Chapter One Hundred Thirty: Mortal Imperfections, Ethereal Traces

Each of them possessed at least eighty or ninety years of cultivation, meaning their time spent practicing was more than double the age of Lin Tiannan.

Hua Xi also awakened abruptly. There was no sound of rushing water in her ears, nor was there any rising vapor or the faint, elegant scent of flowers.

The group had already been skeptical of Pang Bo, and now, incited by Liu Yunzhi, their gazes toward Ye Feng and Pang Bo were filled with even greater suspicion.

Compared to Yun Zhongge, Zhantai Yan’er suddenly felt a strange fluctuation in her heart, one that seemed to originate from her very own bloodline.

Wujiang was momentarily stunned. Instinctively, he did not want to admit it, but seeing his master’s wise and clear eyes, like a bright lamp, illuminated all the dark corners of his heart.

Linghu Chong saw that these martial arts heroes, while fierce and violent, were all men of straightforward character and great integrity. If Shaolin Temple refused to release Ren Yingying, a bloody battle would inevitably ensue, and the carnage would be too horrific to witness. He truly could not bear to see these people lose their lives because of him, yet he saw no way to abandon them and leave.

Yuanxing took out some golden trauma medicine, applied it to Chen Yong’s wounds, and tore a piece of his robe to bandage them. Only then did Chen Yong recover his strength. He then carefully bandaged the wounds on Yuanxing’s back, and the two sat in silence, facing one another.

If what Tang Shi and Bai Fahai said was correct, the Divine Ape must have strayed from the group, walked to this place, cleaned the platform with water, used its fingers to pierce its own throat, and then lain quietly on the platform to await death. There was only one possible explanation: the Divine Ape’s soul had been controlled.

If this were a war, even if tens of thousands were killed or wounded, no one would dare to criticize it.

The world was shrouded in countless willow leaves, which descended like a rain of slaughter. The earth trembled incessantly, and the massive willow roots were covered with demonic beasts, each attacking with fierce speed.

The black cloth that had besieged Qin Yi collapsed, falling to the ground and turning back into an ordinary piece of fabric.

In an instant, Mo Xie saw Hinata’s skin flush rapidly. Swirls turned in her eyes, and she showed signs of losing consciousness.

The task card read: "Second Task—Let Memory Fly for a While. Following the order in which the waiter served the dishes earlier, you must rearrange the corresponding food in the correct sequence. If the order is wrong, the team will be punished."

"Sister Ying, I don’t know what’s happening. It’s as if there is something inside this place that is incredibly alluring to me. I cannot control my body; it feels as though it no longer belongs to me," Zhao Ling’er said, looking at Zhao Ying.

As time passed, the dark armor finally began to break free, bit by bit, from the power of its opponent, Gao Qiu.

Ye Feng nodded. After the exhausting recording session that had finally concluded today, he was also very eager to know who the ultimate winner was.

Then, his gaze caught the mechanical joints on these "Ultra Brothers," and his heart stirred slightly.

Oki Kouichi shouted suddenly. Finally, the living encyclopedia of Ultraman monsters had once again issued an authoritative statement.

Opening Hu Qiang’s phone, one was met with an overwhelming deluge of text message notifications, and there were hundreds of missed calls. What was going on? Wu Nan perplexedly opened the call logs, which were densely packed with missed calls from various different numbers.

The birthday celebration was for the elderly mother of Lord Zuo, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel. Su Rongying went, and even Su Rongjun was reluctantly forced by her mother to attend. Su Ronghui, who usually loved excitement, claimed to have a headache at that moment and stayed at the estate.

"Ahead lies the Dingyun Mountain Range, the seat of the Demonic Sect, the Biwu Cult." Upon the master’s inquiry, the artifact spirit of the Tribulation Dragon immediately reported the location.

Su Rongyi’s palms were slightly sweaty. No matter how calm she appeared on the surface, she was nervous inside.

"Even with the Emperor’s methods, are things this dire?" Cao Zhi, dressed in white undergarments, ignored the matter of getting fully dressed. He walked over from the bed, his face pale.

"It’s guarded so tightly that not even a fly could get in," the kitchen head said, scratching his head.

The soldiers nearby were already trembling with fear. Yan Yan took a deep breath, lunged forward, and thrust his sword into the man’s occiput. Finally, the manic creature stopped and collapsed to the side.

At this moment, Bao Chun was beyond saving. She could not face Rong Zheng; she did not even have the courage to look back.

Once a powerful member of the imperial clan sought to usurp the throne, all they had to do was simple: sever the direct imperial bloodline, and the successor would then have to be adopted from the clan.

Although he had a few habits typical of a young nobleman and could not tear his gaze away from a beautiful woman, his nature was not bad. On the contrary, he displayed a sense of hot-blooded chivalry, which was truly commendable.

"Except for the time I ate at that hotel in Jingcheng, I haven't specifically gone out to eat at a buffet," Jiuge looked around.

"Of course not. I know what this means for you. You are a public figure; one move affects the whole situation. I understand the principle, and I won’t take risks with you," Shen Xixun said.

Liang Jing was still the same as before; he was a technical person and was not skilled at socializing or negotiating business.

Eating could indeed make one feel happy, but it could not make one’s feet happy. Yuhan did not know if she had gained weight immediately after eating, but now her feet felt significantly more painful as she walked. She tried hard to keep up the banter with Lu Xiao, but the expression on her face was already struggling to hold up.

As long as fans could see their idol, they would continue to watch. For the sake of their idol’s popularity, they would watch repeatedly, and even if they didn't watch, they would use terminals to play the content on loop automatically.

Gu Qing knew the rules and did not rashly inquire about Tang Yu’s background, only able to ask about unimportant matters by beating around the bush.

Kurosaki Isshin used a specific method to fix the hospitable detention flow in place, and before him was Kurosaki Ichigo in a state of sword meditation.

Only then did Lingxu realize that the Xuanfeng before him had reached a realm that was completely insurmountable. Most terrifying of all, this monster had made the firm decision to kill him.

In the eerie atmosphere, the Abyss Crystal placed on the edge of the parchment gradually emitted a black light, finally turning into a liquid substance that enveloped the parchment into a ball.

A moment later, one person dropped their weapon, followed by the dull thuds of swords and blades falling one after another.

In his eyes, Wu Zetian had lost the territory of the Tang Dynasty. If she had not lost it, perhaps there would have been even more territory during the reign of Li Longji.

Especially for the heavily wounded mercenaries, their companions thought of Chen Fei as if they had found a savior, and they all hurried toward her with their companions.

However, when the village doctor heard this, his brow furrowed deeply, as if he were contemplating something.