Volume 1, Chapter 47: Ye Chen, What Do You Want?

Had it not been for Lan Weixun living two lifetimes and possessing an exceptionally powerful soul, she probably would not have been able to withstand this immense pressure.

"Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle!" A pleasant chime rang out as the Phantom Feather Bell emitted a seven-colored halo, forming a iridescent barrier that enshrouded Lan Weixun within, thereby shielding her from the danger of being caught in the crossfire between the two Divine Realm masters.

Compared to their previous home, this place was clearly much more to their liking—it was more spacious and had an abundance of grass seeds.

Initially, not many people went, but upon seeing that there were only four classes a day, each lasting a mere forty minutes, it wouldn't disrupt anything too much.

To give her peace of mind about getting married, her parents had fabricated a story about striking it rich and marrying a wealthy beauty, and even bribed the elderly Zhou couple with money to keep their stories straight.

"It's fine. With their marksmanship and speed, they'll need a lot more practice if they want to hurt me," Yuansheng said nonchalantly.

Seeing Lan Weixun's calm and composed expression, Shangguan Wan'er subconsciously felt as though she was being looked down upon.

Yu Shiyang followed Zhou Xiaoli, Yu Ya, and the others into Shanghai University of Technology. Along the way, he listened to Yu Yang and the others' introductions while admiring the campus scenery of Shanghai University of Technology.

The next moment, a bank notification text message arrived, showing that Chen Ming's account balance had increased by 45.5 billion yuan. Telling this to anyone would probably scare them half to death.

It was because she was unwilling to kill Baili Jinghong and was being forced by the members of the Extreme Evil Sect to complete that mission.

When Yan Zhuo frowned, he also frowned along with her, wearing an expression that suggested he wanted to cradle her in the palms of his hands.

Some of the boys couldn't help but quickly advise her. Was this even a bet? This was Sister Yan courting death online, wasn't it?

As for Chen Jing... no one cared about his reaction; he was merely a straightforward laughingstock.

Just as Emperor Xin was pondering, the Queen Mother of the West suddenly moved. Without any superfluous words, she let out a furious roar while raising her right arm.

"This matter has nothing to do with you. You'd better stay out of it. Besides, we are currently in a hostile relationship. If Senior Brother can leave now, everything is negotiable; but if you remain obsessed and unrepentant, don't blame Junior Brother for turning on you." Primordial Beginning Celestial Venerable clearly did not want to linger in discussion with Laozi, and thus delivered such harsh words.

Plums cause envy, chrysanthemums feel shame. Where painted balustrades bloom, mid-autumn reigns. Plucking osmanthus blossoms in the Moon Palace stirs the soul, a glance back filled with the breath of spring.

Thus, led by Lin Qing, Wei Xuan walked all the way back to his doorstep in silence.

Immediately afterward, Class 14 erupted into a deafening roar: Damn it, Sister Yan has lost her mind! Having been at the very bottom of the class for so many years, has she finally driven herself crazy?

"Do you plan to run over barefoot like that?" Lin Qing's magnetic voice came from behind.

Both sides were lined with shelves laden with an overwhelming variety of goods, presenting a distinctly unique charm.

All living creatures knelt on the ground in panic and terror, burying their heads deep into the earth as a sun-like ball of light suddenly appeared in the sky of this world of the dead.

"Thank you... Sister Wan!" Bu Tianman hesitated for a moment before finally rising to bow to Yun Qingwan.

Whether it was the people from Spirit Cauldron Mountain or the Kunlun faction, everyone retreated step by step. The battle between Shen Yu and Zuoyuan Zhou had already transcended their comprehension; the destructive power of their arcane arts was far too terrifying, forcing them to keep a distant refuge to avoid being caught in the fallout.

After the cataclysm, a mountain suddenly appeared. The government had issued a public notice stating that the mountain's structure was flawed and posed a constant risk of collapse, advising citizens to stay away while very generously acquiring the real estate within the mountain's radius at a premium through state ownership.

Dignified, serene, devoid of a single thread of cloth, pure and natural like a newborn infant.

Now, with my strength greatly increased, dealing with a ghost of seven or eight hundred years is an absolute breeze. Even if a nine-hundred-year-old one comes along, I dare to take it on single-handedly.

Even after giving Azan Shi and the other four a sound beating, it still wasn't enough to vent their anger, especially for those who had just been beaten by Kunchai and humiliated by Adude.

"We came too late. Fellow villagers, we came too late." Upon witnessing this scene, Wu Yi dropped straight to his knees and heavily kowtowed toward the ruins, remaining bowed for a long time without being able to lift his head.

True experts—where would they ever need mortal practices like drawing talismans, pacing the stellar steps, or chanting incantations? A single shift of their will was enough to shatter the heavens and cleave the earth.

Upon hearing this, I immediately understood his meaning. Although it seemed at times like the two of us were being beaten to a pulp in the confrontation, the undeniable fact was that we held the absolute upper hand and initiative. Liu Xuan intended to use this as leverage while conveniently dealing with the thousand resentful corpses inside the room.

This time, the corpse-driving Taoist did not dare to remain indifferent. He timely pulled out a peach-wood sword to block his chest, loudly chanting "Taiyi Heavenly Venerate," and actually managed to block my immensely formidable God-Slaying Art.

His reproductive faculties had also deteriorated; apart from the four imperial princes and thirteen princesses born in recent years, he had no further progeny.

"Th... Officer, if there isn't... then... then let's not check this suitcase anymore. This suitcase surely can't be drugs, right?" These words sounded harmless, yet they were a blatant confession to the other party that the suitcase indeed contained drugs. Had this old street peddler's brain been kicked by a donkey?

Li Zhichen's eyes sharpened, though he did not look back. Evil Sun Heaven smiled faintly, hands clasped behind his back, looking completely unconcerned. Six figures leaped out and dashed toward the corpse of Qiushui Han on the ground. The foremost white-figured person scooped up Qiushui Han, tears streaming from their eyes as their hand gently stroked Qiushui Han's face.

Yu Fei's gaze sharpened. The snow blade plunged into the ground, gouging a long, deep trench as he slid backward, splitting the earth in two.

Hearing this, the Song soldiers refused to relent and tightly surrounded Shangguan Yun, looking ready to make a move at any moment.

Meng'er gritted her teeth, snatched up a dish of ink, and splashed it straight into He Chang's face. Taking advantage of his temporary blindness, she landed a kick that sent him flying.