Chapter 155: Discussion

"Fellow Daoist Lin, please take a seat."

Lin Yang stepped into the military tent, where ten Nascent Soul cultivators were already gathered.

Among them, only two were female Nascent Soul cultivators, and the majority of the occupants had hair as white as snow.

The youngest among them was merely a middle-aged Daoist-robed cultivator from the Qingxu Sect.

The foundations of the seven major sects were far too shallow; they had merely seized an opportunity to rise during the previous righteous-demonic war.

Much of their heritage could not compare with the righteous path.

Regardless, since the matter had already occurred, it was impossible for him to tear off his clothes now. It had taken an immense amount of newly mustered courage just to write this much.

The contest for supremacy had to be conducted in front of all the martial arts elders of Shangdu; otherwise, win or lose, it would be deemed invalid.

As for culinary arts, when it came to cooking with near-infrared heating, the most renowned was undoubtedly the famous Jiangxi earthenware crock soup.

In retrospect, due to his personality, Ivan had never truly displayed his talent before.

Zhou Li was momentarily stunned. He had deliberately kept this matter hidden from her, fearing she would overthink it if she found out, yet she had still discovered it. She must have overheard him yesterday when he called Xu Nan to order two floral wreaths to be sent over.

However, if she already possessed sufficient strength and people continued to chatter endlessly in her ears, she was certainly not someone prone to mercy or soft-heartedness.

Beitang Luo's mouth was wide enough to fit an egg, his eyes fixed firmly on Qi Tian, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

The chest was entirely red with pure gold inlay. Aside from mysterious rune markings similar to the Wheel of Destiny, it was adorned with numerous precious jade crystals for decoration, making it look exceptionally magnificent.

Sheng Yu arranged for some people to go search for Gu Yan, after which he resignedly headed over to the Jiang Corporation to "take charge of the overall situation."

As for liquefied gas and gas stoves, she was filled with curiosity because Ivan said they could be used to make fire, stir-fry dishes, and steam buns.

Fortunately, everyone's demeanor was quite decent. Seeing Song Chuyi carrying her luggage and assuming she was heading to the dormitory, they stepped aside without stopping her. Song Chuyi and Mu Qingyan were thus able to walk again. Song Chuyi told Mu Qingyan not to speak of her matters in the dorm, and Mu Qingyan nodded repeatedly.

A moment later, a brush of golden-red appeared on the surface of the river. Although this newly risen sun was not as magnificent as the setting sun, it carried a warmth full of hope.

For one, Ye Shaohua had been an existence disliked by her since birth. Now, sixteen years had passed; although this sentiment had faded somewhat, because of Ye Junwan and Ye Junqing, and the fact that Ye Shaohua did not grow up by her side, it was difficult for her to harbor any deep affection.

"This is no coincidence. Lintian Peak came straight for the three of them, Blood Shadow and the others," Feng Ting said calmly.

Therefore, Lan Yuefeng was deeply grateful to Fang Xingchen. Without hesitation, he too chose to stand behind Fang Xingchen.

Song Chuyi shook her head. Her waist-length hair was now cut into a short, ear-length bob, and she rejoiced, "Much lighter." Unfortunately, there was no mirror to see what she looked like now.

A great demonic beast, comparable in existence to a human at the Core Formation stage, was reduced to a pile of white bones in a mere three minutes.

Years ago, Fang Xingchen had once witnessed a demonic cultivator deploy such a formation, and the sacrifices offered by that demonic cultivator were several immortal cultivators at the Integration stage. What that demonic cultivator summoned was the demonic soul of a demonic cultivator at the late stage of Heavenly Tribulation.

In the blink of an eye, over two years had passed. At the start of the second semester of her junior year, Yu Yue went to intern at Qingtianran's company.

Until Yu Yue's figure disappeared from view, Tian Hen wore his habitual nonchalant smile once more, though his gaze carried a hint of gloom.

Upon seeing Fang Chen, Zhao Heya could no longer maintain her restraint and threw herself into his arms. Having been apart for so long, she had missed him terribly, especially in a foreign land.

Xu Zhi and the others, upon waking up and seeing the dozen or so people who had suddenly appeared, were startled for a moment. Then, catching sight of Li Zhen, they excitedly grabbed their wine bottles, but were stopped by Wang Ji and Yang Zhihui, who explained the preceding events to Xu Zhi, Zhao Yu, and the others from start to finish.