Chapter 55

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“Now he’s anxious. Just a moment ago, he was foolishly asking pointless questions, and now he’s speechless, isn’t he?” Lü Dongbin said with a wry smile.
Liang Xinming, overhearing Lü Feng’s words in the inner courtyard, couldn’t help but rub his forehead—Girl, could you stop taking things out of context? Did I really say it like that?
He raised his phone, and Ning Xier looked over curiously. On the screen was a scene from the private room showing her and Ou Fengyi leaving together.
“He should’ve become my apprentice earlier. See? Now he’s facing a tough problem. If he enters my Palace of Doushuai, this term will be as easy as a game!” Lao Jun lamented on Jiang You’s behalf.
After deliberation, Wang Heng smiled, “Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Tonight, we celebrate and reward the troops!” As soon as he finished speaking, everyone burst into applause.
From top to bottom, the pressure was intense. The soldiers were stern and law-abiding, so petty thieves in the city became scarce. At night, doors could be left wide open without worry.
Zhao Yang felt awkward. He scratched his head, thinking, Where is the waste? His elder brother often scolded him for being too frugal and lacking royal dignity.
Zhai Sheng’s deep, melodious laughter, like the sound of a cello, came through the phone, teasing Qiao Nan’s ears. She felt as if Zhai Sheng’s breath was right by her ear, making it itch unbearably.
Angrily, Zhao Xihou kicked the heavily guarded wooden gate. Aside from the sound of the door knocker, only Zhao Xijun’s desperate pleas could be heard inside.
Ying Fang finally got up, took down the food basket hanging on the balcony, scooped a big bowl of rice, poured hot water over it, and then went to the west room with a plate, picking up a few chopsticks of pickled chili radish and sour beans.
“This soul-breaking poison called ‘Seven Absolute Soul Severing Powder’ is a special toxin developed by the Liu family of Tianning City. If the attack came from someone in the Liu family, it’s certain some clues will be found,” Lin Feng explained.
Qian Xiancheng, who usually didn’t drink, blushed after a single cup of wine. He quickly ate some food to suppress it. As he moved his chopsticks, the whole family joined in eating and drinking.
“Zhai Xing, see? I was right,” Li Cai said as he spotted Nan Ke Rui, turning to the astonished Zuo Zhai Xing.

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It couldn’t be him. Duan Zhen needed her secret method to cultivate demonic power and wouldn’t attack her for the time being. So, it must be someone else. Could it be Du Yuefan?
Gao Mazi and his nephew Liu Yang leaned against the edge of the bath, towels covering their faces, lazily soaking half their bodies, utterly content.
“No, they only said to stall—for as long as possible,” Old Guo spoke candidly after taking the poison, revealing everything he knew.
The ten men marveled at the miraculous royal aura, unable to fully express its subtlety, yet it greatly benefited them.
The people on the mountain were completely silent now. Those in the valley seized the opportunity to pick up the broken wooden planks and shield their heads.
This was exactly what Qin Tian wanted to see. Since awakening the shackles in his blood, he inherited ancestral memories, allowing him to control the nine sacred cauldrons.
Gao Qiang understood the power of the demonic tears. Though it didn’t greatly enhance cultivation, it was invaluable for a cultivator’s mental fortitude.
But Shui Xian had a point. Unless he revealed the secret of the war god of demons, he couldn’t explain this situation.
Jian Tong gave him a big smile, threw the backpack over her shoulder, and was about to leave, but Meng Jingchen grabbed the strap.
“The twenty-first match: Xie Zhan and Gao Suwei both lost their fighting capabilities simultaneously. This round ends in a draw!” As Xiao Tianhe’s words fell, the stunned disciples who had been thrown back gathered around, confused by what had happened to Xie Zhan and Gao Suwei collapsed on the arena floor.
Lu Xia swallowed involuntarily, nodding as her heart began pounding wildly. Finally, all the truths would be revealed.
The motionless Dragon-Slaying Dagger seemed to respond to the war god’s phantom’s words. Suddenly, a flash of blood light shot out and entered Bu Jingren’s body.
“We fight fire with fire; this is the most effective approach,” Chu Si said calmly.

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Outside, the villagers sighed again. To those unfamiliar with the nun’s monastery, these cultivators were naturally good people, so their words were trusted.
However, these were not her concerns. Once in Mo Pinglan’s hands, she didn’t know what she would have to face next.
But now, seeing Ao Tian enter an immersive sword practice state so swiftly, Ye Feng’s opinion of him changed significantly.
Xu Zuoyan glanced at the two overly curious people standing ahead and felt equally exasperated.
At this time, the world was in chaos, wars raging everywhere. Except for a few remote places, it was rare to find such a peaceful area amidst bustling cities untouched by war.
Qiao Feng hadn’t expected Ye Feng’s reaction and now thought more highly of him. He hurriedly reached out to stop him, and their form of address changed accordingly.
People were naturally puzzled—why did the two women climb onto the grindstone? And how did they frighten the ox’s hooves? They all asked Grandmother Nian what was going on. Grandmother Nian found it awkward too but had to explain truthfully under their repeated questioning.
Zhao Xiaochen continued his breathing exercises, but during meditation, his energy was chaotic and far from the previous unity with heaven and earth. His restless mind made him extremely uneasy.
Qing Pi was no fool. He couldn’t sleep anymore. Earlier, he had broken out in a cold sweat from fright, but now, though lying down, his body felt icy cold. A chill swept over him, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.
Only then did Brother Yun truly believe that Xu Zuoyan’s words about meeting again by fate were genuine and not some ploy to get to know him. It was indeed a pure coincidence.