37 Spirit Prohibition

Li Xiaoyao had no choice but to feign a pathetic look, reopening his freshly healed wound to show Sun Tingting.

Seeing the stifling silence in the hall, Jiangyang Dawa felt a sense of oppression. He stood up and walked out in silence. Lian Changtian immediately rose to follow him, and Lian Changfeng, finding nothing left to say, lingered for a moment before also standing up to trail after Jiangyang Dawa.

Mi Yu had been waiting all this time, unaware that Qiao Nan was still alive, while Luan Yao knew of Qiao Nan’s status but could not go to see him, which only deepened her torment.

The leader of the White Water Sect was actually Luo Xi in disguise. Luo Xi had long been unaware of who had created the Magnetic Resonance Energy Instrument—the very device that had left the evil spirits with nowhere to hide and had caused his junior brother to be revealed. He harbored a deep, gnashing hatred for the father and son, though he took care not to show it.

Before the first syllable of the voice had even finished ringing out, Ye Bufan’s muscles were already coiled tight. In the next instant, he moved in a zigzag pattern, swift as lightning.

Jin Miaomiao remarked, "And you call yourself a man? Can't you even tell when someone has become prettier?" Her comment drew laughter from everyone.

Hungry, he rode on the back of the blood fox. With a few swift movements, he caught his prey and enjoyed a hearty meal. Jiangyang Dawa did not eat much, but the blood fox consumed at least ten times his portion. As they traveled, they left behind the bones and carcasses of their leftovers.

"Since it has come to this, take this as a gift... we part ways here." Zhang Yin sighed softly, unfastened the jade pendant from his waist to gift to Bian Bing, and turned to walk back to the inn with Lu Wan, Zhang Fei, and the others.

Upon receiving the message from Yang Qingyuan, Du Sheng decided to go over with Ling Zhi to check on the situation and ensure no harm came to Su Yuheng.

"What?" Tang Tian exclaimed in shock. He was about to ask what kind of wine could be so expensive, but when he saw the half-empty bottle of Louis XIII on the table, his face turned green, and he forcibly swallowed his question.

Before Lin Feng could finish his sentence, Xia Yuhe suddenly kissed him. Lin Feng felt something soft slide into his mouth.

"Hey, Yitong, where are you going?" I stomped my foot. What had gotten into that wretched fox? Leaving just like that.

Of course, Fang Shiyu did not notice Xu Yue’s recent actions; it was Lin Feng who had saved the Lin sisters.

Qingshui Yousha, who had been looking sideways at the snowflakes filling the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window, finally turned her head, pressed her lips together, and shook her head.

My sister is a good sister, but I am truly not a good brother. Once I earn money in the future, I must protect her well; no matter what, I have to make something of myself.

Hearing this, Wang Yang sighed inwardly. Renfeng of the Cold was truly a cultivator at the Tribulation Transcendence stage; even with divine nectar placed before him, he could still control his expression and cautiously inquire about the request.

At the same time, he was immensely shocked. The energy radiating from the void was almost on par with his own, and he even began to suspect that this was merely an illusion: this energy was neither Tianqu force nor soul power.

The alignment was perfect; aside from the difference in color, there was barely a gap to be seen, as if the dragon scale had originally been part of the coiled dragon itself.

Yet, after acquiring the skill, whether it was cooking, playing the zither, or singing, he found himself enjoying that sense of ease as his proficiency steadily increased.

However, things were not going very smoothly. While the reconstruction of the Divine Physician Valley was progressing well, recruitment was proving difficult. It had not even been five years since the previous residents of the Divine Physician Valley were wiped out, so how could people not be worried?

"Master, there are only a few days left until the date we agreed to return to Yudu," Qu Fan said to her.

Tianci made up his mind: he had to defeat Lin Fan before Lin Fan could fully mature and shatter his Dao heart. Only then could he firmly maintain his seat as the number one on the Qingshan Ranking.

The two of them were acting lovey-dovey for a few minutes until Shen Xingrong, unable to bear it any longer, gave a light cough. Only then did the sunny young man remember her presence.

"You could say that. I won't hide it from you—I am absolutely relentless when it comes to the person I love." Zhao Yi did not know why she was chatting with this stranger, but she felt that this person was far too insecure in front of the one he loved. It was just like her own situation, and it made Zhao Yi feel both heartbroken and vexed.

She opened the door to a pitch-black room. He Qian did not turn on the lights; she could navigate this room with her eyes closed. She kicked off her shoes, tossed aside her bag, and shed her coat in one fluid motion, swift and decisive like flowing water.

I took a drink as well. The white spirit was fiery and sharp as it went down my throat—very stimulating. However, so as not to affect the New Year tasks in the afternoon, I didn't drink much. Lin Che and I had two taels each, and my father polished off the remaining six.

Over a thousand years ago, before Jia Huo had broken through to the Saint Realm and was merely at the Great Emperor level, he had requested that the latter forge this Nine-Ink Sword, with the condition that he perform three tasks for Tie Rongxin.

The four of them were not particularly surprised by the arrival of Hu Shao and Wei Nuo, though it would be harder for them to leave now.

It had been clearly agreed that they would leverage He Wushuang’s influence; once the two families merged, they would figure out the rest later.

No matter how much gold and silver jewelry the leader of the "Flying over the Grass" group offered, he could never buy back his freedom. He just didn't know it yet, and was straining every nerve to redeem himself. It was a rather unscrupulous affair, even crueler than murder.