

Almost any illicit treasure, cultivation technique, or the like could be sold here with peace of mind. The Demon Pirate Group not only kept the identities of both buyer and seller confidential but also provided comprehensive protection until they left Demon Island. Even if you stole a national jade seal from an empire, you could find a buyer here.

Xu Chen said he had come for the Primordial Dao Scripture of the Heavenly Dao Sect, but to state such a request directly—let alone obtaining the technique—he would likely be expelled immediately.

At the same time, the teams from other nearby factions also stopped their advance. The leaders looked at the successors in their ranks who possessed purification-type spiritual arts with strange expressions, while the latter pointed ahead, indicating they had seen a giant black tree.

But man proposes, God disposes; Guo Qin learned of the shocking changes at the Beast Arena from an ordinary passerby. Relying on the aid of his Flowing Cloud Fire Wings, he arrived two days early and, by sheer coincidence, captured two of Mad Wolf’s subordinates.

"When did this happen?" He had not expected that during the time they were apart, she had conceived Jun Moxuan’s child. His heart was instantly filled with jealousy, but he remained composed on the surface.

I nodded busily; if I didn’t eat, I would starve to death! Gu Yan looked at me thoughtfully, then without a word, shook her head and walked away. I hurriedly followed behind her, grabbing my wallet and heading straight downstairs.

"Yeah, we can’t go back through the minefield the same way we came; they’ve probably set an ambush and are waiting for us," Lei said after thinking for a moment.

Just as Duan Se was gripped by terror, his and his bodyguard’s communicators suddenly rang. It was actually the organizers of the Blue Moon Variety Show who had previously lost contact. The group was overjoyed.

However, aching all over and feeling weak in her limbs, she began to recall everything from the previous night, bit by bit, from beneath the blankets that still radiated a lingering atmosphere of intimacy.

The old man fell heavily to the ground. A trickle of blood flowed slowly across his eyes. His gaze, fixed on the ground, remained still for a moment before fading into eternal darkness.

When he looked up again, he felt a cool breeze; Mo Li had already used his light-foot technique to depart, leaving not even a shadow behind.

Noticing that this wizard seemed to have ill intentions, Asaza pretended to move toward Sang Ruo inadvertently.

Mo Wangchen glanced at her, said nothing more, picked up his beef noodles, stood up, and changed seats again.

What was it that made me court death, embarking on the point of no return by setting up puzzles and subplots and spending so much ink on supporting characters that it diluted the protagonist's role?

"The reason I summoned you all to the Ancestral Hall to set up the incense altar today is to convey one thing: within our Qing Sect, there still exists a grandfather-level figure, a god-like personage who lives in seclusion. I want you all to keep your eyes open and not offend the Grandfather." Du Deyue said calmly.

The Cloth-Taming Sword hanging on the wall flew into his hand. He walked straight out of the room and out of the villa.

Su Muchan no longer hesitated; apart from these two flying ships, everything else was teleported to their previous location.

When Qin Miaoyu was busy at the wedding venue with her studio staff, she naturally encountered people she had seen before at the Xiang family banquet.

She understood the prices in this world. Without considering cultivation and living as an ordinary person, one spirit stone was about the same as one dollar in the future world, and two spirit stones could buy a steamed bun.

Lu Qi'an fell silent. The Qin family was clearly quite wealthy, but did Qin Miaoyu mean she only used the money she earned herself?

As if struck by an electric current, Jiang Yuan felt her whole body trembling. Her hands unconsciously gripped his black coat, clutching it tighter and tighter.

The Master of the Nether Palace released his aura, and under the influence of that imposing pressure, Yemu Ran was forced back a few steps.

Consequently, although the sisters had left the old Shen family’s abuse and exploitation to live with Fang Lianniang, their lives were not actually good; the weight of their existence had not changed much compared to before.

Lu Qi'an had just arrived at the hotel when he received a message from his cousin saying that Qin Miaoyu seemed a bit down at the end. He immediately made a video call, but he did not intend to bring up the matter of Liang Sixuan again.

Below were the core members of the Jingxiu Villa, currently fifty-seven in number. Each of them was at least at the Great Emperor Realm's perfection, and most were at the first stage of the Mortal Immortal Realm.