Chapter 58 The Entire Regiment Was in an Uproar

"Thank you for your hard work, reporters. Could you please help me take a picture with my savior?"

Bai Qingfeng walked over naturally, his shoulder brushing against the woman's, and pulled a promotional flyer from her hand to look at it.

Seeing the vividly illustrated little sketch on it depicting tadpoles waging war against an army of the infertile, he couldn't help but burst into a chuckle.

The reporters, who had been drinking water, saw that action was underway and hurriedly hoisted their cameras to take photos of the two.

As Meng Shuyue faced the sudden—

The entire city of Konghua was plunged into even greater chaos. Those flying phantom ghosts were practically overwhelming, shrouding the entire sky above the city in a layer of ghostly shadows, resembling patches of gloomy haze.

"You guys go ahead and eat, I'm going out for a walk." Wei Qige strode out of the restaurant, reached the door, opened it, and stepped outside.

"That... that..." As Eve walked closer and sat down beside him, the expression on Old Master Hu's face grew increasingly tense, and he turned his head to glare at Xie Yuhe.

After opening her eyes, Ling Fei'er conducted a brief check on her current cultivation level. Seeing that she had made further progress, a trace of slight joy welled up in her heart, though she immediately began to mutter to herself with some grievances.

The foot soldiers beside him, however, seemed to have guessed the gist of the matter upon seeing his expression and asked him in a low voice.

Appearing before Princess Sula was none other than the capital's Emperor Nuovali, whom her royal father had spoken of. Instead of showing the panic and shock typical of ordinary people, a wicked smile curled the corners of her mouth.

Not knowing Mu Huaijin's intentions, Mu Qingyao could only keep her head down in silence, putting on a shy appearance.

Meanwhile, Gao Yuan, who had sensed the situation turning sour and fled prematurely, had now reached the outskirts of the city, but here he ran into a hurdle.

"Ye..." Shao Fan looked at the new neighbor standing at the door wearing pajamas and slippers. "Shao, big brother, it's me, Ye Mingyang." Ye Mingyang greeted him with a smile. "Does the new neighbor need something?" Shao Fan, still nursing some morning sleepiness with his hair sticking up like a bird's nest, looked at Ye Mingyang, who was exuding a pleasant fragrance and had impeccably neat hair.

Ever since the thought of taking on a disciple crossed his mind, he had met quite a few people who came wishing to become his apprentice, but he always felt they fell short in terms of bone structure and natural talent. Coupled with the fact that his mastery of cultivation techniques had borne fruit over the years, he patiently waited for someone destined.

Jian Ximan unbuckled her seatbelt and reached for the car door, only to find it wouldn't open, prompting her to turn her head and look at him.

Daohua hurriedly told on him, then nimbly darted behind Xiao Yeyang while tossing out the tendon-softening powder in her hand.

"In this whole room, the one who looks least like a good person is definitely you." Before Zhou Song could say anything, a voice rang out from behind them.

Looking over at the Sect Master of the Nine Immortals, who smiled and showed no sign of reprimand upon hearing such sarcastic remarks directed at the disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect, and recalling Mu Tianyin's various behaviors upon entering, he formed a bold hypothesis: this Elder Mu was respected even by the Sect Master of the Nine Immortals.

Madam Fu carried a powerful aura, but it was only effective against ambitious people. Jian Ximan respected her deeply as well, since she was now her mother-in-law.

Consequently, the distinction between veteran and new disciples was directly abolished for this tournament, simply because there were many exceptionally strong individuals among the new disciples this time around—such as Lu Ling'er and Xiao Qingyu from Nine Immortals Mountain, one having just stepped into the realm of Upper Immortals, and the other already at the peak of the Upper Immortal stage.

"Conspiring with the Blood Demon Sect twelve years ago and causing the deaths of countless immortal sect disciples is one crime; colluding with blood demons and harming the common people is another; intentionally murdering innocent cultivators on Cloud Crane Sacred Mountain is yet another." Song Linhai spoke with trembling legs and could not help closing his eyes. So many murderous and evil deeds had actually been committed by none other than their own Nine Heavens Sect.

It was just that the concrete proof of Jian Fei'er spreading rumors behind the scenes had not been made public yet. Even so, the fact that Jian Fei'er had broken up with her boyfriend, who immediately turned around and pestered Jian Ximan after the breakup, almost made her the target of ridicule across the entire internet.

The only difference was that the table setting had been devised by Yuntao, mimicking the plating style of the Michelin-starred restaurant she frequented.