Chapter 147: Turning Himself In

"Are you hungry?" Zhou Jingyi asked out of the blue.

Wen Ni pursed her lips, saying she wasn't. No sooner had the words left her mouth than her stomach gave a loud rumble. Her face flushed a deep crimson.

Zhou Jingyi turned the steering wheel and pulled up in front of a nearby restaurant. Wen Ni sat in the passenger seat, not moving. "I'm not eating with you."

Zhou Jingyi unbuckled his seatbelt. "If you want me to carry you out of the car, you can just say so."

Thinking of this, Qin Wu decided to buy some anti-nausea medication and then get a good day's rest to recover her energy; there could be absolutely no mistakes in tomorrow's competition.

After we brought him back and interrogated him, he still insisted he was just a hired hand who knew nothing. Then we revealed the connection between him and the boss, which left me quite surprised.

There was no need to hide the matter of treating the Miao people. Gu Ye was still eyeing that old forest, anyway. She nodded and said, "Most miasma toxins should be curable. However, the origin of the miasma varies, so the treatment methods differ as well."

Xia Fan is currently at the mid-stage of S-rank. With the Underworld King's Eye, he shouldn't face too much pressure dealing with mid-stage SS-rank opponents.

This bolt of sword light was thick and sharp, faintly accompanied by the deafening sound of heavenly thunder; its appearance was incredibly ferocious.

"Someone from the Qing family is in the Flame Cloud Sect? What is their cultivation level?" Fang Zheng, hearing of this for the first time, frowned and asked.

Then, he began to provoke me with all sorts of things—for instance, what would happen to Dong Xiaoqian, whose family had been destroyed after this incident? What was I supposed to do?

"Mengmeng, didn't I ask you to weed the grass? Why have you run into the melon field? There are no watermelons left here," Lin Zhijing said, glancing at the withered, yellowed vines on the ground.

Therefore, although Princess Jin'an addressed Wei Qingqing as "Lady Heir to the Count of Cheng'en"—a polite and respectful title—it was effectively a way of formally validating her status.

Lin Yu blinked and looked toward the tree. Only then did he see the two people clearly; they were the same ones he had seen at the hotel entrance.

The people Zhang Shaozhuo had specifically marked, the so-called insiders, were, to be precise, outer disciples of Immortal Venerable Town. As for the current formal disciples of Immortal Venerable Town, there were only three in the entire world: Ye Qing, Zhang Shaozhuo, and Ge Yueying.

After exchanging initial greetings, Baima Jun and Jin Mingzhu began to head back. Li Zhengzhe and Huang Ying'er walked alongside them; they had heard of Jin Mingzhu, so he wasn't exactly a stranger to them.

His neck had no warmth at all, and there were marks on the surface of his skin that looked like drag marks. Furthermore, the point was that the mountain demon's eyes were still open, and they were not rolled back.

"Sigh!" Guo Da let out a long sigh, turned, and left, descending from the roof and leaving Ge Tianshi alone. A gust of wind blew gently, lifting her hair. She looked at the fake double-sheathed snake, felt a sense of helplessness, and turned to leave.

Ye Qing returned to Immortal Venerable Town with Ge Yueying. Aside from Ge Yueying explaining some basic theories—or rather, theories he had already learned back in the town—there was nothing else to do.

Not to mention anything else, the Chaos Demon Body alone was equivalent to the combat power of a Golden Immortal. It was no wonder that Ye Chu had opened up a demi-plane before even becoming an immortal.

"The money on the table today is all mine, but it's not enough. Pay another 100,000." Having spent so much time with the boss, I had inevitably picked up the habit of pushing my luck.

"Then tell me, why exactly did you come to the mainland to find me this time!" Cao Yue's expression remained unchanged, but there was a playful glint in his eyes as he looked at Li Shan.

Since she had miraculously climbed to second place, wouldn't pulling the person in front down be the obvious choice?

Sure enough, a lush and sturdy Bodhi tree grew nearby. Its branches reached out over the river, casting mottled black shadows upon the water. Beneath the tree sat a massive rock; judging by the wear on it, it seemed the monks from the temple often came here to meditate.

Yun Muxue had just returned from the imperial court with Zhongli Yuan, and Zhongli Yi was already waiting for them in the Zichen Palace.

As long as Feng Xingying's pill formula was sound, Baili Yu's alchemy skills were so excellent that the success rate would naturally be no less than fifty percent. Feng Xingying was guaranteed to profit without loss.

Of course, what astonished the two was not the gambling den itself, but the fact that an aura similar to ghost energy was emanating from it. It wasn't battle energy, but rather something more akin to the celestial energy of the Great Song.

Zhao Yin had never felt such discomfort and regret, to the point of despair. Amidst that despair, he faintly hoped, though he didn't know if he could survive such a desperate situation.

It was still the investigation report compiled by Tang Wunian: the lower-middle class of the universe and residents of fringe planets had very low clearance for the Star Network. Even if they could log on, they wouldn't bother paying attention to ancient history.

Feng Xingying was speechless. It was just a portable, automatically temperature-controlled oven powered by spirit crystals! Did it really think it was all that?

Along the way, there were only weapon and gear shops, with absolutely no item shops. As expected, this was a paradise for martial artists, Xue Qingzhao thought. However, when she reached a secluded alley, three burly, rough-looking men blocked her path; they looked like bandits.

Given her status, she could easily visit some of the fallen concubines, but unfortunately, she couldn't proactively ask about Concubine Nian, so she could only probe indirectly.

As the saying goes, the face reflects the heart. I thought this old gentleman looked like a decent person; he didn't look like an accomplice of the Viper at all. Thus, I vaguely intuited that he might have come to help.