Li Jinwang was worthy of being a seasoned senior figure of the Mystic Tiger Divine Assembly. Even after being hammered by the Huan family time and again, with the ace fighters he had personally cultivated mostly poached away, the lineup he still held in hand was nothing to sneer at.

"How is it only a one-zhang dharma form?"

The men across from him all showed their disappointment.

One of them, a young man with his hair in a ponytail, frowned at Wei Zhao. "You're Wei Zhao, are you? My father mentioned you before. I thought you'd be something really special—never imagined you'd only have a one-zhang dharma form."

"With goods of your caliber, why would my father even come looking for you...

It had clearly sensed the dense baleful aura on that brocade pouch, and could not help looking at Hong Hua with some alarm, plainly guessing at her identity.

"Lin Xiyue," afraid that Mo Liansheng might still counterattack, kept clinging to Qin Hao and would not let go. Her nerves stretched to the breaking point, and her arms drew tighter and tighter.

Han Yuanheng silently stepped forward and raised a hand to brush the stray hairs from An Ran's forehead, his gaze dark and deep.

Only after Doctor Ji had finished treating all the wounds on Qin Xiao's body did Ye Anran turn and walk over to stand before Ye Xinxin.

Everyone was in casual clothes, without the constraint of formal evening gowns, so the atmosphere was relaxed.

She raised a hand and condensed a sphere of "Bright Moon." Since battle was unavoidable, she would fight with utmost care.

"It seems... the only way is to force a breakthrough!" Ling Fanyue's heart tightened, and the expression on her face turned grave.

And so it came about that, as if guided by some ghost, she walked to the orphanage, and in the end stayed behind to help look after the orphans there.

The sudden gunshot gave Jiang Ke a severe fright; her vision went white, as if a world-shaking explosion had detonated with a roar inside her world.

At his words, Hong Hua understood what he meant. Although the disappearance of spiritual energy would not cost ordinary people their lives, the vanishing of cultivators had clearly dealt them a tremendous blow all the same.

Of course, this was also because Ye Fei did not know Tian Xinling's identity. Her identity was something even Ye Chen was wary of; Tian Xinling had naturally been spoiled from the start, and that was how she had developed such a temperament.

"You needn't be too anxious. We are all still young; if we want revenge, sooner or later we can go and take it." Ever since Lin Su had broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, he had grown absent-minded in his daily cultivation, and he visited the market outside the sect more and more frequently.

Only, even Ye Fei did not notice that just before the light-shadow vanished, it extended a finger so illusory it could not possibly be more illusory, and pointed once at Ye Fei from afar, as though something had entered Ye Fei's sea of consciousness.

The higher up the mountain they went, the fewer cultivators there were. Most wore the same Daoist robes as those earlier, chiefly at the Qi Refining realm, with only a rare few at the Foundation Establishment stage.

He could use the Void Shuttle Scale to contact Mu Fan. So long as he followed behind Mu Fan, he would not need to lift a finger himself to harvest the truth-imprints of genius cultivators—why would he not do it?

Lan Ke did not notice that the deeper they went, the more violently Li Tianyou trembled behind her, as though he were terrified beyond measure.

"Master Tsunade, if you pick a quiet room at home, that hardly counts as secluded cultivation!" Hyuga Ichiro said.

"Where are you taking me?" She stuffed the last bun into her mouth, swallowed it, and then asked.

The demon yao waved a hand, and rays of light flew from his palm into the sea of consciousness of every cultivator present.

Bai Su merely smiled. It was precisely because he knew Wu Jian was a man of one-track mind, and because the Wu family's upbringing was so excellent, that Bai Su felt at ease letting Wu Jian take up the post of Pulao Division chief.

"Judging by the wheel ruts, they went in not long ago!" Mu Ge crouched half-height, carefully studying the traces left on the ground.