Volume 1, Chapter 56: The Most Powerful Great Sage, The Legacy of the Immortal Great Sage

"Cut the crap. Why is your Gu Family Chamber of Commerce capturing these Feather Spirit people?" Yuesheng lowered his voice, speaking in a raspy tone.

"Lord Cat! I can guarantee that these humans will not stop their slaughter against us! They will never stop!" Tuqi wailed.

The Yunxiao Sect possessed two supreme treasures of the town. One was called the Nine-Meander River Ladle, which contained its own spatial dimension capable of swallowing a thousand rivers and seas. It could deploy the Yellow River Array of Nine Meanders to strip away one's cultivation and scrape away one's immortal bones, making even celestial immortals wary to some degree—truly formidable beyond compare.

Hao Xin checked into the matter regarding the destruction of a singer's talent, only to find nothing related to it at all. As for the alternative method of destroying a singer's throat, it was easily resolved in the interstellar era. One could say that such a thing as a permanently ruined singer talent had never even been heard of on the interstellar network.

After exiting the highway, He Ping parked his car by the roadside, picked up his phone to open the navigation app, and searched for the place where Jingjing lived. A sweet voice rang out from the phone, and the navigation commenced.

Wuyao wanted to die. How on earth had he managed to provoke such a perverted freak? Wasn't it good to just be an obedient and cute younger brother? Why did he have to be such a lunatic?

After a long moment, he gently kissed her cheek. His low, magnetic voice sent ripples of slight tremors through her heart with every single beat.

"Go. If you don't go and find that child, how could she ever grow close to you?" Bailang said.

When they arrived at the imperial ancestral temple, the sun had just risen above the mountains. The brilliant sunlight instantly swept away the gloom of the continuous rainy days and everyone's lingering fatigue.

Yet these people found that Chen Mo was like an elusive loach, slipping smoothly back and forth through their midst. The attacks they clearly aimed at Chen Mo inexplicably landed on their own teammates instead.

Princess Wu could not help asking, "What is this?" Daiyu chuckled and said, "If I say it, Her Highness will laugh at Yuelu for being ignorant, so I won't say!" Upon hearing this, Princess Wu grew even more intrigued and hurriedly asked, "How do you mean?" With that, she mimicked Daiyu, tilting her head as she looked at her.

"Ever since the fourth sister entered the palace and begged the Empress dowager to bestow a marriage between her and the Heir of the Prince of Wu, I have harbored this intention." Du Ping picked up her teacup and took a light sip of water. Her expression was somewhat obscured behind the curling wisps of steam from the tea, but the cold and ruthless intent hidden within her words was clearly transmitted to Aunt Hu's ears.

The deep doting in Moxuan's eyes suddenly flashed into Daiyu's view, making her feel inexplicably guilty and somewhat panicked, forcing her to hurriedly look away.

As his voice fell, the scouts beside him with one accord raised the M4A1 assault rifles in their hands. The pitch-black gun barrels instantly made these nine Canadians go limp and nearly collapse; judging by their trembling legs, they might even wet their pants in a moment.

Furthermore, having been nourished by primordial spiritual energy for ten years, his pure-yang vital energy was incomparably profound throughout the ages—he could be said to be a natural body of pure yang. Anyone who ate his flesh, regardless of any evil poison, was guaranteed an immediate cure; he was definitely no less precious than the flesh of Monk Tang.

As for the previous few years, since the Heir of the Prince of Wu was betrothed to Du Zhixuan, Qian Shiya, that trusted and valued maternal cousin of Du Zhixuan, had no idea how many times she had traveled back and forth between the General's Estate and the Prince of Wu's Estate, only to be unhesitatingly cast aside by both Qian Shiya and the Heir of the Prince of Wu.

Looking at her roses again, watered with spiritual water that had been diluted once more, the flowers that grew out were simply a bit too exceptionally gorgeous, that was all.

The moment I heard the three words "Hua Family Honey Pills," my heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Ghost Dad's Hua Family Honey Pills were so famous that even the ghost guards watching the gates of hell knew of them?

"The auspicious hour has arrived, open the ancestral hall!" Following Li Yongfu's shout, several robust men simultaneously pushed open the heavy doors of the ancestral hall. A deep, rumbling sound echoed, demonstrating the solemn weight of the Li Family ancestral hall.

"However, supposing, Grandmother, you agree to let me travel with my several cousins who are about to set out on a journey..." Just as she reached this point, Du Zhixuan once again received a threatening and warning glare from Princess Anping, forcing her to swallow back her surging impulses once more while feeling a deep sense of frustration in her heart.

Come to think of it, when Lexi initially accepted Carroll as a spirit pact partner, aside from his exceptionally handsome appearance and image, the greater part of it was simply out of curiosity.

The Yan family had always handled matters fairly without leaving any suspicious traces behind. Moreover, given that their own clan was a prominent aristocratic family and the Yan family was by no means of lowly and common birth, a direct confrontation, even if one could manage a narrow victory, would exact a heavy price.

She called for Hai'er, leading her into the flower beds along the outer ring. With a flick of a spell, the foliage parted to reveal a wooden cabin, and the two of them stepped inside.

A senior officer with white eyebrows and a young military officer sat down opposite me. The young officer possessed two dense, sword-like eyebrows and signaled in fluent Mandarin that Deputy Squad Leader Yan could leave first.

To truly speak of peril—if she might be permitted to indulge in a bit of self-pity and cry—she felt the most wretched experience was the time she was penned up as "meat rations" for nearly half a month, starving until she was nearly driven out of her mind. That was why she had such a profound understanding of the sensation of hunger.

Hua Shang sighed, "We should let your adoptive father make a trip home. At the very least, he ought to meet with your adoptive mother." Because she and Yanyan had sworn a bond as sworn sisters, she now addressed King Zheng as her adoptive father.

A great grand sorcerer had once prophesied that the eighth prince possessed immense destiny and ought to be the lord of the Demon Realm! Yet Immortal Jinhao had actually possessed the ability to slay him—just how formidable must Immortal Jinhao's destiny be? Could such a person ever be provoked?