He Piaoliang finally let out a breath of relief, then looked at Wei Zhao with envy. "To catch Jin Beichen's eye—your future knows no bounds now."

The other three all nodded as well.

Jin Beichen's weight was a matter being discussed by every faction within the Xuanhu Divine Society.

Whether he could overpower the Huan family and seize complete control of the branch society—perhaps there was still some uncertainty on that point.

But if he truly meant to elevate someone, that would be an opportunity of heaven-sent proportions.

Wei Zhao smiled and said, "He was only speaking offhand. You took it seriously."

He Piaoliang's expression turned strange...

This building in Nagi Apartments had been built to hotel standards, covering close to twenty thousand square meters. He had converted the top floor into a luxury apartment—such penthouse apartments were very popular in Europe and America; so long as the insulation and waterproofing were done well, they generally sold without worry.

Because Xia Haoran was not only a powerful cultivator, he also understood medicine—and his medical skill far surpassed that of other doctors.

"The Ouyang family's business has never touched spices, but they have ships and money. Why couldn't they cooperate with everyone seated here?" Ouyang Min's seemingly naive words made Long Guihai and the others stir with interest.

Seeing that Yanyu gave no response, he glanced at the thick wads of cotton stuffed in her ears, smiled, rose, and went outside the carriage, driving the horses onward.

Qiu Ruo reached out and tickled her waist; Yun Rou burst into laughter at the tickling, pushing Qiu Ruo away with her hands even as she laughed. Su Yi, caught between them, was pushed down onto the bed as well, and the three girls tangled together, tumbling and scuffling in a heap, their laughter and chatter lingering long without fading.

Xiang Ning asked, puzzled, "Why don't you come looking for... me any night?" Suddenly she understood the true meaning of his question, and her voice could not help but grow softer.

Chu Xuanyue saw that it was actually the Sword Fool who had obtained the Golden Feather Token, and her face showed astonishment and envy; beside her, Chu Aotian's expression was gloomy, a flash of jealousy passing through his eyes.

Mu Qingqing stared blankly at the emperor, who sat slumped in his chair with a sorrowful countenance, eyes downcast, as though he had aged greatly in an instant. At this moment a sour ache welled up in her heart. Did he truly love her? Was it not said that emperors were cold and fickle? That the emperor had no true feelings at all? Then why did he look so utterly desolate?

"My lord, Zhao'er is already twenty-three this year. At his age, many have married and had children. Will you truly make him keep waiting for Shen Suyi?" Lady Gu said with concern.

The moment Yun Moshi arrived, the ancient pagoda immediately came under attack from two sides—yet the pagoda did not attack Yun Moshi at all. Every move and every stance pursued Yun Luanxin. Add to that the pagoda's formidable physique and the treasures protecting its body, and though it was being suppressed and beaten by Yun Moshi, its life was never in danger.

"Grandmother's bear!" Cao Guojiu, a man of lofty official birth and one of the Eight Immortals, wanted only to curse Cao Nima! Could things really work like this?

Moreover, wasn't this a case of lifting a stone only to drop it on her own foot? She had thought that ruining Tang Ning's reputation would deal Tang Ning a setback, but she had never expected it would instead create the danger of Tang Ning returning to the Tang family.

Hearing this, Zhou Lingkai and the other two understood that Yan Xiu had merely mentioned them in passing; the one he truly sought was still Lin Yun. After all, this was a contest between second-tier Chosen—not to mention that two among them were merely ordinary people possessing items of extraordinary power; even if all of them were Chosen, it would make no difference.

Lin Yi's designs on the Nine Abysses Divine Realm were not for the sake of any "void" remains or hidden treasures—he was scheming for his own next step in cultivation.

But Bi Zhu's life was not comfortable; she had not a single soul to talk to, and on top of that, the elder branch was forever scheming against the second branch. Worried about Ming Lan, she grew all the more restless, ill at ease in her own skin.

"Something Zhou Rui fished out of the rear lake of the Li residence." A flicker of surprise passed through Pei Qing's eyes; she wore a look of feigned ignorance and bewilderment, for he had not expected it.

Purple qi poured into it in an unending stream, and the great cocoon began to throb like a heart, beat after beat.

He had not taken two steps before the figures of Ding Shi'an and the Wu Laibao brothers three appeared in the doorway.

A considerable portion was absorbed by the soil, turning what had been fertile spirit fields into barren, poisonous ground where no plant could survive.