Chapter 25: Eating Noodles

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Noodles?

Gu Sheng was stunned for a moment. He Wenzhou paid her no mind; having issued the invitation, he had already strode away with his long legs, stepping out of the car.

His departure was effortless, leaving Gu Sheng with nothing but his retreating back. The implication was plain: take it or leave it.

Gu Sheng sat in the car, torn. Her main concern was that since He Wenzhou had walked off so recklessly, what was she supposed to do about the unlocked car?

She didn’t even have the keys.

...

Lu Lingqi, still discussing the Immortal Realm and Jinming Island with her ancestor, had no idea that her old nemesis had been secretly plotting against her all this time.

The fire of gossip burning in her heart refused to be extinguished; she never imagined she would one day become so obsessed with such things.

"Since they are my subjects, they ought to die for me. If I order them to lay siege to a city, what of it?" Haotian did not take offense at Qianxue Wuyou’s rebuke, instead asking back in his usual, unhurried manner.

Having reached their level of cultivation, the Ghost Sect’s "Broken Moon Technique," which appeared so difficult to master, was, to them, of no consequence at all.

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The World-Honored One had been deeply implicated by Guang Ruo. For years, he had been trying to communicate with him, hoping to extinguish his last vestiges of the will to live; only once he was dead could the World-Honored One be free.

Following the direction of Yuan Hui’s finger, further along the path, several soldiers were seen carrying and hauling chests of money.

Furthermore, Feng Men did not believe that with a Teleportation Portal at his disposal, he had any need for a short-range offensive magical treasure like the Soul-Confusing Needle.

Escorting dozens of rebels toward the prison, they had just reached the gate when they heard the guards cry out in alarm. Turning around, they saw Wang Zhiyuan collapsed on the ground, his aged face flushed with an unnatural crimson, his eyes fixed intensely on them.

"Ever since you arrived, we have opened your storage ring twice in a short span of time. Though the second time was quite difficult, we haven't grown weaker; on the contrary, we feel better with each passing day."

The shrill, agonizing scream sent a jolt of pain through Mo Feng’s soul, stirring up ten-thousand-foot waves along the sea defense line.

Well, since there were no allies left to rely on, one could only look out for oneself. The officers present understood this, so none interrupted Belant’s plan to face the enemy alone.

Feng Lin asked, though the point was crucial; if they couldn't see the footage in time, there would be blind spots all the same.

As he spoke, Heizi climbed up from below and swam to my side. Without a word, he reached for my hand, but suddenly, I noticed his expression had changed.

With a loud "thwack," the spiked club struck Wang Hao’s lower back. The scene everyone expected did not occur; Wang Hao was neither knocked away nor unhorsed.

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"How infuriating! If only these balloons could be fixed in place!" Hui Lian said, sounding quite annoyed.

"Coming here today, just as Tianpeng said, I intend to take him on a tour of the Earth Immortal realm. We will be gone for about two months; it would be inconvenient for us to bring our families along. Can you bear to part with him?" Wang Hao asked.

Jian Tong was on the verge of exploding. He felt as though Lin Chen had planted a tracker on him, sticking to him like a fly on filth. No matter how superb Jian Tong’s footwork was or which corner he fled to, Lin Chen would always predict his movements in advance.

"I'll stay for a while, then head out to try my luck." With a sigh, Jun Yixiao pushed open the door.

The Mad Dragon Transformation, as the name suggests, involves transforming into a half-dragon state for a certain period, instantly increasing one’s physique and combat power tenfold, and forcibly elevating one’s cultivation to the Fourth-Turn Golden Core stage.

The Queen Mother was instantly overjoyed, immediately picking up Tang Zeng and kissing his face.

Yet, as if gifted with a sixth sense, the more Han Bin spoke, the more suspicious Zi Moli became. She insisted on staying by his side, refusing to leave him even for a step.

*Eh?* Really? Shu Ning thought skeptically, "Can you really write poetry? You aren't just copying it again, are you?" But then again, who would there be to copy from? Wan Ning did have some genuine talent; perhaps she really had written it herself.