Chapter 50: Wudang and Shaolin in Astonishment!

Little Whale V: [Congratulations! You have been selected as one of the Top 100 Streamers of the Year and are cordially invited to attend the grand event!]
Little Whale V: [Invitation.jpg]
Lu Qingfei opened the invitation poster and saw that it was indeed for the Top 100 Streamers Gathering.
Immortal Cultivation Livestreamer V: [Will there be food?]
Little Whale V: [A hundred cuisines await you—if you can imagine it, we can serve it!]
Immortal Cultivation Livestreamer V: [Can I bring family?]
After discussing Loulan Ancient City, Yu Anmin asked Liu Wu about what happened next; hearing that he then went to the Thousand Mountains Realm, an intriguing smile played at her lips, and her beautiful eyes glimmered with strange lights, making Liu Wu uneasy, as if he had a guilty conscience.
“Look again!” With a thought, Chu Feng summoned a faint, warm current that nourished his cells—a force even more potent in essence than inner strength enhancement.
Two chess endgames, one above and one below, were tattooed on the old man's back, clearly visible on his deeply wrinkled skin.
In utter despair, Tang Shan happened to pass by Xiushui Building. The second floor had recently been converted into a supermarket, bustling every day, though most of the patrons were middle-aged uncles and aunts.
Feng Qianle was still dressed as a Taoist priest, but his usual smile had vanished, replaced by grave solemnity.
Mu Xiaoxia gazed at Shi An’an’s phone screen, which displayed a large photo—the very moment from last night’s banquet when Ou Yuye and Felina clinked glasses in a toast.
The exit of the main gate had completely changed. The once magnificent doors had vanished without a trace, replaced instead by an inexplicable, enormous magic array.
Earth, scorched by fire and blood! The black sky rumbled with thunder! The fragments of memories from his dreams once again surfaced before Chu Yu’s eyes, and now his pupils had turned a bewitching violet once more.
In the center of the room stood a round, soft couch, beside it a circular bathtub, and the lighting in the room was a hazy blend of purple and red.
“So you’ve tracked me here, revealed your trump cards, and still claim you’re not forcing my hand?” Chen Jun couldn’t help but laugh softly as he spoke.
In the bridal chamber, Han Xiu’er’s eyes brimmed with tears, yet she had no choice but to maintain that false smile upon her face.
Qi Yun sighed at the thought that, indeed, top cultivators and great powers like the Scarlet Flame Patriarch possessed some remarkable treasures. Naturally, immortal spirit treasures and immortal elixirs were somewhat more accessible than immortal artifacts.
At the mountain’s summit, Ye Zixuan sat quietly; so much had happened recently that he needed time to digest it all.
At the seat of honor sat Commander Yuan Shao; scattered below were, besides Cao Cao, General of Chariots and Cavalry Dong Zhuo, who seemed to have arrived unnoticed. There were also idlers such as Tiger Guards’ Colonel Yuan Shu and Chief Secretary Chen Lin.
In the video, as Lin Chengqi spoke, his right hand slipped from beneath his black cloak and lightly plucked the strings of the guzheng.
Ye Qiu sensed something amiss. Realizing escape was impossible, he scooped Lin Xiang into his arms.
At that moment, everyone—including the Fish Boss—was startled. No one knew what had happened, but the Azure Flame Wolf looked uneasy, evidently unsettled by the recent sound. That voice was neither mine nor the Scarlet Flame Direwolf’s, leaving everyone puzzled.
In the end, though Qi Yu’s spellcasting seemed less practical—after all, in real combat, it would be difficult to unleash seven spells at once.
The ancient temple’s top level was vast, covered in purple talismans—the highest grade of Daoist charms. In the center of the empty hall lay an enormous insect egg.
Lang Fei watched as the spirit appeared before his eyes, surprised to find he couldn’t sense it at all.