Chapter 87: Seizing the New Year for Something Big

The words spoken by Shang Muyun were unfathomable and profound, stirring a sense of alertness in the heart. Yet at that moment, a new wave of earth-shattering tremors swept across the already sunken Hanhong Island. The cold light, previously reduced to nothing but a thread as thin as a fingertip, suddenly surged a thousandfold, becoming a curtain of light that filled the sky and stretched straight to the horizon.

Sitting outside in meditation, Si Jiu suddenly heard the commotion. He opened his eyes in confusion, gazing toward the source of the sound.

Throughout their journey, Ning Meng’s behavior had been utterly unlike anything a spirit beast could possibly display.

After Lin Yan handed over the identification card, the tall nurse tapped a few keys on the computer screen before her.

The saying goes: “Where the Tao rises a foot, the demons rise ten.” So what if you’re the future arch-villain? You’re still no match for your crafty mother.

The pungent aroma of mugwort, combined with the cool freshness of mint, created a strange and stimulating scent.

In other words, the Sword Lord’s soul had wandered naked for four thousand years. Now, returning to his body at last, he finally had clothes to wear.

The heart and spleen had already been claimed by Lin Yuan and Yin Qingshuang. As for the secret treasure of the lungs, they guessed it must have fallen into the hands of the starship that commanded golden light.

Having finished speaking, she took Si Jiu’s hand and walked ahead. After an indeterminate time, her spiritual senses locked onto the figures of Liu Yu and his companions.

Upon hearing her, the silhouette finally reacted, reaching into his robes to retrieve a luminous crystal ball.

A torrent rained down from the heavens, and the terrifying heat seemed poised to melt An Thirteen into a pool of liquid.

Upon returning to Qin Family Village, Qin Hu didn’t even need to think—he was bound to receive another scolding. When Fang Liang saw Qin Hu carrying Qin Cai on his back, Fang Liang nearly took out a kitchen knife.

Ghost-catching technique—Maoshan Taoist Arts, a low-level branch of the Daoist tradition. Used to find and banish minor ghosts. Requires special ritual tools.

Back at the camp, Subi and Crewcut Sister immediately leapt from the vehicle and dashed into the baobab tree hollow, ready to resume their slumber.

[Spring Blossoms on the Field] whispered: “I thought you’d get up and click for a hug, so I didn’t pay attention. You get up and handle the trade first—I’ll make faces with him; he can’t intercept you.”

“Alright, follow me!” Bei Xiao gave the order, and everyone set off directly behind him.

The Gu family’s carriage was in the lead. He had already arranged for the coachman to drive slowly, hoping they’d arrive at Gu Manor just as night fell.

“I can’t accept this. Take it back. I’m old and these things have no use for me—keep it for yourself to break through to the next stage.” Old Master Chen, shocked, pushed the item back. He knew its value—it was absolutely not something he could accept.

Seeing the chat scroll, Chen Hu smiled, then walked toward the crocodile that had just crashed through the iron fence and knocked on its head, producing a series of deep thumping sounds.

Yet the opponent still had the leisure to become a formation master, a startling fact that thoroughly crushed the pride of a cultivator in the Spirit Infant stage, leaving him defeated by someone only at the late Spirit Mutation stage.

Luo Chen’s answer was simple, but he knew this matter was not easy. Even with Yun Chang’s influential status, it wasn’t something that could be resolved with a single word. After all, it clearly involved the entire royal house.

There could be no doubt: If this oppressive force bore down upon them, whether their spiritual senses or true essence, both would be bound, leaving them utterly powerless—ready for Xu Ruo Valley to carve them as it pleased.

The white-robed youth was puzzled by the coachman’s behavior. In his view, those living at the bottom of society sought only wealth; in other words, before them, there was nothing that money could not solve.

Song Xiaodong smiled and said nothing more. In truth, she now felt confident enough to match Su Zhentian blow for blow—though such words should not be spoken too hastily.

Qin Pianpian cursed inwardly, feeling endless grievance. Her eyes reddened—she was the one who had been beaten, yet it felt as if she were the criminal. Did he truly not know the difference between truth and lies? Did he honestly think she would help him escape?

“Alright, everyone follow me.” With a wave, Ning Haoyu summoned more than thirty enormous birds that drew near from afar.

Sure, one could call the police directly, but in that case Li Daoshi might not implicate Lao Wai. A mere charge of running a gambling den would be meaningless. Only by forcing the old Daoist to a dead end would he drag Lao Wai down with him.

A painting without a seal or signature was also a form of provocation, showing no fear of Dragon Soul.

Now that the house had heating, the temperature inside was twenty-seven or twenty-eight degrees—not just warm, but almost hot. So Song Xiaodong and her friends wore nothing but cool summer pajamas.

He shared thoughts he’d long pondered, and sure enough, when Li Hui heard his reasoning, his eyes lit up with inspiration.

Arriving in the Qin dynasty meant assuming the identity of the First Emperor’s eldest son, granting him direct access to the core of the imperial court.

Because of his interruption, Ao Yue never fully transformed—his true form remained trapped within Huang Family Island’s Fortune Mountain.

Jian Dan found Bo San rather amusing. Although cultivated as a young master by his family, he seemed unexpectedly close to his relatives, never angry when his family treated him as a joke. In fact, he hoped they would see him as their source of joy, willingly becoming their jester.