116. The Celestial Crown of the Consort

In fact, it was not only Zhang Chenfeng who felt strange; Jian Wushuang, Ye Xuantian, Duanmu Sheng, and Fire-Fierce Martial Venerable all shared this sentiment. Especially for Jian Wushuang, Ye Xuantian, and Fire-Fierce Martial Venerable, who knew Tie Ying and had witnessed his formidable presence thirty years ago, their hearts were filled with even greater suspicion.

Because of this, Chen Yuntian was placed on a high-priority surveillance list by the South China Military Region, as he could potentially pose a threat to the stability and prosperity of China.

While Jian Wushuang’s body was undergoing transformation by the Golden Profound Fruit, Sima Kuangzhan even ordered the divine vessel to slow down to its absolute minimum speed.

The guard did not recognize Zhang Chenfeng, but that did not mean he was unfamiliar with Wei Ping, the deputy manager. After receiving Wei Ping’s instructions, he hurriedly opened the cage and stepped inside.

"It must have been his assistant tidying up for him every day," Su Junyang mused to herself. Little did she know that Jiang Nian had a fastidious nature and hated others touching his belongings, let alone sleeping in his bed; even his assistants rarely stepped into his motorhome or his room.

Several years had passed, and while Zhao Ziya’s features had not changed much, her figure had become more mature and full compared to five years ago. Coupled with the improvement in her strength, her temperament had also shifted significantly, becoming more sophisticated, charming, and captivating.

Li Dongju simply did not believe that Zhao Jiale would actually raise a hand against her, assuming he was only acting this way because of his unstable emotions.

What was this Immortal Spring Water? It sounded like something one could drink, so Sui Sui asked the Thousand-Mile Divine Steed about it.

Early the next morning, it was the "poisonous breakfast" again—a daily trial. Liang Xuan had originally lost all hope, but after taking a bite, although it wasn't exactly delicious, she finished it all.

Their eyes were filled with horror as they begged for mercy, crying and struggling. Xiao Min merely sneered, raised her pistol, and fired a shot at each of them.

Since everyone was sitting close by, they naturally heard the conversation between Xie Jun and Daoist Zhengxin. However, these were all seasoned veterans of the world. Since Song Fu was presiding over today’s events, they all set down their water bottles calmly before Song Fu spoke, waiting for the situation to unfold further.

"Ha!" A loud shout from the Fifth Prince echoed from outside, and a bright radiance flashed through the pitch-black night.

Liang Youfu slowly looked toward Zhang Guodong. Based on the sound of his voice, he judged that Zhang Guodong was currently at the foot of the cliff, about 15 meters away from him.

Watching Aganzo chase after the deserters, Lin Yunxuan let out a weary breath and sat down on the ground.

Suddenly, a boom from the depths of his soul jolted Xie Jun awake. In a moment of trance, his main consciousness returned to the barrier of his true self, looking at the golden runes swimming around him and the busy stream of information flashing rapidly in the darkness. Xie Jun sighed helplessly; this opportunity had been missed.

At his current level, he lacked the skill to be fickle and had no talent for flowery words. He was like Jiang Ziya, fishing with a straight hook.

Zhang Wuxuan and Gu Yuanzhi had met before. Gu Yuanzhi came out to exchange a few pleasantries with Zhang Wuxuan before returning to his studio to continue an unfinished chess game with Chen Xingde. Chen Keyan and the others helping out, Xiao Yuhong and An Qingwen, all came over to pay their respects to their elders before returning to their own tasks.

The motherland’s landscape is vast, with countless majestic, beautiful, secluded, and strange mountains and rivers. Mount Qiantan hardly ranks among them, but within Tanzhou, it is the premier mountain—after all, Tanzhou was named after it.

Li Haifeng had no objections and readily agreed with a smile. As for the auspicious date, he would find the most famous master in Hong Kong to select one. Calculating the time, if there were no accidents, it would likely be around October—a time of crisp autumn weather and a perfect season for a wedding.

High in the night sky, countless human faces formed by firelight gathered. Each one looked ferocious, and under the eerie green flames, they appeared exceptionally bizarre.

Xia Xigu felt there was some merit to this, but she wondered why, if Yun Yan did not want outsiders to enter, he did not place another barrier at the entrance leading from the Demon Realm to the First Heaven.

I apologized repeatedly, bending down in a disheveled state to clean up the mess. The next second, I was hauled up by the man gripping my wrist.

Someone else offered an opinion. The foreigners focused on the need to clarify the relationship between Leon and Martina in the film; the subtlety of the Chinese in matters of emotion made it difficult for them to grasp, and they disliked hints.

The difference was that, compared to the rags on Huang Ye’s body, the girl was dressed in clean and tidy clothes.

"Uncle, would you like a bowl of canned goods? Authentic Qiu’s canned goods, boiled in rock sugar!" Unfortunately, Qiu Se didn't hear him, as he was busy attending to business.

While Wuna was lifting the stone, Ye Yu remained deep in thought, brow furrowed. Such a heavy stone—he couldn't lift it even if there were two of him. He really had to admire Lan Qin for coming up with such a crazy idea; wasn't this just meant to make a fool of him?

Xia Xigu felt a pang of heartache and wanted to reach out and touch it, but fearing she would hurt the wound, her hand, extended only halfway, froze in mid-air.

"It can be in any respect, can't it?" Yang Xiaoyu raised a hand to tuck back her long purple hair, continuing to address my question.

"Big Sis!" Ding Dafu glanced over, realizing the situation was urgent and wanting to help, but was blocked by Ding Sifu. Ding Erfu was also being held back by "Skinny Monkey."

After the torrential rain, the washed-clean sky held a beautiful arc, refracting a dreamlike gradient of colors.

Yet sometimes, upon waking or returning to see the empty dormitory, Chen Yutian had the illusion that he was sleeping in a giant tomb. No one to listen, no one to talk to. Even his so-called "soulmate" could not reach him.

Han Xiao hurriedly promised again and again that he would absolutely not do it in the afternoon. Only after Xiao Shaohua confirmed that there was nothing wrong with his testing equipment did he hand him a password slip for a temporary locker. Han Xiao took the paper and ran off, thanking him profusely.

The Flame Leopard King slowly stood up from the wooden chair; for some reason, his expression seemed somewhat nervous.

Although the toxicity had lessened significantly, it had taken deep root in his body, and completely neutralizing it would still require considerable effort.

That "it" mentioned by Master Huien was clearly the fusion of the Green Ghost and the Underworld Spirit. However, he said the school incident had nothing to do with the Green Ghost case, which I didn't understand. If it was unrelated, what kind of thing could kill people invisibly in broad daylight?

It was just... even if it were excessive, didn't Ill’s anger seem a bit too much at this moment?

Yet now, having asked so many questions, he was met with nothing but "I don't know" or "I'm not sure."

Thinking this, he didn't say much more to Hunkun and walked directly toward the center of the mining area. Fairy Wuxia and the others, who had already been waiting there, immediately flew toward Wang Chongyang as soon as they saw him return.