Entering the Path of Immortality, Practicing the Hundred Arts Chapter 69: The Ninefold Thunder Tribulation! (Seeking Votes)

Anyway, since they were currently inside the castle, which was entirely Helan Chen's territory, Helan Chen naturally had the right to go wherever he pleased.

Before she knew it, night had fallen. Hua Qingxin had no choice but to arrange accommodations for everyone, and only then did she find the time to rest properly.

With this thought, her mood lifted as well! She walked past with her head held high, pretending to be browsing the accessories too.

"No! What about me?" Lan'er turned instantly pale; after having passed through a brothel, how could she ever face anyone again?

"This Jiang Yuan is utterly despicable and shameless! If I manage to survive today, I will tear him limb from limb!" an alien disciple at the Ultimate Realm thought to himself.

"I caught a glimpse of Senior Brother when I was passing by at the school, and ever since then, I've been keeping an eye on his every move. In short, in short, you are just the type of person I like!" Liu Yanyan said with a blushing face.

Xun You sighed once more. This Xu Huang was so loyal and righteous—neither might nor force could bend him, nor could poverty and humble station make him waver. What alternative was there to consider now?

Her and Huo Shengzhi's bedroom remained exactly as it had been originally, save for the clothes she had taken away being placed back into the wardrobe, while all other furnishings were left entirely unchanged.

Yet, it was discarded by this boy onto the filthy ground as though it were mere trash.

Zhang Yu, however, acted as if he had lost his soul, clutching that dirty scarf in his hands. From beginning to end, he did not utter a single word in response to the man.

After a period of time, Jiang Chen found himself seemingly developing a favorable impression of Aymu, growing a little fond of her.

"There's actually an array formation here." Following Moming through eighty-one precise steps, Feng Yufei's eyes suddenly opened up to a vast and clear view.

At that exact moment, a sound rang out abruptly from behind. When Lin萧whirled around sharply, he discovered that the door he had just entered through had already closed. He tried pushing it, but it stood firm as a monolith, completely immovable.

Hiding in a dark corner, Song Tianqi heard the fat man's booming voice echoing continuously throughout the factory building, and a jolt of shock went through his heart.

Looking at the ability enhancement displayed on the system interface, Jiang Chen twitched the corner of his mouth and concealed it from view.

"I genuinely have an urgent matter to attend to; I must trouble you to announce me to the Sixth Prince," Ye Kun suppressed the anger burning in his chest. If not for the sake of his junior sister, he would never have wanted to seek this man out.

Sensing the ill-intentioned gazes of Wangquan Ran and Yueti Xia, the Sand Fox Emperor swallowed hard, his plump body instinctively taking a step back.

Walking over to the window and gazing at the dense curtain of rain outside, he suddenly realized that ever since the apocalypse began, it had apparently never rained once. It seemed the devastation caused by the meteorite impact and volcanic eruptions was still ongoing.

Meanwhile, seeing this, Qiusheng realized he was about to gain another junior brother and hastily poured a cup of tea, handing it to Jiang Chen.

Xue Hong had spent the entire journey listening to Yang Yu and Fatty flirt back and forth, and her smile had grown somewhat stiff by this point.

"I know, so you should get some rest early too. No more staying up late!" Qinghua said with a stern face, genuinely afraid that Tiancheng's body would eventually break down from his constant late nights.

A sharp gaze swept over several lone mercenaries. With a wave of Lu Wu's hand, the members of the Wolf Head Mercenary Group swiftly drew the weapons from their waists, their murderous intent chillingly fixed upon those lone mercenaries who harbored ulterior motives in their hearts.

Immediately following, Ye Ming made a grabbing motion, and the Azure Dragon Kunwu Sword appeared in his grasp. In the blink of an eye, Ye Ming's figure turned as ephemeral as a ghost, reappearing right in front of Ye Ning in a split second. Raising the Azure Dragon Kunwu Sword in his hand, he aimed it straight at Ye Ning.

Then someone started pounding on the exterior door—the storefront door, not the courtyard gate. Because tourists were scarce, I hadn't opened for business today.

The guard brought his blade down, and Rong Yu's retainer met him head-on. The clash of steel sent fiery sparks flying. Ximulian pulled me backward in a continuous retreat, but guards had surrounded us from behind as well too.

It had nothing to do with him; to have contracted syphilis by such a sheer coincidence during this exact period, and to have developed festering pus-filled boils in such a short span of time—aside from calling it miraculous, what else could I possibly say?

Still harboring a trace of unease regarding the doubt in Zhong Yumian's heart, Ye Ming quietly mobilized his soul perception, unleashing his unique innate talent for spiritual detection. Shortly thereafter, Ye Ming abruptly discovered something amiss at the bottom of the cliff.

Having learned Yao Bing's true objective, Fourth Sister no longer urged him on, simply strolling leisurely with him down the street. Whenever they encountered locals, she would step forward to inquire about the circumstances of the tragic incident that fateful night.

Yunqing nodded happily, her tail practically wagging, and followed her godmother into the Ladies' Quarter. The other disciples watched this inseparable pair of mother and son, exchanged glances, helplessly pouted, and went back to the chores at hand.

"Xuanqing of Wushuang City comes to pay a visit," Xuanqing's indifferent voice resounded throughout the Sword-Bathing Villa. At the same time, his pressure receded like a gentle spring breeze, making it feel as though the murderous, sword-at-the-throat aura from just a moment ago had merely been an illusion.

Lao Zhu looked very nervous. He lit another cigarette, his hands trembling as his brows knitted tightly together.

"Hehe, because of this." Kutsugu Maiya shook the communicator in her hand, but it was clear that Medea and Medusa failed to grasp her meaning, their expressions remaining utterly blank.

Still, thought was one thing; what needed to be done still had to be done. Were she and the others just supposed to be captured by Morgana like this?

"Don't you go thinking I'll be defeated this easily. I advise you to bring out your full strength, otherwise, hehe~~~~~~~~" Nongyue let out a cunning chuckle and issued his declaration to Marquis Vuban.

The two of them could be considered talented youths; with their cultivation levels, they might pass for homegrown cultivation geniuses within a single city, but compared to someone as young as Xuanqing—a "Grandmaster"—they were truly unremarkable.

At this late hour, the cafeteria staff had naturally already gone off duty. Just when Lin Feng thought his trip would be fruitless, to his surprise, Sona personally stepped into the kitchen and spent nearly forty minutes preparing a steaming, fragrant table full of dishes.