Chapter 110: Not as Amiable as It Seems

"Many thanks, Ancestor."

The Great Peng was overwhelmed with joy.

Chen Yang, however, waved his hand and said, "Do not rejoice too soon. This matter cannot be accomplished by mere divine powers or magic. Wait until I devise a strategy."

An Immortal of the Taiyi Golden Realm can already perceive all their pasts and futures. With just one more step, they could transcend the river of time, master their own destiny, and no longer be constrained by the world, capable of calculating every possible change.

In truth, once a Taiyi Immortal reaches their limit, their magic power compared to a Daluo Immortal...

Therefore, if that fire could not have been non-existent, then... was it here that things were wrong? The warnings were incorrect.

This ugly man was, naturally, the top expert on the world's ranking list, the supreme master who ignited the battle of life and death: the Ancestor of Corpses.

Mo Fu was almost wrapped up like a rice dumpling by the moonlight. If not for the fact that she had the Fire Essence Crystal given to her by Yun Yuyuan on her person, she feared she would have needed to add a few more layers of clothing.

The carriage reversed, but Gu Qingnian was nowhere to be seen. Just as Fu Huaicheng was about to contact someone, he spotted her.

Murong Ruo watched as Murong Jinnian’s face drew closer, her head moving like a mallet, slamming into his. Murong Jinnian clutched his head in pain, yet he still held her shoulders firmly.

...He knew that he had already sunk into the abyss called desire, addicted to that lingering, poignant kiss on the snowy night.

This lukewarm remark left Meng Zhibai speechless. The latter, who had been fanning himself, suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

Others cursed him, humiliated him, and beat him, all of which he endured in silence, until the gloom within him turned into a sharp blade that, on that snowy night, pierced through their naked bodies.

"I refuse to eat vegetarian food for the rest of my life! As long as... I will eat meat with all my might. Whatever beast you are, that is the meat I will eat!" Tong'er said, pouting.

He lightly performed the Nine Steps of Dayu, his figure darting past. The next moment, a terrifying, massive black claw reached out, as if piercing through countless dimensions.

He was not afraid of what this old turtle might be plotting. At his current level of cultivation, unless several masters of the Creation Realm joined forces to set up a heaven-covering formation, he could easily escape even if he could not defeat them. On the contrary, he wanted to learn certain things from this old turtle.

Thus, the Underworld Lord would abuse her, beat her, and scold her, but Chu Yingxuan did nothing but cry. It was not nearly as fulfilling as the psychology of harming Lu Qing'er.

As his arm fell, his gaze suddenly sharpened. He lifted his arm once more and struck his own left shoulder with a hand-blade.

Inside the car, the phone rang for thirty seconds before Yaya decisively answered it. She had to know whether I was alive or dead, whether I was safe. She no longer wanted to live in fear, waking up every day from nightmares after hearing news of my death.

However, the news that Feng Xiaoxiao brought back this time was not limited to this. He did not know much about Duan Shangxiao's affairs and had only mentioned it in passing because he had heard Zhao Gu speak of it. His true purpose in returning to the Netherworld was to tell his father, the Feng Emperor, that he was getting married.

The two drivers, along with Cheng Yu and the other four, totaling seven people and four horses, left the Peach Blossom Hermitage and set out on the road. On the way, Cheng Yu recalled the scene when he first met Leng Sanda. He had the four maids get into the carriage while he followed on foot behind it.

"If you dare to be fierce with me again, believe it or not, I'll die in front of you!" Lady Qi said to Lu Li with a touch of coquettishness.

"I won't run anymore! Sister, please, just tell me what you want me to do!" Wang Xiu was on the verge of tears. Who had he offended? Why had things turned out like this?

Struggling bitterly in his heart, A-Lai still lifted his foot and stepped forward. Walking slowly, step by step, he finally arrived beneath the withered branches extending beyond the courtyard wall. It was the same fluttering red ribbon; vaguely, he saw a few dark, blood-stained spots upon it.

Who could they blame? Previously, thinking Yang You lacked strength, they had mocked him in every way, never imagining that he would turn out to be an invincible genius, and one they now wished to cling to.