Chapter 111: What Do You Want?

The Chixiao Dynasty is not so easily conquered; even he does not know what the final outcome of this great war will be.

Although Zhou Fengxiang is a Nascent Soul cultivator, it is difficult for her to easily obtain a Foundation Establishment Pill. Her nephew, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, is on the verge of forming his Golden Core, and despite her searching for a long time, she has been unable to acquire one. Yet, Qin Xin wasted one on a stranger—how could she not be filled with resentment?

Today, two figures suddenly appeared in the Immortal Gate Realm, a place rarely visited by anyone, and headed toward the Yunhai Immortal Gate.

They followed Ran Jia’s weaving pattern without any difficulty. Although their work was not as neat or attractive as hers, it met the standards required for the shop to purchase them.

She looked up and was surprised to see the two young boys surreptitiously wiping away tears. She chuckled, "What are you doing? Your brother and I are legally married; no one can take me away. You were frightened last night, weren't you? Who told you to open the door to a stranger?"

"Can I just have one bite?" Mo Zishu still wanted to eat it. Her slender fingers subconsciously tapped her lips, where a hint of that extraordinary deliciousness seemed to linger.

Four hundred thousand spirit stones are not easy to come by. If one were only looking to guard the Bibo Manor, with four hundred thousand spirit stones, where couldn't one find a few Golden Core cultivators?

This was the second session of Ban Yuan’s tenure. He had originally prepared gifts and meals for the return visit, but once he confirmed that the Demon Sect was coming, he nearly smashed the jade ornaments in his hands.

Perhaps knowing when Ye Yimo would be released, Qin Gao waited at the gate of the quarantine zone. The moment the real Ye Yimo stepped out, she saw the conspicuous Qin Gao.

He remained cautious, fearing that the money he received might be counterfeit. He had been cheated by fake goods in China too often, though he also didn't want to pay high prices; after all, you get what you pay for.

Compared to Zheng Chen, Wang Minglong’s methods were more advantageous. After taking the Malice Pill, the fat man could utilize both sword energy and beast strength; both forms of attack were extremely overbearing. If he were just a bit sharper, his combat prowess would likely be no less than Zheng Chen’s.

In this match, Wang Minglong had exhausted almost all his techniques. Only his Overlord Three Swords and the Beast Transformation Art taught to him by the Rat were formidable; as for his other tricks, they were simply not worth mentioning.

However, remembering everything he, Qiu Zhichong, had done over the years, he decided to return to the Demon Realm.

Zheng Chen’s ability to analyze the situation was indeed remarkable. Within seconds, the Dragon Clan chief’s heart was pierced by Hong Taiyang’s sword. This old fellow ultimately could not escape his fate of death.

The other party clearly knew the house well and must have lived there for a long time—if not the landlord, who were they? If they were someone else, why wouldn't they sell the appliances and furniture? Wouldn't that be more profitable?

When she had asked her senior sister in the past, the other party would evade the question with a flushed face. Now, she finally understood the origin of it all.

Qiao Mimi watched without blinking as Su Xueer was beaten. Every time she saw Su Xueer covered in blood and felt her resolve wavering, she would recall the dream she had a few days ago—the innocent yet desperate gaze of that blood-macerated child.

Helian’s talent was insufficient to support his position. The leaders of the various Xianbei tribes, who already harbored differing intentions, left the Chanyu Court one after another due to Helian’s unfair rulings.

Liu Hong ascended the throne in a daze, then left from behind the curtain. He did not announce the end of the court session; he was truly disillusioned.

A hundred miles from the Baquan Sect, a smile curled on Shi Tian's lips. Their posture carried significant intimidating power.

Outside the formation, Duanmu Le and Qi Dan were in a sorry state. If Chu Haotian hadn't released them, they would likely still be wandering aimlessly like headless flies.

His face was pale, and beads of sweat the size of peas rolled down his forehead, pattering onto the ground and kicking up tiny specks of dust.

Teacher Zhuang smiled slightly and said, "These are others' freedoms; we cannot control them. Everyone should just prepare for tomorrow's competition. Now that Fengtong Academy has won, we should go back and rest." After saying this, he greeted the vice-dean and led his students out through the emergency exit, ignoring the young man's questions.

Elsa’s elemental condensation collided with the Archbishop’s pure dark elements. Due to the compatibility and neutralizing nature of the dark elements, no explosion occurred as one might expect; both Elsa and the Archbishop merely took a few steps back.

Knowing what kind of person Li Dazhi was, they left him unpunished and, for the sake of a mere fifty thousand yuan, turned and attacked him instead.

At this moment, Lin Canghai’s head cleared slightly, and he hurriedly searched his three thousand concubines for the source of the voice.

To be a step ahead is genius; to be several steps ahead is madness. Zhao Mu did not want to be seen as a madman, and being too outstanding would only invite trouble. Zhao Mu did not want endless complications finding him later.

Chu Haotian ran while watching the mist laid by the Demon Butterfly in the distance. Now that the mist had taken shape, Chu Haotian rolled to avoid a vine, turned sharply, and sprinted into the fog, pushing his Nether Phantom Art to its limit.

The smile on Yang Tianping’s face froze, and anger welled up in his eyes, but he suppressed it; now was not the time to turn hostile.

Meiyuan was hit where it hurt—he had promised his head teacher just yesterday that he would absolutely not be late again.

Inside each pillar of light, a faint figure hovered, becoming more solid as it slowly descended.

"Damn god! Don't you have hands? You need someone to feed you!" Lan Ao cursed wildly in his heart, though he also thought with envy and jealousy: If only the Red Dragon would feed me.

I have to admit, the level of the illusion was truly profound; it was able to lure me in without my knowing, and accurately find the weakest point in my heart: my family.

"By the way, he was still clutching a half-eaten mushroom in his hand." Yang Li trembled as he handed over the mushroom.