Chapter 77: The Banner of All Spirits, The Spirit-Slaying Sword

Those most eager to overthrow Fuxi are not the foreign tribes, but the ordinary, low-born Fuxi, or rather, the common people. Fuxi has grown corrupt, no longer fitting the progress of the age. With the innate talents and strength of the Fuxi clan, they would never have fallen into such dire straits were it not for their internal troubles.

As he traveled, Chen Yang's heart grew increasingly disgusted. Cultivation ought to be a journey of ever greater progress, a path to deeper understanding of one's true self, enabling one to transcend the five elements and roam freely.

Because of the unique nature of the Soulcry, the people of the Underworld could not detect them, so they encountered no delays and went straight to their destination.

Arriving last meant having no right to choose; only the wooden building at the very edge, beside a thicket, remained vacant.

He had held her hand before, but that was in the jungle. Here, in human society, among crowds, it was different.

Mr. Diderot had once counted himself among these young men—indeed, he still possessed a certain youthful ardor.

Shen Nuanyu thought of her life in the marquis's residence and felt that Miss Liu's second sister was absolutely right: noble households were not good places.

It was clearly unrealistic to carry the tree directly back to the estate, so the only option was to transplant it into Feng Jing's spatial domain and make further plans afterward.

Jun Xie looked at the old man before him, with white brows and a white beard, who appeared kind and benevolent, yet Jun Xie's first impression was that he was anything but a good person.

Sang Yue and the others said little. Only Zhou Li occasionally spoke, making the atmosphere less awkward.

During this time, he had already slain Ao Jiuying's avatar three times, considering it interest collected.

Seeing this, Shen Nuanyu disregarded her fatigue, donned her robe, personally added two white candles at the bedside, and poured tea for Gao Hanleng.

"Xuanxuan, why not make an introduction? I've never met this person," King Xue scanned Ye Qinghan coldly and asked Tuoba Xuanxuan gently.

"Is it because of Senior Xi Yi? He always helps Yun'er unni but never cares about unni," Xu Xian's voice remained earnest.

"I'm here... here..." Just as Ma Xiaoyao was about to despair, Jin Ming's shout suddenly echoed from the sea.

At that moment, even the master of the Medicine King Manor was surprised. Though he could see that Qin Xuanxuan's pill-refining technique was both skilled and immature, with many details lacking, the actual number of times and hours Qin Xuanxuan had refined pills could not have exceeded three months.

"Brother Li Ying, how's the situation? Is it just as I said, the very place we saw earlier?" I had just boarded the vehicle and hadn't settled in when Master Zhao impatiently asked.

Lu Yue feigned weakness, trembling as she pressed her bloodied hand against the exposed corner of the broken talisman in her bosom.

Today, Zhu Youjian spoke, and no one in the hall dared refute him. They were not officials whose duty was to speak out; they understood that Zhu Youjian had summoned them to execute and obey, not to argue or advise.

"My friend, are you a Daoist priest? Do you know how to drive away evil spirits?" As I was speaking with Qian Sen, a man around forty at the next table tapped my shoulder and asked.

"There's such a story? That would be perfect for us to settle in," Li Xu exclaimed in delight.

"That old fellow's aura has vanished, can't be sensed anymore," Wang Guodong said comfortably, flexing his limbs.

One might only see the emperor once or twice a year, and even then, from afar: though the year was filled with festivals, the emperor usually sent word that Ah Feng need not attend to offer congratulations.

Hearing these words, Li Hao was truly moved. If anyone had helped him most, it was Xie Zhen. The first time, she helped him acquire Haotian Group; now, she had helped him once again, and crucially, Xie Zhen sold all her assets for his sake. Such friendship could never be repaid, no matter what he did.