Chapter 106: The Genuine Head Pat

Watching the birds descend from the sky, Lu Heng vaguely guessed the identity of their visitors. Given this display, only the Beast Taming Sect had the capability to command so many spirit beasts as mounts.

As Nangong Yue’s blood dripped onto Gu Yue’s fingers, his eyes grew even more frantic. When he met her gaze, he seemed to sense her despair—a flicker of hopelessness that stirred memories buried deep within his heart.

"What’s going on? Why are you in danger? Nobody should be coming by this late at night. Should I help you?" Shen Rui asked with concern.

Once the three Xianbei tribes split up, each could muster a core force of twenty to thirty thousand cavalry, plus another twenty to thirty thousand infantry, which was already quite substantial.

If nothing else, if he were to lose consciousness, the Heavenly Profound Formation would truly be in jeopardy. Whether it could continue to contain the Southern King and the others would then be far from certain.

Ye Lin’s words sounded polite, but in reality, every syllable struck Shi Fan’s heart like a dagger.

Seeing that the Yue family’s tasks were nearly finished, Yuan Feibai personally installed the six crystal balls from the main table into the six palace lanterns one by one.

Even so, the force of his punch remained so immense that no one could withstand it.

"And who is this?" Luo Feng interrupted Ning Rubing, cutting in to question the man directly. He didn't like the man's crooked demeanor and certainly didn't want Ning Rubing having any further contact with him.

Behind Theodora’s back, where she could not see, Charles reached into his spatial bag, disregarding the existence of the mental world, and pulled out an eraser and a whiteboard.

In simple terms, the Buddhist sect had cast a protective barrier over Fengyuan City to block the entry and exit of any martial artists below the third rank, hoping to buy some time.

After Yao Zhixian’s health began to decline, Shi Yi set aside his work and hired a professional management team. He devoted most of his time to accompanying his wife and even moved to the serene Nanping Mountain, specifically so Yao Zhixian could properly recuperate.

Her long hair was tied back casually with a white silk ribbon, fluttering in the moonlight along with her pink gauze dress. Her brow, painted with a spider lily, seemed to carry a touch of sorrow—or perhaps it wasn't sorrow at all, but rather the air of a fairy, mysterious and pure, dancing amidst the starry sky.

Although he had only recently broken through to become a Taiyi Golden Immortal, a Taiyi Golden Immortal stands superior to a Taiyi True Immortal.

"The person has been carried inside; it seems they were submerged in water for too long and are quite weak," Bian Zhong reported the situation to Zhou Heng.

Everyone outside knew the Lin family had fallen. Though the Lin Corporation hadn't declared bankruptcy, losing control of the company was an inevitable outcome for the family.

Zhou Dongren couldn't help but laugh at this, his chest heaving, which caused Shi Qing to tremble along with him.

Although the Jun family was a top-tier ancient clan and a leading orthodoxy in the Immortal Domain, they possessed only a few stalks of Undying Divine Herb or Undying Imperial Herb.

It was the peak of the pig-slaughtering season, the time to eat meat, yet someone was mobilizing troops. Wasn't that clearly trying to stop him from eating his pork?

Even Meng Lichen, who was usually thick-skinned and indifferent to everything, wore a grim expression at this moment.

Lin Shenshi didn't understand why An Shiquan had specifically pointed this out, but he could sense that An Shiquan wasn't just nitpicking; he was testing something.

"You can rest assured regarding this point. While we had our reasons for arranging the engagement between Mira and Ron, I can guarantee it is absolutely not aimed at Mira. We bear no malice toward her."

With that, Zhou Wushuang leaped, executing the "Trace-less on Snow" technique as he darted rapidly toward the mountain.

As the New Year’s bells chimed during the Spring Festival Gala on television, the sound of fireworks and firecrackers outside the window became incessant.

She felt her strength drain away in an instant. Looking into the man’s bottomless eyes, her vision began to blur.

It turned out the fat man had fallen for a "wealthy search for a child" scam. Such traps preyed on the middle and lower classes, using the tactic of "luring the target into the trap."

The moment she said this, my hand tightened instinctively, and Yan Zi, who had been holding my hand, naturally winced in pain, casting me a reproachful look.

"The Profound energy here is scarce. Take care of yourself," Zhu Que said earnestly before transforming into her beast form and flying away.

Many people love to put on airs, claiming they would never "commercialize," but only those without ability are unable to do so. Those who refuse to commercialize are merely second-rate contenders.

It was as if a forbidden spell had struck Bella’s mind; her face turned pale as paper in an instant, and her body collapsed onto the high platform.

Squads of soldiers patrolled between their camps. In the shadows of the trees, the figures of scouts flickered in and out of sight. Above, eagles and war-hawks crisscrossed, forming layered nets of surveillance—a defense that was absolutely airtight.

A great battle had broken out in this area. Many pedestrians avoided the vicinity, fearing collateral damage. The sound of gunfire echoed continuously; the fighting was intense.

The members of the Jing family followed the sound toward the gate, where Fang Zheng, Qian Jing, and Chen Yan appeared before them.

"Of course! It is truly wonderful that you have agreed to help!" Atro said, overjoyed, like someone who had just grasped a final straw of hope.

The soldiers who rushed into the fortress saw Fang Zheng still running, so they ignored everything else, chasing him with curved blades in hand. It was only when Fang Zheng bolted out the back of the fortress that they stopped their pursuit, suddenly filled with anxiety and fear.

Having learned of Mu Li’s plight from the news sent from Laya, these few had intended to come and offer their help.

"Heh..." Muse smiled noncommittally as he watched Carter turn and walk away. He picked up his half-eaten rye ham sandwich, took a bite, and then scooped a spoonful of off-white yogurt soup into his mouth, chewing it all together.

Originally, this old man had been helping his master haul withered grass from the farm back to Nanmu City to serve as fodder for the family livestock, only to be stopped by a youth who had popped out on the way.

Having said this, Zhou Gui stepped directly into the altar, heading toward the stone platform at the center.

Hearing Le Longya’s words, everyone at the dining table smiled faintly, though only Le Longya’s father remained with his brow tightly furrowed.