Chapter 145: The Mysterious Figure

She was extremely excited and immediately picked up the rabbit, exclaiming, "This rabbit can be sold for money!"

"Hmm." Bai Zongnan nodded. "Let's continue hunting."

Thus, through their joint efforts, the two reaped a generous harvest, more than enough to sustain them for quite some time.

"Ah, I'm hungry. What about you?" Lei Xiuzhi rubbed her belly. She was feeling rather hungry, having gone without food for two whole days and nights after all.

"I'm hungry too," Bai Zongnan gently—

The scenery here was exceptionally picturesque, and the aura of immortality was dense. Moreover, the energy level was very high, making it suitable for the cultivation of Golden Immortals.

"Pardon me, but I believe the Demon King's proposal is quite reasonable. Why must we start a war and plunge the living into misery?" Standing with his hands behind his back, Xuanyuan Gu flatly rejected Malone's invitation to jointly resist the enemy.

Unfortunately, such methods had basically been exhausted during that great battle in the ancient era, with only a very few remaining.

It was not that River Styx coveted the ginseng fruit. Although the ginseng fruit was wonderful, at River Styx's level, it could at most satisfy a momentary craving and no longer aided his cultivation. Moreover, obtaining a branch of the Ginseng Fruit Tree was not River Styx's own idea, but rather a spur-of-the-moment whim of the Daoist of Heaven and Earth, who naturally had his own reasons.

"Could it be that the cultivation method practiced by Your Lordship lacks a visualization technique? Why would you bypass the obvious and ask a blacksmith like me for guidance?"

For the Blood Demon Vine had already informed him that over six hundred meters away, a large number of martial artists were concealed, and those martial artists seemed to be waiting for something.

At this moment, Ying Chongxiao's entire body radiated a dazzling golden glow, merging with the five-clawed golden dragon around him, making it appear increasingly lifelike.

Seeing the charging aborigines, Wu Zhen flipped his hand and drew his weapon, having already prepared himself for a fight to the death.

First-tier immortal citizens were allowed to settle in the city. Even if they had no money to buy a house and had to sleep on the streets, it was still much safer than living outside the city walls. Of course, sleeping on the streets was a rare occurrence; as long as one worked hard, even if buying a house was out of reach, paying rent was well within their means.

Taking three years to advance from the half-step Xiantian realm to the ninth layer of Xiantian was simply a challenge to human imagination. Even Fei Wuqi had only reached the eighth layer of Xiantian, and it took him another full year to ascend to the ninth.

"Pfft." Hearing this, Yu Yin couldn't help but laugh out loud. If she had been drinking tea just then, she probably would have sprayed Zhong Ling right in the face.

However, judging by Zhang Ming's words, once he accomplished his purpose here, he was willing to gift this stone heart to her, and that would be more than enough.

These words stiffened Zhong Ling's smile and caused a crack to appear on Yu Yin's usually aloof face. Among the myriad possibilities they had considered, this absolute scenario was never one of them.

There was no hiding place in the guest room, and Luo Qiqi found nothing suspicious inside.

Chen Shuangling, meanwhile, was somewhat nervous about the news she had just heard—that Yan Shifan and Duan Yuyan were a match made in heaven. She had known nothing of this matter before.

That was no thunder; the sound was clearly roaring from the monk's mouth. What a booming voice this fellow had.

Yu Yin had no choice but to dodge the attacks while simultaneously transmitting her voice to Rice Cake, hoping that Rice Cake could use its bloodline connection with Qingfeng to restore a fraction of the beast's sanity.

No... after bustling about for so long, he didn't even spare me a glance. "Gu Shenghe... you must eat these today." If soft tactics wouldn't work, she would resort to force.

After taking a sip of the soup, Yan Shifan had some porridge and found it quite palatable. Chen Shuangling's cooking skills were indeed decent.

He even ran to the crescent-shaped doorway and peered out into the distance, but after a long while without seeing a single figure, he realized he had been tricked.

Everything, all the vulnerability that she had always been forced to press deep into her heart and never reveal before others—weakness that she had never once wept over even in front of Lian Tianqi—collapsed into utter ruin the very moment she looked upon him.