Chapter 100: I, Song Mi, Also Have a Heart That Extends Love to All Connected to the Beloved

The person who arrived was none other than Qiao Yudong’s wife, Fu Sisi. As she approached step by step, Song Mi instinctively narrowed her eyes, a cold, piercing glint flickering in her gaze. Her red lips were pressed into a thin line, and she remained silent. Fu Sisi soon greeted Feng Shengzhi, “Aunt Feng.” Feng Shengzhi offered a slight nod. Song Mi knew that Feng Shengzhi deeply disliked…

Everyone turned back to look, only to see the Princess of Qin clapping her hands, her eyes fixed dreamily on the air, her face filled with longing.

Once Gao Jianli finished speaking, he pushed the two into the pit. Ignoring their cries, he filled the pit in no time at all.

Fu Yuanzhou had once warned him twice that this thing was a curse, but Su Rimu had not taken it to heart. By the time the truth came to light, rumors that the Sujian Sect was the successor to the Soul-Breaking Demonic Sect were flying everywhere, and the righteous factions had already begun gathering men to prepare an assault on the Sujian Sect.

“You have actually destroyed my physical body; I will fight you to the death!” the God Emperor roared through a furious telepathic transmission. In a flash, he dove into Ning Yitian’s sea of consciousness to begin a battle against his soul.

However, the menus of the two sides were interchangeable; in this day and age, one could hardly stop those eating hotpot from harboring a craving for braised lamb bones.

As everyone walked into the hall, she looked at Liyun and asked, “What is the meaning of this? I told you to search the palaces, so why have you brought so many people back with you?” She asked, despite knowing the answer perfectly well.

“Its power is temporarily suppressed by me, but it won’t last long.” A flicker of hidden surprise crossed the Qilin’s eyes.

However, Zhen Zhen understood that it wasn’t that Fu Huaiyao was truly cold-hearted; it was just as he had said—every choice made carries a price, and one must bear the consequences. Fu Huaiyao was merely respecting her decision.

This fellow was likely where Qing Tai stored his money. Every time Qing Tai earned something, he would put it here, fantasizing that one day he would save enough to see the Sun Wheel.

“You are truly exceptionally intelligent.” Having said this, Diwu Mo reached out to help Luo Wusheng off the bed. After all, she had just awakened, and having been tormented all night, her body remained weak.

Those watching the battle with lower cultivation levels could only see a blur of palms; they could no longer distinguish the moves, while the sounds of collisions echoed incessantly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man summoned his flying sword and took to the sky, followed closely by the seven cultivators behind him.

Regarding alchemy, Ye Ge had made some rough inquiries. Although he clamored to enter the Alchemy Branch, he had no intention of learning the art of alchemy at all. His goal in coming to the Medicine King Valley was clear: he was there to steal pills to rapidly restore his own cultivation level and heal Feng Lin’s injuries.

Fourth-grade pills were meant for cultivators at the Dust-Transcending Realm. Although the Blood Nether Forbidden Land was full of treasures and pills could be obtained in heavenly graveyards or other hidden ruins, ten of them were equivalent to thirty percent of their total wealth. How could they be expected to stay calm?

The Second Mistress continued to mutter to herself, leaving Su Ruoyao waiting. Being nearly two months pregnant, Su Ruoyao found it difficult to remain standing. Seeing that the Second Mistress was ignoring her, the maids followed suit, not even bothering to bring over a chair. Su Ruoyao had no choice but to sit on the steps and wait.

Having finally managed to shake off the nail that had hooked his trousers, Zheng Yanzhong roared, “Su Ruoyao, what are you saying?” He then vaulted over the side of the staircase, appearing before them in an instant, staring at her with fierce intensity.

“Is the young master also going to listen to the music?” The image of the wondrous Hua Wuliu spiraled through Zhang Chi’s mind once more.

Bai Fan, a disciple of the Cangyang Sect who had previously fought Su Mu, now gazed with a pensive expression at the figure in the distance, whose long, silver-white hair danced wildly in the wind. He muttered to himself, and although his tone was calm, a look of genuine admiration flickered repeatedly in his eyes.