Chapter 51 The Tao Family

Once stepping outside, the terrifying aura permeating the surroundings grew overwhelmingly dense, and the previously towering teaching building had vanished into the thick fog.

Lowering her gaze, she found a bright crimson stain on her chest. Yet, when she touched it, she felt not the slightest pain, nor even the sensation of a wound.

Zhu Ruiying merely conducted a brief exploration. To be honest, her current level of cultivation was actually inferior to Ji Yan's, and a deep investigation could easily cause her harm. Fortunately, Ji Yan was docile and devoid of any aggressive intent.

Lin Lin gave a slight nod. When the members of the Zhu family were escorted outside the city gates by the imperial guards, Lady Shen caught sight of her maternal family at a single glance.

The cry was somewhat loud, causing the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law to instinctively look down at the infant in the swaddling clothes. Fortunately, the child was still sleeping soundly.

The Myriad Immortal Token was the supreme sacred artifact of the Sect of the Severed World, a token held exclusively by the Sect Leader, used to command the myriad immortals of the sect and rule over the disciples of Biyou Palace.

Therefore, experts who had reached a score of thirty had to push their realm to that ultimate peak—namely, the most terrifying state in the Three Realms known as "Transcending Heaven and Earth."

A-Shui's knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists tightly, and it was a long while before he went to buy wine and returned to the mountain. Tied in front of the mountain gate were several fine horses, which were precisely the mounts of Liu Qianqiu and the others.

Yet, looking at the epic traces brimming with supreme Daoist essence inside this ancient divine artifact, alongside those dormant, deathly silent primordial celestial thunder cannons that faintly radiated a destructive aura, Daoist Yunxiong still felt an indescribable sense of pride.

"However, what are you going to do?" Yumimura Ryo asked in confusion. Zhang Shaofei's fighter jet's most powerful attacks could only injure the monster, but not kill it; how else could Zhang Shaofei possibly manage?

"You mean that boss is not good enough for the proprietress?" Chu Feng looked at Wu Ruirui's expression and said with a smile. Actually, it makes sense; after all, such matters are entirely up to the individuals concerned to decide. Whether it is good or not is something only they can experience themselves, and outsiders are simply incapable of knowing whether they are truly happy or not.

In the hall, the old brothers of the Tiance Manor wept bitterly, while the newly surrendered generals felt anxious and uneasy. The guards and soldiers stood like a forest of spears and sabers, facing the crowd, fearful lest anyone seize the opportunity to stir up trouble.

Before long, the hard soil ahead broke open, and a terrain worm burrowed out. Soon after, several more crawled out from further away. Seeing that they had returned empty-handed, Li Tianzhou collected these exhausted insects, replaced them with a fresh batch, and continued forward.

"Strange, a jade slip—could it be this jade slip?" Usually, jade slips were light green, but this one was dark green, which baffled Tie Muyun. Just as he prepared to pick it up and his finger brushed against the surface, with a hum, the jade slip actually hovered into the air on its own.

Although the kitchen space was small, seeing Zhao Jing inside did not annoy Huang Yue at all. Helplessly, Chu Feng grabbed Zhao Jing and pulled her right out of the kitchen. "Jing'er, let me show you around my house." Chu Feng really didn't want his mother staying alone with her all the time, as that would make both him and her quite awkward.

While pondering in his heart, Luo Ping immediately released his spiritual power, forming a thick defensive barrier both within his sea of consciousness and around his physical body to fend off the invading force of his opponent.

As for Jin Nan, he wielded a white spear that emitted a dazzling white brilliance, similarly enshrouding a space ahead.

That Physician Song did not dare to bow formally, but hastily returned to Tie Lianmai's side and began to feel her pulse. He closed his eyes tightly, his eyelids twitching, and after a short moment, a smile broke out at the corners of his mouth.

With a soft shout, the Heaven-Rending Overlord Slash was unleashed! A sword descended with the force of ten thousand jun. "Crack!" 4,023. Taking a slight breath, his heart finally grew calmer. He was now able to resist the seductive constitution of the Hundred Flower Sprite.

Nanyang was one of the six largest cities in China at the time. During the Eastern Han dynasty, it was known as the "Southern Capital," because Emperor Guangwu of Han, the famous restoration sovereign of history, was born there. In the Eastern Han, it was the second largest metropolis, second only to the capital, Luoyang.

Taking advantage of this moment, while the mistress was too preoccupied to watch them closely, they sneaked out of the mansion to head to the streets and witness the magnificent spectacle of the Emperor's imperial tour.

He was in his forties, somewhat short in stature, but looked quite sturdy. He walked with forceful, ringing steps, every stride generating a strong breeze.

After driving for a while, Fang Chaoyang parked the car on the side of the road, stepped out to wipe the windows clean, and picked up his phone to call Shang Yong.

"Who is 'Sugar Heap'?" Shui Furong asked with a hint of sourness when she saw the smiles plastered across her husbands' faces.

The void was shattered into pieces; in many places, space had been shaken apart into countless layers, utterly broken and hazy, making it impossible to see clearly.

She spoke these words with a faint smile, yet her eyes were filled with a bone-chilling frost that made one shudder involuntarily. Mo Sheng quietly pondered to himself that the young Miss Shen had better not harbor any schemes against their own young mistress, or else there would be hell to pay.

These demonic Buddhas seemed capable of withstanding that terrifying power; the bubbles could not shatter them, but merely enveloped them, plunging them into endless, unawakening slumber.

Tang Qian did not speak, but the look he cast at Tan Jing was laden with worry, clearly disapproving of her returning to muddy these troubled waters.