Chapter 138: Advancing Just Like That?

In the blink of an eye, Lin Qingyun had been staying here for nearly twenty days. Over these twenty days, his relationship with Zhang Chao had grown increasingly close. Especially after imparting the mental cultivation technique to Zhang Chao, the two had deepened their communication through several conversations.

Their conversations now were no longer like before; they even touched upon the topic that the Natural Divine Cult might not be entirely impossible to drive out of Omsk.

Zhang Chao also revealed to some extent that his ability to firmly hold a top-tier position here was not entirely without backing and influence. For one thing, in the regional capital of Russia, back then he had saved—

Meanwhile, the Taotie gazed quietly at the few figures, exuding a transcendent and supreme aura as it looked down upon all living beings.

Xuanshuang said, "Actually, there isn't much I want to ask. First, are you really the Cheng Jiahua that Lord Lu and the others talk about?"

Shangguan Yaohua gritted his teeth and stammered, "Th-this... this..." Beads of sweat instantly covered his face, and his muscles twisted violently.

Since they were speaking in Mandarin, Consort Duanshun could not understand most of it, but seeing Fulin’s high spirits, she knew his mood was quite good.

The moment Han Lang and the others stepped into the teleportation array, their vision suddenly went black, and their bodies instantly felt a sense of weightlessness. However, this lasted for only a split second, dissipating rapidly in less than three breaths of time.

Talma cried as well, but she was somewhat craftier, stubbornly shaking her head and refusing to say anything else.

In truth, the young master's smile was very warm and radiant, resembling the winter sun shining upon someone, filling their heart with a cozy warmth.

Upon hearing the bondservant Dai Liangchen hint that this imperial edict might have been secured through Sun Yanling's connections, Sizhen became even more certain of this possibility: the imperial court, or rather Manchu ministers like Oboi, did not wish for the couple to be of one mind and heart, nor did they want the settled vassal state to grow steadily stronger.

The man surnamed Yi flicked his sleeves gently, tilted his head, looked the two of them over, and asked, "Are you from the Mount Hua Sect?" At that time, Li Yijie and Nangong Xue were still dressed as wealthy youths, so he did not recognize them immediately. Yet, recalling how he had dodged and delivered his strikes, his posture indeed followed the traditional routines of Mount Hua's martial arts to some extent.

Luo Jingyang, however, was slightly stunned, a suspicious blush rising across his face. The next second, with a loud "bang," he slammed the door shut.

She glared at him, angrily marched past him toward the bed, threw herself straight onto it, pulled the quilt over her body, and closed her eyes.

Jiang Han stared ahead at a first-rank desolate beast that looked somewhat like an ox yet possessed a single, long horn. Maintaining a steady composure, he gripped the end of the long halberd, hoisted it up abruptly, and brought it down fiercely.

According to the Princess's vision, building such a school required an investment of at least three million. Moreover, aside from the charity lunches, the Giant Dragon Charity Foundation also intended to set aside an annual operating fund of one million five hundred thousand for each school.

Many martial artists watching the battle could not help but divert their attention, looking toward the direction from which the voice came.

Archbishop Darboy of Paris narrowed his eyes, gazing at the incompetent Bishop Gregory before him. A trace of anger surfaced on his otherwise calm and unruffled face.

Bier and Qingyu went to the training room together. Wan Lina's piece was not yet finished; the melodious sound of the guqin echoed through the training room, and the students were completely immersed in it, some even gently moving their fingers along with the music.

Under normal circumstances, trying to defeat Yoniel by wearing down his physical endurance through a best-of-three match was simply impossible.

This was no joke. As the master of the Formless Sword Pulse of Mount Shushan and a long-time Earth Immortal realm cultivator, True Person Xuanzhen possessed a vastness of magical power and foundational depth far exceeding ordinary imagination. If he were to pursue the matter stubbornly, the Qing dynasty's dragon vein might not necessarily withstand a few of his sword strikes.

Naturally, the possibility of him and Jiang Xueer coming to blows was very low. However, a clash with Jiang Kunlun could be said to be inevitable; Jiang Kunlun's intentions toward him were crystal clear to Roy. Their cultivation techniques were quite similar—if Jiang Xueer had been unable to sense him after her breakthrough, then Jiang Kunlun would find it equally impossible to sense him.