Chapter 5: Wanting You Dead

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The day her face was ruined, the celestial grotto immediately collapsed. All the obsession that had sustained the grotto vanished along with her beauty.

"Ptooey, ptooey!" Park Cho-rong was still struggling with herself; it had been so embarrassing just now—she had almost swallowed her toothpaste.

Seeing the shocked expressions of those around him, Shen Yu smiled. At his level, remaining calm amidst favor or humiliation had long become second nature.

Su Huai and Zhang Min finally snapped out of it and couldn't help but roar with laughter. This sharp-tongued Ren Na was truly too amusing.

Ming Jue, looking as refined and handsome as a youth of seventeen or eighteen—could he really be that old? Or did all profound arts practitioners possess the secret to eternal youth?

Nangong Yun was startled. She faintly remembered her sister mentioning that their parents had once rescued her as a young child when she was being bullied by villains. Later, seeing she had nowhere to go and noting a resemblance in temperament and appearance to their mother, they had simply taken her in. Could there be more to the story?

"I pardon you! Read!" King Motu commanded sternly, though he was anxious inside. All his plans hinged on this final move. "If you can't do it, get out! I will send someone else."

Turning his head, Ye Chen finally saw the island behind him. It must be Purgatory Island, as mentioned in the mission.

Beneath them lay the vast, snow-capped Alps, and on either side of Ye Chen, billowed rolling white clouds. The audience could even see the clouds in the sky surging; watching it unfold was both dreamlike and exhilarating.

Take the mother-son relationship between the Emperor and the Empress Dowager, for instance. Many of the Lingyun citizens believed "a kind mother and a filial son" was the best way to describe them.

Li Qingyun and Li Han remained stunned. Was the entire base of the Wuji Sword Sect really wiped out just like that?

Monk Pukong had died too suddenly to leave a will naming his successor as the manor lord. Of course, the monk had intended to entrust the manor to Yang Yi before he died, but few people knew of this. Furthermore, Yang Yi had been busy with the war in the south during these days and had no chance to come to Nine Heavens Mountain.

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"So, they used guns... which caused Alice to transform?" Chu Yu asked. Since he had been the first to fall, he had no idea what happened afterward.

"You really are good at making excuses. But as long as he is in Jiangzhou Prefecture, he will eventually come looking for you. How many times can you brush him off?" Mu Qing giggled into Ji Liao’s ear.

In truth, for Lin Yunxi, low-level purple equipment of the fortieth or fiftieth level was of no concern. Had she not needed to forge suitable gear for Lin Yangxuan, Li Qingwan, and her other elder relatives back at the Lin family estate, she wouldn't have been able to find even a few pieces of that grade on her person.

Had some major event occurred? Why did it feel as if these three divine planes were engaged in something momentous?

After careful consideration for a long while, Lin Yunxi reached a conclusion: just as a normal person would avoid a lunatic, it was only natural for her to avoid Ye Jingyu when she wasn't confident in defeating him.

A wide carriage was moving steadily along the road. If one looked closely, they would see that only one ox was pulling it, yet the speed of this ox-cart was no slower than a horse traveling a thousand miles a day.

However, his father was the Second Granduncle. Whatever chaos happened in Granduncle Zhu’s branch had nothing to do with him, and whether Zhu Huating was good or bad didn't affect him. If Zhu Youning could obtain the jade ruyi, it would actually be a good thing that gave him more face when walking in public.

After burying the hundred or so fallen brothers, Li Jin and the others stayed in the valley to rest. After all, half of them bore light or heavy wounds from the fierce battle, and they had been traveling for half the night; if they kept going, some might not hold up.

But Zhang Xingxing was now the chairman of Star Immortal Cosmetics; he had long since amassed more money than he could count.

Sensing the aura of a superior emanating from Wang Yue, Cang Ming discovered that he, an Immortal, felt a suffocating, immense pressure from Wang Yue, who was only at the Heaven-Falling Realm. He found himself unable to even entertain the thought of defiance.

Under the gaze of everyone, the team slowly walked out of the village and into the depths of the jungle. Along the way, with these natives leading the way, there was no need to worry about getting lost. Whenever they encountered blind beasts, there was no need for Zhao Wuji to act; others would deal with them cleanly.

I did not oppose the fatty doing this. This Lingling had killed people, and letting her become his shikigami was already showing her great mercy.

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However, having encountered a directed mission for the first time, Li Dexing didn't want to give up. He attempted to click "Confirm." As soon as he did, a new dialog box popped up.

The more he learned about these myths and legends, the clearer it became to Zhang Xingxing what kind of existence the Jieyin Taoist was.

Introspecting, he was at the twelfth step of the Heavenly Ladder. If he exhausted all his means, confronting a figure at the seventieth step of the Heavenly Ladder would be too much of a stretch, though escape would not be a problem.

His physical body had reached an unimaginably powerful state; no force could destroy it.

The reason Oz was driving in the suburbs at this moment was precisely because he had been invited by the "Great Leader" to attend a family gathering.

Han Dong knew there was truly nothing he could do... the terrifying, extreme majesty likely originated from the golden blood at the end of the fifth floor inside the Giant Tower.

Sure enough, Zhao Ling'er’s brows twitched. She reached for the whip at her waist and flicked her wrist. With a series of sharp, air-piercing sounds, the long whip danced in the air like a nimble serpent, cracking like thunder.

The apostles watched the conference table shatter into twelve equal parts and clatter onto the floor; their expressions immediately turned peculiar.

This word was too sharp, so much so that many subconsciously felt it was unfriendly.

He was now a Tong-sheng, so theoretically, he was eligible to take the exams. To take the exam in a different district required a guarantor, and Shen Shi’s guarantor was Bao Zheng.