Chapter 116: A Den of Females

To become an immortal is an extraordinary rarity, one in a million, and to achieve the Taiyi realm is to stand among the elite among immortals. Every step forward at the Taiyi level is an immense struggle.

Taiyi True Immortals and Taiyi Celestial Immortals are slightly more common—though still rare, several emerge every ten thousand years or so.

Reaching the Taiyi Golden Immortal stage, however, is beyond mere talent. It requires great fortune, profound enlightenment, unyielding perseverance, and extraordinary destiny to even have a chance at success.

Beneath the Thirty-Three Heavens of the Immortal Realm...

Lu Yin remembered that when he first joined the class, Shen Tianjiao had already shown him some favor.

At this moment, Li Tiezhu’s skin had turned a dark red, his eyes bloodshot and terrifying, especially the cap he wore—which gave him an even more menacing appearance.

Yet before him was Shen Pei, his eyes wide with dilated pupils, still roaring in fury.

If this was the case, he could not stoop to being subordinate; he had to find an opportunity to crush Lu Yin quickly.

Si Shaoxi, seeing that things were nearly settled, introduced Si Shaoqian and Yun Lingge to those around him before following Qiao Yisen to the parking lot.

With matters having come to this point, Jiang Yuqi had cooled down. Now isolated and without allies, she had no choice but to submit.

Lu Yin also called Li Zhuowei, instructing him to keep the toy factory running smoothly.

Li Tiezhu had already planned that once he dealt with the Peach Grove, he would go to town to qualify as a medical practitioner. His adoptive father had run a clinic all his life—he could not allow it to be ruined by his own hands.

Wu Hui’s mind instantly froze; her eyes widened in disbelief at the scene before her. Her delicate face flushed so deeply it seemed as if it might bleed. She even forgot how to resist.

She pointed at Sang Tian and Duan Yu, who were locked in a heart-wrenching argument. If it weren’t for her inability to defeat Sang Tian, Li Cuihua would have surely rushed in.

Elder Wu was impatient by nature and could not stand such chaos. If not for Elder Si’s persistent persuasion, he would have spoken up long ago.

Sophia’s family, a prestigious clan in America, was a powerful dynasty. If Lin Fan issued a kill order and found him, it would be only a matter of time.

Back when she was in the royal tomb, she had suffered greatly. At that time, Qu Qingyou had never seen her carry such guilt, as if she wanted to atone with her life.

Suddenly, Xun Yi smiled faintly. It was like the first blossom after a spring rain—radiant and delicate, stirring the heart of anyone who saw it.

“How did you get out?” Ye Feifan was startled, reaching out to pull her back, but she pushed him away.

They were the peak of the Earth Spirit Realm; Lin Fan could send them flying across the Huangpu River with a single slap.

The 150,000-strong Purifier Legion shouted their battle cry so loudly it drowned out the intense gunfire across the battlefield. The clamor was a chorus of the Nami Tribe warriors and the Purifier soldiers shouting “Urah!”

He had no choice but to return to his chamber, sitting cross-legged and pondering the origin of his mysterious powers. What was the nature of those lightning bolts?

Luo Yunxi reached out to touch the buried remains beneath the earth. These structures appeared to be simple dwellings, ordinary houses; they were so fragile that a slight touch caused bricks and tiles to crumble. They were in a perilous state.

Yu Die seemed to see through Li Zixiao’s heart, though she wasn’t sure whether her words were helpful or harmful.

The evening breeze gently stirred the bamboo leaves. Shen Jun repeatedly grasped at the wind energy. After dozens of failed attempts, he finally caught a thread of it. The wind flowed through his meridians to the broadest part of his tail. The night was as dark as ink, but Shen Jun had gathered dozens of strands. Sitting cross-legged on the stone, eyes closed, hands forming seals, he refined the wind energy.

After all, those were the abilities of their predecessors, not their own. This winter, Sister Xue and Fang Ping wrestled with inner turmoil. They truly wanted to help Cheng Qing but didn’t know how.

In the world of fashion, she was a rising star; in the entertainment industry, a rare talent. Her arrival was a blessing and hope for Tianyu. In the year she signed with Tianyu, both of her films achieved remarkable success.