27 Please Come Over for Dinner

With the home-field advantage, their morale is high, and there is every reason to believe they will turn the tide and wash away their previous disgrace.

The place seems quiet and pure, with a freshness that imparts a sense of simplicity and tranquility. It is indeed a fitting residence for Lin Yuan and the others; he loves to paint, and the scenery here is truly unique—a wonderful spot.

Servants brought in basins of water and towels to attend to Guo Youjie, Li Rizhi, and Fu Guibao. After they had washed up, the three entered the main hall of the ancestral shrine.

But before they reached the cave entrance, the giant roc beneath Nangong Yunyao began to shriek, its massive body trembling in a display of sheer terror.

Ning Xiu certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to consume the drug himself, yet the powder in the bottle was indeed gone, and his behavior last night matched perfectly with the symptoms of the Joyous Powder.

The group agreed to head to Zhang Qishan's home, intending to wait for him to walk right into their trap. Led by Li Rizhi, they laid an ambush near the back door of the Zhang residence.

In a competition where victory is often decided by a hair's breadth, how could they not cherish such a massive opening?

The mortal realm actually holds many promising talents, but they have missed the prime window for cultivation.

This resistance was clearly sustained by the endless power of chaos. Perhaps the Great Will of Chaos sensed that the impending battle in this Primordial World would pose a threat to the Primordial Continent, and with this barrier in place, even the ceaseless fighting of Dao-realm experts would not tear the earth asunder.

After venting her anger, Yu Qing made a suggestion, all the while looking with disdain at the clothes she had just changed into, which were already filthy once again.

Was Fu Lingya doing this intentionally or not? Her talk of retribution and descending into hell sent a chill down Lady Wang’s spine, a cold sensation rising from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head. It seemed Fu Lingya was hinting at something.

"What kind of place is this? Why is there such a deep pit?" I asked Jisun as we walked.

The courtyard was planted with flowering trees—yellow, green, black, white, red, and blue colors intermingled and shone, yet it lacked the purple hue most common to the Xiao River. In the center of the courtyard lay a large pond fed by running water, where carp could faintly be seen swimming, disturbing the ripples and stirring up a faint scent of wine.

"I don't know. Now I only hope that Sister Si's plane has already taken off," Ou Yan said, shaking his head with a grave expression.

"Do you know of any place nearby where one can gamble?" Shui Ranhua suddenly blurted out.

In an instant, I saw the two people before me clearly; as the saying goes, the dragon has nine sons, and each is different.

But Fu Lingya was preoccupied with her own doubts and no longer suspected anything amiss with Qingchen.

One covered its mouth, another plucked out its bone torch, and a third slit its belly, squeezing out the putrid fluid and rotting flesh. Then, they worked together to roll it into a ball, stuffed it into the corpse’s mouth, relit the incense, and carefully reconnected the severed silk threads.

Duan Jiaojiao, in a fit of rage, reached out and pinched the soft skin at my waist, twisting hard enough that her lips trembled.

She could no longer pretend to be so spineless; in a fit of anger, she killed someone and fled the Gu family, dedicating herself to honing her skills and her knowledge of poisons. Then, through a stroke of fate, she formed a contract with the Five-Poison Beast.

Weng Ling was only able to get entangled with Niu Jie because he possessed the strength of the eighth level of the second realm, coupled with his ability to hide his emotions perfectly.

Being watched by him made Xu Xinuo feel a bit embarrassed. She knew her cooking wasn't good—could he please stop studying it like that?

A squad of cultivators was on patrol, led by a tall, thin man in golden robes. His physique was much larger than that of a human, and his skin was adorned with naturally occurring cyan-brown spiritual patterns.

Her waist-length black curly hair fell casually across her chest, adding a touch of maturity to her slightly youthful face.

I irritably grabbed some clothes, shoved an evil-warding talisman into her hand, pushed her out of the bedroom, and locked the door.

"No." Duan Moshen answered almost the moment虞 Keke finished speaking; he had already sensed her prejudice against him.

The black smoke gathered and fused into the tiger's flames, forming a suit of black armor that completely enveloped the beast.

I thought this method was excellent, as it would allow us to observe everyone simultaneously rather than being limited to the top four families. Why did I only think of such a great idea now? It's a pity.

Xu Jiang was very happy to see them, as they used to come to the house often to play with Xu Xinuo.

Hearing my words, the others looked at me with confusion, but I couldn't be bothered to explain. I simply led Xu Jinxiu and carried the old witch over.

Having just emerged from the stone cave, Li Yang gazed at the scene of the Heavenly Star Sect being breached, then looked at the two blazing figures standing high in the sky; the shock in his heart was beyond words.

The door to the ninth floor of the tower was quite eerie, completely different from the previous ones. Light flowed across its surface, divine patterns pulsed, and the rich aura of the Dao outlined the laws of heaven and earth, as if the door itself were a celestial training ground.

Deep within the seas of the Profound Domain, black waves struck the sky, and rolling black mist blotted out the sun, separating the heavens from the earth like a dark curtain.

The group acted according to my instructions, but the Mingmeng Studio team was different; a few young women formed a squad, laughing and chatting as they fought three sea turtles. This wasn't a joke—they truly possessed the strength.

With a gentle tap, a ray of flame shot out like a beam, striking the metal door in front of Vlad.

However, after he focused his gaze, he immediately calmed down. Sitting in front of his own door was none other than his so-called cheap father. Seeing him there, head bowed in dejection, he wondered if he had had a falling out with his mommy.

Xu Xiangtian was the first to sacrifice a pitch-black short sword, which transformed into a streak of light that danced and lunged around Ling Feng. As a disciple of the Boundary Sect, would Ling Feng lack magical treasures? He immediately sacrificed a flying sword, which clashed with the streak of light with a metallic ring, forcing it back instantly.

"Since it has already fallen, there is no need to rise to glory again; isn't that why you are running away?" the Heavenly Domain envoy said, his expression changing slightly.