Chapter 129: Prodigies of the Immortal Sect

"Who is that man?"
"I feel like the Saintess of Yunmeng cares a great deal about him, doesn't she?"
"He’s wearing a mask, so his identity is unclear. Could he be the Daoist companion of the Fairy of Yunmeng?"
"Aren't you all curious about the fact that the Saintess of Yunmeng has already entered the Human Immortal realm and broken through six times?"
"Six breakthroughs, manifesting six sword feathers—it feels like she’s almost on par with those young prodigies from the Heavenly Stem Palace, doesn't it?"
The onlookers from the various immortal sects stood in the distance.
Those eyes, devoid of any human emotion, made both of them tremble, as if they had instantly been plunged into an ice cellar.
"Remember this: a cornered rabbit will bite. Do not provoke the Demon Emperor into joining my Shadow Assassin Immortal Kingdom prematurely," Yang Chen said playfully.
"If that is the case, then I shall not force you." The old man nodded, ate a little more, and went off to his morning exercise.
The environment inside the greenhouse was like night on a normal habitable planet, quiet and serene. The automatic sprinkler system had just stopped, leaving a heavy mist of moisture in the air, while the ventilation fans gently stirred the damp atmosphere, creating a foggy, nocturnal ambiance.
The room was silent, devoid of sound. Only then did Xingtian open his eyes, staring at the empty space across from him, his expression cold and a strange glint in his eyes.
In the silent forest, the sound of swallowing was exceptionally clear and loud. Furthermore, the glistening polish on their equipment was so sharp that I could even see their panicked and helpless expressions.
"That may be so, but how should I put it? I once fought him in the air, but it only ended in a draw," said the Scarlet Refined Tiger.
Everything was calm. The Azure Dragon and the Iron-Clad Skeleton General glared at each other in a standoff, neither wanting to strike first, both waiting to observe the other's movements to discern their intent before committing to an attack.
Suddenly, he took a deep breath, glared at the guards outside the hall, and shouted hoarsely, "Pass on my order: triple the guards immediately! Protect this place day and night!" The leading guard officer hurriedly agreed and turned to leave.
Shen Yunjing walked softly toward the leather-padded bed, where Su Man was currently sleeping lazily.
Finally, a reporter could no longer contain themselves and asked aloud, "But how could Madison Square Garden possibly have an opening with only four days' notice?" This remained the greatest point of suspicion in the entire incident.
The commander was also puzzled. What exactly had happened over there? Could it be, as those players claimed, that a treasure had appeared?
It was manageable when work was busy, but when there was nothing to do, the restlessness became especially pronounced.
This time, Shen Duan changed his tune. He insisted on claiming the credit, keeping it from the Emperor, and told Tan Xian that the imperial court would soon send an imperial envoy to the Northwest, and that he would be one of them.
Feeling the cold, hard object against the back of his neck, Tai Yi's heart instantly leaped into his throat, and his body trembled even more violently.
"I—I don't want to try any of them." As expected, Xi Kexi was a bit nervous. She hadn't expected the entertainment facilities here to be so "thrilling." It was stimulating enough when watching them on video, but being here in person, the "magnificent" sight was enough to make one shrink back.
Sigh, perhaps all relationships are the same: unappreciated when possessed, and regretted only when lost. Zhao Ziwei/Ziqiang thought that once this matter was finished, he must find a place for quiet reflection.
Wang Pang perfectly interpreted what it meant to lead one's father into a pit, and it was quite a deep one at that, nearly costing the "Stubborn Prime Minister" half his life.
Jian Chen's courtyard was not particularly large, just average. It had quite a few decorations, and the trees on either side rustled in the breeze, as if cheering for the youth in the center.
The Heavenly Venerate Xiaoyao mastered the ultimate speed of the world, surpassing everything. Roaming freely between heaven and earth, he could traverse the world—where could he not go? He pushed the path of speed to its absolute limit, evolving the "Secret of Movement" into a supreme divine art capable of catching up to time itself, touching upon the laws of time.