161. The Debt-Collecting Emperor

"Like? I felt myself blushing involuntarily the moment I saw him earlier, and when he touched me, I felt so happy. Brother, is this what they call liking someone?" Nine Spike Grain swayed her body joyfully.

Inside the wrist-guard space's grassland mystic realm, Yushan intensified his cultivation, deeply realizing that he was still far too weak; otherwise, why would he need to remain hidden?

Lord Deng was burning with rage. He threw a punch straight at his face, and the "Hunter" was instantly knocked to the ground. Because his hands and feet were bound, he was unable to move, and could only slowly writhe like a giant caterpillar.

"Yes! This disciple understands!" Hearing the words of Master Chonghao, Ye Qingxuan instantly understood what this newly appointed junior grand-uncle was trying to say. While raising his guard, a wave of heartfelt emotion also welled up inside him.

"Yes, is there something you need, Pillar of State Zhai?" Fang Xuanzao asked in return, his tone carrying a trace of a tremor. Perhaps sensing that something bad was about to happen, he had already begun to fear it.

Logically speaking, since Gongyang is the head of the Gong family, running experiments and the like shouldn't fall to him, right?

Tao Zhizhi's Flower Deity cultivation technique had already reached a certain stage. Even after entering the demonic domain, she had never ceased practicing it. Therefore, after this period of recuperation, she had recovered almost completely.

Hearing that this matter was related to Jian Weian, Qi Meili could no longer spare the energy to bicker with Xie Xiao, and quickly quieted down.

Yinzhen had originally thought the matter was over, but looking at it now, it seemed far from finished.

Looking at the headstrong Xinyue, Tao Zhizhi asked with concern, "However, once you become the Master of Fate, you can no longer harbor romantic feelings. You and he are still..." unable to be together.

Through her spiritual arts, Mu Qiu sensed that Leng Yan was in the northwest direction. She arranged the affairs of the estate, and specifically invited a physician of great skill and noble character to stay in the residence, before finally gathering a few experts and setting off.

"I have been tightly sealed within this Five Elements Buddha Mountain for five thousand years, faring much more miserably than you. I understand your feelings, yet you know nothing of my despair. Being able to let you enter the scroll now is already my absolute limit; naturally, I cannot help you break the seal. If you can enter the Dao of Universe Painting, the seal will break of itself, otherwise you can only—" The man within the mountain sighed.

Passersby saw the tall man standing there talking to himself and making inappropriate gestures. Assuming he had mental issues, they all gave him a wide berth.

Yang Hao also sensed a powerful aura—a practitioner at the first heaven of the Profound Dan Realm. He immediately took a step forward, standing before Mingxin, and unleashed a mighty pressure toward the opponent.

Not only that, although cultivation consumed a full day, most of that time was merely spent refining true qi.

Wu Ruihan wore a speechless expression; she felt her previous thought was simply humiliating—she was far too young and ignorant.

"Truly formidable," Jiang Dongyu could not help exclaiming. Back then, when he unleashed his Mending Heaven Sword with all his might, he could not even leave the slightest trace.

Ye Feng was immersed in comprehending and practicing the star map before him. Though he did not know the name of this qi-guidance technique, he instinctively felt that it was bound to be an extraordinary profound secret art. His time-traveling journey back this time had undoubtedly yielded another immense treasure.

Lie Yuan, sitting upon the high platform, was casually and listlessly observing the surrounding scenery, bouncing up and down without a moment's rest, his eyes filled with joy. For one of his years, freedom was the greatest need; any form of restraint was a slaughter of his natural disposition.

She hugged her knees, resting her chin upon them, her unfocused eyes staring fixedly into the crackling, blazing campfire.

Though it was specified that artists might not necessarily use them, the comment sections beneath Yin Yi's Weibo posts were all unanimously asking when they would be released.

Furthermore, in Zheng Yuanyuan's heart, this child should never have existed from the very beginning. She was unworthy of being a mother, so let her end it all with her own hands.

The items here were all-encompassing, ranging from those costing hundreds of taels to those worth merely dozens or just a few taels. Therefore, from high-ranking aristocratic youths down to commoners from humble backgrounds, all could find satisfactory accessories here. Moreover, the reputation was stellar, the quality impeccable, and the century-old establishment truly lived up to its name.

Interrupted by this digression, Liu Susu's surging anger was checked, and at this moment, she grew slightly calmer.

The much-anticipated Ying Wushuang lifted her chin, looking down her nose at Yin Yi with a look of eager anticipation. "Yin Yi sang a song on the variety show 'Song King' that became an overnight sensation."

After a thorough investigation, they ignited the candle-like substance remaining on top. As a wisp of blue smoke curled upward, a wondrous sensation instantly flooded their minds—to their surprise, this was yet another object that could enhance one's comprehension!

Bai Ran could not divine Chen Heng's fortune and destiny because he was constrained by the ancient ancestral oaths of the three tribes. However, since Chen Heng had no karmic ties with Buddhism, Wu Yuan was able to divine that Chen Heng would face a major tribulation, and this tribulation would originate from the Wu tribe.

Due to Chen Yang's forceful movement, the two of them tumbled together, rolling over and over on the ground several times before finally coming to a stop.

The reputation of the "Thirty-Two Peerless Recipes" attracted merchants from the Luoyang and Chang'an regions. Acquiring the recipes meant learning the skills; secret formulas had always been closely guarded and were absolute treasures to possess.

Guan Zu brought his partners Liang Maisi and Zhou Su along to help, tracking down the criminals' location via the positioning system. To confirm the exact whereabouts of the kidnappers, Guan Zu and Liang Maisi persuaded Chen Guorong to let them board the vehicle together.

Before the sound had faded and the sword light had arrived, a pair of lightning-blazing, overwhelmingly powerful claws suddenly materialized, lunging from both left and right to grab Fang Yan's back.

In Qingwan's understanding, the Fourth Realm was already home to terrifying powerhouses, yet she had now become a cultivator of the Fifth Realm. How could she not rejoice? How could she not feel blessed?

That sword was as heavy as a mountain. Every time Lin Shan swung it, it felt as though he had exhausted every ounce of his strength. The sword stance was slow, yet possessed an oppressive weight.

"Go, of course I'll go. Even if it's a sea of dragons and a den of tigers, as long as I am with my husband, I will go," Meng Ji said, looking at Chu Linfeng. After resting along the journey back, her injuries had already healed by more than half, though the trauma to her spirit had yet to show much improvement.