Chapter 143: Old Man Qiong

"Well, let's wait for the others first."
Lin Yang had never met this Fuyunzi before; he only knew from the original novel that he had made a wager with Li Yuanhua and suffered a disastrous loss, parting with a blood-line dragon inner core.
However, in this world, he certainly did not dare to make any wagers with Lin Yang. If he were to be slapped to death by a whim, he would have nowhere to air his grievances.
"Understood, Senior."
Fuyunzi, dressed in his Daoist robes, breathed a sigh of relief and hurried back to his spot to mingle with his group of disciples.
Finally, a blade of ice flew right before her eyes. It was an exceptionally exquisite weapon, crystal clear and half a foot long, with a blade shaped like a willow leaf—the kind of beauty that, had Xiao Ruyun seen it back when she was still in the Xiao family, would have made her heart skip a beat and tempted her to purchase it for forging magical treasures.
"Second Cousin!" Upon catching sight of Mu Xuanyang, Lu Ruxue momentarily believed she was still trapped within a dream. In that split second when she leaped into the river, struggling frantically against the water, consumed by utter despair, the silhouette of this very man had continuously flashed before her eyes.
He examined the lollipop illustration from top to bottom, yet failed to discern anything other than a common lollipop. The paper bore no secret messages written in invisible ink, nor did it harbor any dormant witchcraft—at least, not to the extent that his level of perception could detect.
Her previous agreement to marry Fan Zhaohui was driven partly by the lingering ties of their past affinity, and partly because both of them had lost their respective spouses, allowing them to enter a new marriage free from societal constraints and taboos.
Earth-shattering roars echoed incessantly through the canyon, accompanied by dazzling, multicolored lights that captivated anyone who merely glanced at the breathtaking spectacle.
Wushuang Gucheng's words instantly sparked a cascade of discussions among all the formidable battle masters. Clearly, everyone was quite astonished by the timing of this match. The previous two matches had each lasted half a month, and prior notifications had explicitly stated that this third match would also span half a month.
Seeing her daughter-in-law covered in blood, the Princess of Yan did not ask a single question. With her own quarters having been ambushed, it was only natural that her daughter-in-law could not escape unscathed. Yet, since the young woman stood safely before her, she assumed the assailants had ultimately failed.
For those who had yet to break through, the Law Seed Realm was entirely within reach; however, for those who had already traversed this path once before, it was exceedingly simple. To put it simply, it was a matter of "what is difficult is unfamiliar, and what is familiar is easy." With the guidance of senior masters and predecessors, breaking through naturally became an effortless task.
The Red Demon slowly descended from the sky, walking straight up to Leng Manyan. Weeping bitterly, the Red Demon hurled herself into Leng Manyan's arms, sobbing unrestrainedly. At that moment, no one uttered a word; only the cluster of heavenly fire remained suspended in mid-air, burning in quiet solitude.
Zheng Fei offered a nonchalant smile, while Pei Xuan maintained his unwavering, stern-faced expression, completely disregarding the threatening glare directed at him by young master Wang.
Yong Yuelei responded with an icy, detached tone. Without another word, she turned on her heel and strode toward her bedchamber.
Glancing up at Yang Ke for a brief moment, Leonard subsequently lowered his head once more. He did not probe any further, offering only a polite reminder to Yang Ke.
Hearing the busy signal drone from the phone, Yang Ke gave a slight shake of his head. He never suspected that Emma might have hung up on him intentionally, assuming instead that it was simply time for her to resume filming.
The titan let out a hearty laugh and strode into the stone pavilion in a few steps. As soon as he caught the scent wafting from the wine flagon on the table, a rich, intoxicating aroma instantly filled the air around him.
Binding the two vessels together with a seventy-five-meter-thick hemp rope, they no longer needed to concern themselves with the ships drifting apart, allowing them to fully immerse themselves in the festivities.
Daylight finally made a belated arrival as water droplets dripped rhythmically from the leaves. A few drifting clouds dotted the azure sky, while the rays of the morning sun pierced through the gaps in the clouds, spilling over the earth to stretch and unfold.
Yet, upon discovering that the Prince Regent was also present, and recalling the contents of the imperial decree, Li Changshun could not help breaking out into a cold sweat.
The passage here had already begun to destabilize. If they dared to offer full-scale resistance or engage in a fierce battle with Wang Hao, they would inevitably be dragged down to perish together with him. What on earth was this Wang Hao trying to achieve?