Chapter 152: Little Gold Shows Its Might

"Brother Yang, this is the front courtyard. Please follow me." Just as Yang Huang was marveling at how enormous Qin Qi's family estate actually was, Qin Qi led him through a side door and into the main hall.

The wind, mixed with a fine drizzle, seemed even stronger than before. Blowing diagonally, it caused her shirt and strands of hair to flutter helplessly in the gale, making her slender and fragile figure appear even more delicate.

Seeing Yang Huang purchase such a large quantity of medicinal ingredients, the delivery truck driver struck up a casual conversation with him along the way.

Upon seeing Long Jianfei revert to his usual ruffian demeanor, his body was immediately pelted by a flurry of five meaty fists.

Cheng Yan wore a calm expression, but Lu Chenxi could sense that he was desperately suppressing his anger, which was on the verge of erupting at any moment. Cheng Yan merely glanced down briefly at Jin Che, and only when he looked at Lu Chenxi did a trace of surprise flash across his eyes, vanishing in an instant.

Shortly after, the various generals posted public notices: From this day onward, Youhun Pass returns to the rule of the Yin-Shang Dynasty, and the common people may once again live and work in peace and contentment.

Ge Biao naturally understood the implications behind this, but he knew Long Jianfei's temper even better. Fortunately, Long Jianfei granted him this favor, and the three men agreed to meet at a restaurant. Ge Biao repeatedly admonished Wang Di not to speak of any irrelevant matters, and Wang Di nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Because she loved, she was willing to step back a little further, enduring grievances that others might not even consider grievances at all.

Just as I was feeling doubtful in my heart, I saw the old monk stretch out both hands once again. The large sack flew back up into the air, and countless golden points of light emerged from it, transforming in mid-air into the myriad golden avatars of Lei Zhenzi. Then, like falling snow across the sky, they descended once more and attached themselves to Lei Zhenzi's true form.

Unflustered, Han Jiang walked back over to the collapsed opening of the Lama Pagoda. Extending his right arm, he groped around inside the hole for a moment. Suddenly, as if performing a magic trick, Han Jiang miraculously produced a yellowed and tattered scroll.

Following his death, Traump transformed into a mass of crimson, viscous light-mist. Primordial extended his hand and absorbed the viscous light-mist directly into his body through his palm.

"Understood, understood." What else could Xu Mosheng and Wang Guixi say? They had already been caught red-handed. It was fortunate enough that the other party wasn't taking advantage of the situation to manipulate them; these conditions were far more lenient than those of the disciplinary inspection commission.

They had thought the matter was over, but after being assigned to a residential area, they discovered that neighboring them were members of other immortal sects, including the Heavenly Immortal Sect and the Mortal Immortal Sect.

Up until now, Zhong Hao still felt as though he were dreaming; all the illnesses that had plagued his body, including HIV, were completely gone.

Naturally, Rong Jia intended to take those who had accompanied him down here to properly experience this pinnacle of earthly prosperity.

Especially now that the Japanese were winning consecutive battles and had already conquered half of the Chinese territory, everyone—whether driven by commercial or political motives—was currying favor with Tang Yi to the utmost extent.

He felt such profound regret. Why had he been so dense back then, completely failing to discern his wife's true intentions?

While those in the know spent the entire night tossing and turning with insomnia, the outside internet remained completely unaffected, still immersed in the excitement and shock brought by the previous Mercury-related plans.

The scorpion was predominantly black in color and about two meters in length, with six spear-like legs and an entire body of carapace emitting a metallic luster. The front sections of its long legs were slender, and every step it took pierced deep into the ground, illustrating just how sharp they were.

At this moment, the massive body of the black python coiled tightly around the Demon King Bull. Though the Demon King Bull possessed sharp horns, he could not muster the strength to use them.

As for the storybooks, they were meant for Wanwan. And the copybooks... their purpose went without saying. If Wanwan and Yinzhen were to have children in the future, these would all come in handy.

Just as Meng Hang was laughing wildly, Xu Zifang, standing right behind him, picked up a chair and smashed it fiercely against his head.

The fact that Sui Shanhwu was unconscious was true, and the massive hemorrhage was also real; the imperial physicians had already returned to report on it, so there could be no mistake about this matter.

His slender eyes were a deep blue, and his pupils were layered one upon another, appearing as if they were composed of countless halos.

Damn it, taking advantage of his long legs, that bastard turned a corner right in front of me and vanished from sight.

Looking at Qin Rufeng, Ye Xuan and the others wore somewhat peculiar expressions. Such a rogue of a fellow actually had such a captivating beauty devoted to him.

The Heavenly Mystery Origin Land had endured for thousands of years; without a massive reserve of energy, how could it sustain all those mechanisms and traps?

"Let's wager on the position of the clan leader. If Xiner loses, you will relinquish the position of clan leader, how about that?" Dongfang Ying said with bloodshot eyes.

Several sword qi surges, resembling rainbows piercing the sun, slashed open several bloody wounds directly across his body.

The Xuan Sect reveres the Dao of Yin and Yang, often stating that isolated Yin cannot generate life and isolated Yang cannot flourish; the mutual harmony of Yin and Yang is the true path.

The God-Shattering General pointed toward the distant ocean-going vessel—that was the escape route Wen峤 had prepared for himself. Ever since he had achieved success in his cultivation, he had never suffered such a crushing defeat. The humiliation of being played for a fool stripped him of all rationality, leaving his eyes bloodshot and his killing intent soaring.

Upon hearing this, River Styx felt it made sense. After all, the Sea of Blood was his base camp and was situated close to the underworld. Without someone holding down the fort, he truly felt somewhat uneasy. Once Daoist Red Lotus broke through to the Hunyuan Mid-Stage, even when facing the various sages, Daoist Red Lotus would be able to remain entirely unfazed.

Upon encountering Luo Canglin, his previously undefeated Flame Leopard was obliterated—a result dictated purely by the disparity in their strength.

Though his physique was not exceptionally bulky, it exuded an aura of extreme danger, resembling an ancient primordial dragon.

Lifting his sleeves to take a look, Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King grew so angry he was ready to leap. His Eufely's body had also turned almost pitch black, not to mention his entire body was in the same state. Losing face like this in public was simply too much. "Remove the black from me!" he said angrily to the Kitchen God.