Chapter 137: Someone Is Following

Xu Yancheng raised an eyebrow. "What earth-shattering thing did he do to make you value him so much?"

Lin Lu didn’t want to say. "When you have time, help me look into the people behind him."

"Alright." Xu Yancheng said sourly, "You care more about your best friend than you do about me."

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I personally took down the lamp monster and reached level ninety-one. Even he could only defeat twenty level-eighties or higher monsters at a time, and that only by relying on agile movement to barely win.

Yizhu tidied her disheveled clothes, feeling a bit awkward and reluctant to meet the gaze of the man before her.

Traveling along the official road was generally safe. After all, these roads were built on flat terrain, and bandits would likely be spotted before they got close, so they rarely bothered the merchant caravans traveling the official route.

“Follow me, all of you.” Liao Yong, in his true form, waved his hand at Mao Rui, the steward, and over fifty disciples arrayed around them.

“The sect doesn’t forbid master-servant relationships among disciples. Since we are your servants, it’s natural that we take care of you. Besides, as long as you wish, the territories of the three of us are open for you to live in,” Cao Ling half-joked.

As he spoke, the man with the flushed face glanced toward the silver-haired alchemist surnamed Sun. These three items were all necessary materials for refining pills, and what he needed was also some medicinal pills.

Following Hua Ling’s gaze, Yizhu saw a familiar tall figure on the bustling streets of the capital. He wore a white robe with purple trim, his long black hair tucked under a jade crown, revealing a handsome, jade-like face.

For the sake of fairness, this first place wasn’t literal—it meant adding up their previous achievements as well.

Although he was simple-minded and hadn’t known Qin Feng for long, he could still feel Qin Feng’s kindness. To help him emerge from his mourning, Qin Feng had endured so many attacks from him—he was truly moved beyond words.

Throwing earthen bricks was not like cutting grass; it was laborious and required skill. If the bricks weren’t sturdy enough, it wouldn’t work.

Infused with energy from the depths of the universe, the old man’s aura became unimaginably powerful.

Wang Qiang, Gan Qingqing, and Long Yuexin were brought into a grand hall on the third floor. The hall was lavishly decorated and brightly lit, resembling a banquet hall.

“What, my mother can do it? But I can’t? In what way am I any less than my mother?” Song Qingyin continued.

“Tell me, who bullied you? I’ll strike them down!” Although Yang Liuer couldn’t, she still had the formidable Qiu Qianjian.

Beside him stood a chubby monk around thirty years old, his round body adorned with a string of prayer beads. He exuded a peaceful aura as if bathed in Buddha’s light.

Xia Xiaotong fell, landing on her bottom, but was cushioned by Xu Qingmo’s foot, so it didn’t hurt much. Instinctively, she braced herself with her hands behind her to make sure she wasn’t injured.

The Phantom’s two avatars simultaneously activated the Bifang technique and the Great Flame Heaven skill, charging toward Yu Lan. "If your skills end here, then it’s over!" With his roar, endless flames instantly surrounded Yu Lan, and in an instant, thousands of punches rained down upon her.

“The other machines don’t need to be destroyed—just the psychic controller in the middle.” Saying that, Shang Yun grabbed the black-glowing blade and severed several fine iron wires connected to the machine, then destroyed the core of the psychic controller.

But after a turn, the sunlight shone from the front, illuminating Xia Xiaotong’s white dress, instantly making it translucent. Xu Qingmo could clearly see the contours of her body and the color of her underwear, which he already knew.