Chapter One Hundred and Seven: The Glazed Golden Body

Fatty Zuo became anxious the moment he heard about his master, hurriedly asking, "Senior Brother, where on earth has Master gone?"

Liu Chengfeng shook his head, saying he did not know; he had not seen him since he went on his wandering journey ten years ago.

Fatty Zuo’s eyes immediately dimmed.

"Hall Master Xie, when a mountain reaches its peak, clouds and rain arise; when water reaches its depth, dragons are born. This poor Taoist has said all that can be said; what is destined to come will naturally..."

Ye Quanqiu gritted his teeth, ultimately refraining from erupting in anger. Beyond being shocked by Baili Lianglu’s medical skills, he was now also wary of him. If he were to provoke this man, there was no telling if he, the mayor, might end up like those patrol officers with severed limbs.

He had originally agreed on a fee of 100,000 taels of gold with Helian Hu. Due to a momentary lapse last time, half had been deducted; if another half were to be deducted this time, only 25,000 would remain, which would not even be enough to pay off his disciples.

The broken sword had been launched by Xiao Yi. Even without this move, Lei would have been hard-pressed to escape death, but Lei had already rushed forward, his horse-slaying saber ready to strike; furthermore, that fragment of the blade happened to be useful.

As the enemies appeared, the players transitioned from chaos to calm. The heavy-armored warriors stood at the very front, while most of the ranged classes remained on the walls of Horn City. Only the priests and a few mages with great self-confidence remained in the formation.

However, if it were exposed, it would mean you were incompetent. Failing to handle such a matter was truly weak.

Su Han nodded and did not immediately break the seal on the Universe Demon-Slaying Blade. Since the most important part of this trip was already done, there was no need to rush; it would be the same to unseal it once they returned to Dawn City.

Qi Yuxuan found this scene delightful; one could tell the family hierarchy at a glance, which was quite good.

Although Magneto’s body had been restored to a flawless state, even the Black Phoenix lacked the power to recall the lost brain waves, so it remained nothing more than a corpse.

Fugui, usually a very steady person, was acting strangely today. Upon hearing the conversation between the mother and daughter, he cooperatively turned on the car’s CD player, and the melody of "Moon Reflected on the Second Spring" flowed out.

A long time passed, and after Wu Fei finished filming the action scenes with the assassins, the director let the actors take a break.

Xie Lingxu thought that Elder Qiming was about 1.8 meters tall. Neither fat nor thin, he could still be seen to have a sturdy build despite wearing a loose cassock, and his demeanor was very imposing.

She understood Tang Shan’s nature; he was very good to his own people, whether friends or brothers. But this was her younger sister, who had nothing to do with him. Blue Linlin already owed him a favor for asking him to help find someone, yet she had not expected that Tang Shan would have already made arrangements for it.

"However, before we talk, I want her to cancel her rendezvous with that man first. I do not want our conversation to be interrupted."

Gnawing on a sesame flatbread as big as a face, Xie Lingxu strolled leisurely ahead of the Emperor. Her bright eyes scanned the surroundings. Watching her quiet profile, the Emperor felt a stir in his heart, though he could not tell if it was the aroma of the flatbread wafting through the air or something else that stirred his desires.

The habit of keeping accounts had also changed; the date on the ledger showed the last entry was two months ago.

Before Xie Lingxu could reflect on this, the spiritually potent Wongsheng Sword neutralized another wave of attacks that followed in quick succession.

The soul masters who were hunting soul beasts saw this and, thinking something was wrong, fled in a panic, abandoning even the soul beasts they had just killed.

It would be difficult even for the Hydra, Lernaean, to block such a horn, let alone anything else.

Matsuoki Ryo, a middle-aged man, felt utterly ashamed under the weight of Nine-Tailed Saro’s words.

"Sigh." In short, even knowing that the battlefield ahead was extremely cruel, he still did not stop his steps. Although he already had a bad premonition in his heart, he continued to walk tirelessly toward those places ahead.