Purchased for forty-eight, the legend of Green Python Mountain.

Meng Yun was beyond satisfied with the place and continued walking toward the back.

"How much land is there behind the residence?" Meng Yun asked.

"Five hundred meters back, covering an area of nearly seven or eight mu, all marked with boundary stakes. If you wish to expand, you will need to purchase more from the magistrate's office," the young clerk replied.

"What is the name of this mountain?" Meng Yun asked.

"Mount Qingmang. Legend has it that a green python practiced Tao here and eventually ascended to become an immortal," the young clerk said with a smile.

Long Luo said, "Senior, you brought me here, so you must have something to discuss, right?" Zhu Youwen replied, "Indeed. Let me tell you about the origins of the Huoli Tribe. Once you have heard what I have to say, I believe we will find that we have things in common."

Wanyan Xielihu showed no fear at all; he straightened his neck and shouted loudly, "If the Chieftain is in the wrong, why can one not object?" Having said this, Wanyan Xielihu extended his right hand and abruptly drew the saber from his waist.

"Apples are great, apples are great. I love eating apples the most." Wang Xingren looked at Ye Ruyun with a fawning smile. Being able to taste an apple she had peeled for him was truly worth it.

"Hiss, ah—ouch!" Shunzi felt as if he had struck an iron plate. He hurriedly pulled his hand back, shaking it while hissing in pain. Looking at Lu Xuan, who was clutching his face with a pained expression, Shunzi was dumbfounded.

In the Kingdom of Ice Refinement, within a magnificent and resplendent palace, the eldest prince, Qin Bufan, dressed in gorgeous robes, took an envelope handed to him by an ordinary-looking old man in hempen clothes. As he gazed at the envelope, his thoughts began to stir.

Long Luo said, "In any case, this matter cannot be delayed. You have seen the state of Murong Ping'er; the longer this drags on, the greater the damage to her soul."

His sea of spiritual energy was completely still at this moment. Even though he had broken through to the second stage, his spiritual sea had transformed into a chaotic expanse, with a hundred-foot-tall divine elephant floating in its center.

"Boss, do you need me to go down and buy you anything?" Ren Zhonglong's voice came from outside, and he arrived immediately after.

He remained silent, seemingly lost in thought. I, too, stopped speaking, only swaying the hammock rhythmically and occasionally opening my mouth to inhale the cold air. The hammock emitted a faint creaking sound.

"Since you are coming, then come. Gu Yi, as the new son-in-law, must return to pay respects to the ancestors, and you should come along as well. I will send someone to pick you up," Chu Donghai said over the phone. Shen Xinyi frowned slightly. They didn't really need a ride, but since her father had insisted, she agreed.

Zhang Fan watched the 'King' of the Bodela intently, his gaze not daring to waver for even an instant, fearing that the slightest slip would allow the 'King' to charge into the battlefield, and if he were too late to provide reinforcements, the consequences would be immeasurable.

"Is it really possible?" Xu Ya-ran asked, her heart stirred. She had been in love with Yin Ziye for more than a decade, and naturally, she could not simply let go of this relationship as easily as she claimed. If she could be with Yin Ziye, that would be for the best; after all, those ten years of affection were not spent in vain.

Mo Qin still looked at the Yaksha King with a smiling expression. The Yaksha King sneered, as if saying: I do not kill those who do not resist.

"I am very willing to believe you, but as Hu Shun-tang said to Sally earlier, facts are the best evidence." Hu Miao encouraged herself to steel her heart and forget the strange atmosphere brought about by this peculiar environment. This atmosphere had been trying to break through the castle she had built within her own heart.

After Luo Kui finished speaking, a man beside him flashed forward. He wore a blue robe and held a long spear, but his face was pale, making him look like a sickly weakling plagued by long-term illness.

"When the sun rises tomorrow morning, I will be dead, and I will die of a myocardial infarction." The old man turned his head to look at Xie Genyuan. The reflection in his eyes did not seem to be Xie Genyuan, but rather the Grim Reaper standing by the bedside, scythe in hand, ready to harvest his soul.