Entering the Immortal Path and Cultivating a Hundred Arts Chapter 62: Rescuing Hongling!

Only then did Liu Chengyu realize why his wife had given him such earnest and patient advice before going to bed last night.

Scorching steam spewed from the joints of the Gundam, blasting away the monsters clinging to its body. However, more and more monsters rushed forward, covering the carapace in a dense, swarming mass.

Lan Xi did not waste the time spent waiting for Wang Xiangqin; during this period, she personally selected several gifts, which were piled next to the presents intended for the elders. Aside from He Lushen, probably no one would visit a patient without bringing gifts.

Near the entrance, Su Nian caught sight of Yu Jingyan not far away, entertaining guests in the banquet hall.

Every plum blossom possessed six petals, and countless blossoms covered the entire form, presenting a breathtakingly beautiful sight from afar.

Seeing that Pu Zitong agreed, Zhang Xian did not put on airs and led her directly toward the nearby food city. Arriving at the entrance in a short while, they climbed the steps paved with round stones and walked straight into the first-floor hall of the food city. Gazing at the dazzling array of culinary varieties, he and Pu Zitong began choosing the delicacies they wished to eat.

Grandpa had always hoped for Su Yurou to achieve something; if she were to quit the entertainment industry now, what would happen if Grandpa became heartbroken?

Before the Spring Festival, she had already signed a loan contract with the manager of this bank, mortgaging her family's only property to borrow two million from the bank.

"A piece of trash coming from Earth—did you really think I would be afraid of him?" Wang Jingtian sneered.

"I wouldn't dare say it is an absolute certainty, but I have a seven to eight-tenths chance of success," Guan Ning said with a mysterious smile.

As I mentioned before, when Zhao Hao was on the fifth floor, he once wore a ghost mask to scare us. Although I was not clear about his reasons for doing so at the time, both in terms of timing and location, that person wearing the ghost mask was undoubtedly Zhao Hao.

After figuring out the nature of this activity, I truly could not understand it. Which person with nothing better to do had initiated such an event? And what was even harder to understand was why idiots like Zhang Qishan would actually participate in it.

Upon seeing the corpse of the Cursed Man, I immediately associated it with Shadow Barbie, whose body was still lying on the roof upstairs. The manner of death for both of them was completely identical. Could it really be that Shadow Barbie died with unrequited grievances and had come back for revenge?

Because he had deliberately altered his voice to a certain extent, it sounded very different from his usual tone, and Zhong Ling would not be able to easily notice it unless he listened very carefully.

Chen Li's mind was full of doubts, but this was obviously not the time for contemplation. The rat spirit attacked once more; presumably knowing that physical combat would yield little advantage, this time he directly resorted to magic.

Guided by the Ninth Steward, they passed through the front desk and ventured deeper into the casino. It turned out that hidden within the Purple Gold VIP gambling rooms was an ultra-luxurious Supreme Diamond Private Box. That room was exclusively accessible to holders of the Purple Gold Card.

Suddenly, an ice-cold hand lunged toward my crotch. Startled, I raised my head, only to see that the long, tapered fingers of Zhu Xingyong's right hand were already gripping my enoki mushroom.

Driven by the primal urge to survive, Garuda trembled and spilled everything it knew.

Say no more; it definitely had to be Wang Xiuping. Without asking for the rights and wrongs, he had furiously unleashed a torrent of fierce criticism upon his old partner, only to receive baffling and incomprehensible replies in return.

On the surface, Fulan appeared lazy and casual, but his mind was sharper and clearer than anyone else's. Shang Jue understood even before he spoke.

She was no fool; she simply did not want others to treat her like one! She wanted this Li Jiayi to owe her a lifetime of gratitude.

Sitting on the sofa in the east room, Li Wei quietly surveyed his surroundings. The room was not large, measuring only about fifteen square meters. The walls were stark white, and the floor was paved with grey bricks—specifically the kind that had not yet been coated with cement.

"Zifeng, you speak first!" Shen Yixuan raised his gaze, locking eyes with Shen Zifeng's seemingly innocent pupils. He raised a hand to halt Jin Cheng's impulse to speak, directing a completely emotionless smile at Shen Zifeng.

Upon returning to his own room, he let out a silent sigh in his heart, figuring that unless he possessed extraordinary, heaven-sent good fortune, he would surely have no opportunity to go on such a sightseeing trip before his three-year tenure came to an end.

"Alright, this method is very good." Lin Xiao nodded, casually fishing two more medicinal pellets out of the red bottle and forcefully stuffing them down Xuan Zimo's throat.

Her few remarks clearly pronounced Duan Ruxiao guilty. Duan Ruxiao sneered inwardly; if it were her past life, she would undoubtedly have been frightened out of her wits by now, but her present self was no longer a soft persimmon to be easily kneaded.

Liu Ruxuan lowered her head with difficulty. In truth, by passing judgment on others, wasn't she actually talking about herself? Her own romantic affairs were a tangled mess.

"Even if the business deal falls through, our goodwill remains. I can only hope that Dean Ye will show mercy when the time comes," Zhang Xian said, maintaining his poised and unyielding demeanor.

Shao Lingxiao had not expected that Rong Chengjin would draw his sword to attack, biting the hand that fed him. By the time he suddenly realized it, it was already too late to dodge. He retreated several steps, yet still failed to escape the long sword in Rong Chengjin's hand, causing his complexion to turn ashen as he let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.

Rong Chengjin knew that with every step forward, he was taking another thousand feet away from avenging his parents.

To ease the awkwardness, Yuan Bao'er forcibly changed the subject: "Jinlian, I feel like the scientific explanation doesn't seem quite right. I haven't caught the scent of miasma or gas—could it be that the Three Goddesses of Sanxiao are truly angered?"

As bad luck would have it, she was wearing heeled shoes today, and one of the heels happened to get wedged right into the gap of a manhole cover.

Breaking through defensive vital energy was the first step; the second step was deploying the stun baton, which would either shock you to death or scare you half to death. The third step, taking advantage of the moment King Chu Wuji's body was half-numb, was for her Yin-spirit to deliver a vicious kick straight to his crotch, and then, seizing the split second of his reflexive defensive pain, snatch back the royal arrow, unleash a burst of vital energy beneath her feet, and run for her life.

Geng Lian let out a miserable scream, tumbling backward like a cannonball for several meters. He coughed up blood on the spot, collapsing limply to the ground, his prestige completely swept away and his face utterly lost.