Chapter 136: Moved

After staying at Third Master Tang’s house, Gong Qi came to Qin Huiyin’s place in the morning to collect his carriage. Qin Huiyin and the Tang sisters had just woken up.

The goods he had requested were tallied up the previous night, and the payment had already been handed over to Qin Huiyin. With the transaction settled, he was ready to drive the carriage back to the city that very day. Qin Huiyin invited him to have breakfast before leaving, mentioning that she had been simmering pork rib soup all night and would be serving rib ramen that morning. Gong Qi, who had been on the verge of departing, promptly retied the horse’s reins.

"Yes, this ensures that we won't cause trouble for anyone else, and you won't be captured for bizarre anatomical research," Yi Cheng said earnestly. "Because you must remain by my side, I have no choice but to take you to school."

Qian Caiqi was so incensed his nose went crooked. "I’m so trustworthy, yet you tell me I didn't need to do anything at all? Why couldn't you let me fill the puffed snack bag with nitrogen before you popped it?"

If not for the protection of the Sword Servant, Mo Haiya would never have been able to engage in close-quarters combat with Bai Xiaohe. Even so, after over a hundred rounds, his Sword Servant was nearly destroyed—pitted and scarred, covered in sword marks, and missing an arm.

A warm, yellowish glow still lingered on the horizon as the sun sank completely, and the ink-blue sky deepened by degrees. A gentle evening breeze blew, light and cool, as if it could sweep away all one's worries.

Yi Cheng took the swimsuit from the attendant and fumbled his way to the changing room where Bai Jingxue was waiting.

As darkness fell, in that very instant, the decorations scattered throughout Partridge Dock suddenly began to glow, transforming the once-colorless and dim stones into beacons of light.

Aside from the last time Huo Xingzhou and Yu Qing had seized him without explanation—from which he had barely managed to escape—he seemed to harbor a deep-seated prejudice against the Celestial Master’s Mansion, constantly claiming that there wasn't a single decent soul among them.

The fireball was torn asunder, scattering into countless tongues of flame. In a flash, the intense heat transformed into a shockwave that swept across the entire hall.

In this world, you can lie to people, but you cannot lie to ghosts, for they possess the power to bring retribution upon you at any time. Even if you are skilled in the mystic arts, there is no exception; after all, the Way of Heaven is clear and all-seeing.

Inside a dilapidated, three-section courtyard in the style of the Qing Dynasty, funeral wreaths were piled high. The red and green paper flowers leaned against the three walls, their mourning ribbons fluttering in the eerie wind, while yellow and white chrysanthemums were lined up on the ground.

Luo Hongbin stared unblinkingly at Luo Mingxuan. Judging by her appearance and even her scars, she was indeed Luo Mingxuan, yet her demeanor and gestures made him feel as though she were a completely different person.

Following this, countless immortals swarmed in, and in an instant, the vast Lingxiao Hall was packed so tightly that not even a breath of air could pass through.

Once she understood the reason for the demon man's rage, Tian'e set her mind at ease. She climbed onto the bed and began to sleep. Damn it, she was truly exhausted.

"You can set your heart completely at ease. Since this is a mutual agreement, if you can keep your end of the bargain, I can certainly keep mine!" The implication was clear: if you break your promise, I can break mine as well.

"Do you think your man is handsome?" Gao Ziyu pulled back the hand he had been resting under her head and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Her skin was smooth and round, and his large palm kept rubbing against her shoulder.

Having just regained his physical form, Fu Xi could not stop clutching his chest; the sheer thrill of that narrow escape still left him unable to calm his racing heart.

Seeing this, Feng Qianxi could not help but feel a pang of heartache, while simultaneously feeling incensed by Feng Yan’s actions that day.

After Lin Yu returned to the hotel with his sword, he checked his pockets and found his room keycard missing. Glancing down, he saw a tear in his clothing caused by Old Xu, and realized he must have dropped it on the way back. He had no choice but to go downstairs and have a replacement issued.

"Can't keep up the act anymore?" Xu Meijing rolled her eyes, grabbed Pang Jingcheng, and laughed.

He pressed two fingers together, gathered his spiritual energy, and touched them to the blade. Only then did he perceive the faint trace of demonic energy within.