35 Grilled Lamb Skewers

Zhujian was not under the control of Kunpeng, nor was he aware that Jimeng had fallen under Kunpeng’s sway. They had previously speculated that the copper house was stolen by Kunpeng of the Secret Sect, but they lacked any evidence.

The playful dog suddenly turned into a fawning pug, wagging its tail and panting with a silly grin.

Seeing that Tong Yujin was still listless, Xia Yan simply scooped her into his arms, and the two nestled together all the way back to the Duke’s mansion.

She had told everyone not to see her off—not even the Xia family. She insisted that Gu Yi alone take her to the airport; otherwise, she couldn't bear the sight of Zhou Xiaoli’s tears, which would flow so torrentially it felt like a tragic parting for life.

Back then, with no one to guide him, he was still somewhat naive. Yet, precisely because of that naivety and the sudden plunge from the clouds into the mire, he remembered every detail of everything that had happened over the past two years.

"Bingyue, did you really dye your hair?" Peng Zemin caught sight of Bing Lingzi walking out of the dressing room and was immediately stunned by her stunning white hair.

But not even three minutes had passed before the middle-aged man began chattering again. He didn't require any response from Broly, happily rambling on without even pausing to catch his breath.

Chen Munan sighed, picked up his chopsticks to place a piece of fish into her bowl, and then glanced at Qi Xiangdong, who was struggling on the floor, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

At this moment, they were no fools; with a mid-stage Spirit-rank expert on the other side, how could they possibly win? At least, that was what He Yunlong believed.

Just as Xia Xinyun was about to open her eyes to ask what they were looking for—thinking perhaps she might know—one of the voices spoke, causing her to choose to feign sleep.

Zhang Qian walked to the window, looked out at the clear sky, and let out a long sigh. "One disaster after another, how typical."

However, his own group was merely an ordinary caravan accompanied by a few mercenaries who could barely be considered elite.

Afterward, Ye Qiu immediately sat cross-legged and began to practice in his mind, working to master the techniques of the four tribulations.

He turned his gaze to the youth rescued by the trio. The boy was covered in wounds, but fortunately, his life was not in danger.

***

Not three days later, the Qingyun Sect secretly sent over some spiritual herbs, hoping that Ye Qiu could help refine some medicinal pills.

Shen Baiqiu appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly he was more shocked than anyone. He knew full well that this was just a simple dish of stir-fried liver. Even with his exceptional culinary talent, at most he could make the dish taste better; there was no way it possessed the magical power to make people blurt out their secrets.

A golden battle-qi barrier protected Nick and the Golden-Haired Tiger King, shielding them from the fierce attacks of the sword energy.

These were no ordinary crates, as they shimmered with a strange aura, and each one emitted unsettling roars from within.

"Hmph! It was one thing that you saved someone back then, but do you intend to interfere in the affairs of Geyu City again today?" The aged voice was clearly filled with anger.

Moreover, this treasure had no limit on its use; as long as his star essence was not exhausted, the light barrier could remain indefinitely.

Krotokatax felt a sense of relief; he had been worried that his father wouldn't listen to his advice.

With these star essence stones, combined with what he already possessed, Luo Chen’s financial power even surpassed some of the major factions in the Holy City.

"This formation seems to have immense power to suppress demons, and it looks very familiar to me." Xingtian narrowed his eyes in thought, his grip on the Immortal Emperor’s hand loosening inadvertently.

"You return and report; I will follow them." Lingyun spoke to his disciples and then chased in the direction Gu Tianxue had departed.

A shrill scream escaped his lips, and his facial features twisted together; it was clear he had suffered a grievous injury.

The peony flower on Bixiao’s head bloomed, its tassels a deep, vibrant red, adorned with peonies the size of teacups. Bixiao was very satisfied with the color.

Xuanqing responded softly, then turned around and followed the people of Qingqiu, leaving the sacrificial square with great reluctance. Two trails of tears fell from her clear, water-like eyes.

Then, Azi began to describe the sights of Xuanwu City to Diewu, using such exaggerated expressions that Diewu didn't know whether to believe her or not, left in a state of amused bewilderment. The others wore relaxed smiles, and even Qin Mengru momentarily forgot her "troubles."

***

Ye Tian looked at the chaotic hall and couldn't help but shake his head. Seeing everyone drunk and babbling nonsense, he was just about to quietly slip away when the God King Kunpeng, accompanied by Mo Yang and Mo Yin, suddenly appeared.

He played the internet not just for the sake of social mobility, but also for its anonymity. One might ask why Tang Juemei didn't find a way to invest in Beijing property when it could have yielded dozens of times the profit—but such things are easily traced, and those without a background would have no life left to enjoy the wealth.

Lin Kongkong had vomited up everything she had eaten earlier and was now feeling the discomfort of an empty stomach. Seeing the beautifully presented food, she felt a surge of joy.

Sure enough, a knight charged out from within, wielding a long sword shimmering with cold blue light. With a grim expression and mounted on a skeletal warhorse, he was unmistakably one of the Undead.

The corner of Yang Yang’s mouth curled into a faint smile; he said nothing, simply returning the list to Yan Xiude to indicate he understood.

Today, these entrepreneurs would step onto the stage one by one, eagerly hoping to meet a benefactor to support them.

At this moment, the enormous eyes of the heaven-shrouding ghost mask had closed once more, and it hovered silently in the air, motionless.

The house had been sold successfully, though the transfer procedures would take ten or fifteen days. The supermarket had also been sold off, and the buyer hadn't even bargained.

However, through the literal meaning, Ye Han understood that the *Inner Alchemy Classic* was a cultivation technique guided by the philosophy of the unity of heaven and man, using the human body as a cauldron and spiritual energy as medicine, ultimately condensing an inner elixir within the body to nurture the soul through the breathing of heaven and earth’s energy.

Of course, even if one escaped from the magical mythallar, a legendary battle would not simply end; after all, in this world, even for legendary powerhouses, not all troubles have shortcuts.

Yun Zhan lifted a foot, intending to stomp on Luoxius again as he climbed up, but seeing him collapse like a pile of mud, he withdrew his foot, too lazy to bother with him further.

"Brother Ya, do you want some jerky?" After the fight with Bai Ya, the swarthy man was no longer as guarded as he had been before.