Chapter 25

Strictly speaking, there is only one precedent, for the Seventh Princess clearly violated the celestial law forbidding unions between immortals and mortals. However, if the Erlang Shen case were to follow, then they would have no more scruples. It is evident that many gods and immortals have already come to view Erlang Shen as their pathfinder to test the waters.

Luo Miaoshu has been exhausted lately, but who could blame her when she is riding the high of wielding "great power" for the first time? Thus, even though she has been rushing about constantly these days, she does not feel tired at all.

Looking ahead, Ming Feng has already appeared by Feng Mu'er's side, and the lethal Seven-Star Slash has been broken.

To know what happened earlier, the best course would be to ask Nanny Zhou, but Xiang Zhui dares not. After some thought, she left the building and headed straight for the moon gate.

In the end, a zither player emerged from the landscape, clutching a zither. No one knows what was discussed between the player and Chu Baiyi; it is only known that from that day on, the world gained two more legends.

Jing Yun did not understand the meaning behind Luo Pingyan’s nonsensical remark, so he was in no hurry to comment, merely arching an eyebrow to signal for her to continue.

Every alien present who had intended to attack froze instantly, terrified as if they had seen a hellish demon descend upon the mortal world. They dared not move a muscle, stunned and paralyzed exactly where they stood.

Jing Yun could not fathom whether Lady Jiang had intercepted Luo Pingyan, if the two had met by chance, or if they had arranged to meet here. They had few people with them, and he was too far away to hear what they were saying or see the expressions on their faces.

It was only then that he realized there was no "other self" around him. He instantly understood that he had fallen into an illusion, and it was only thanks to the roar from White Eyebrow—imbued with spiritual power—that he had regained his senses. Otherwise, if it had continued, he feared he would have eventually perished by his own hand.

"Ready yourself, I am about to strike." With his spear in hand, He Qingyu instantly became imposing and overbearing.

Ding Rongfa had arrived early to wait, his eyes fixed intently on the people at the main gate, scanning every face twice for fear of missing anyone.

Yang Ze eventually had to use all his powers of persuasion and present evidence before Chu Qiancheng would let him in. Walking along the gravel path, he watched the large fountain in the center spraying water, and if he listened closely, he could hear the sound of the babbling stream.

Lu Ziqiao pulled out his knock-off Phelps waterproof phone and said proudly, as if he were showing off something truly remarkable.

Ren Chuan nodded immediately in agreement. "Exactly. No one sells goods like that. So, Mr. Cheng Yong is actually just helping leukemia patients purchase medicine, because many of them do not know how to buy it themselves; Mr. Cheng Yong is merely assisting them."

This painting turned out to be one that Su Xingxing had created years ago when she first started livestreaming her art.

Liu Sanyan’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably. She truly could not fathom why Ding Yi had suddenly undergone such a drastic change in temperament. Though he had never treated her well in the past, he had merely ignored her, treating her as a stranger rather than tearing off the mask and bringing their conflict out into the open as he was doing now.

That’s right, Ding Yi had "spun a story," summarizing Ding Rongfa’s plight in a few short sentences, and had even thoughtfully written a brief script for him.

Since they had saved her life, how could Ye Qianqiu not repay them? Yet, after examining them thoroughly, she still could not discover what was wrong with the two spirit beasts.

To put it bluntly, Luo Zijun and He Han had long been at odds due to their conflicting values.

After making all the arrangements, Fang Weiguo shouldered his two backpacks and left the base. Today was August 31st, and the day for the lucky draw was approaching once again.

The Shuiye Empire, unsurprisingly, also had saints participating in the battle. Moreover, the situation at the Kunlun Hall was not looking good, though Bai Juechen was guarding the hall, and the situation was barely manageable.

This kind of work was effortless for Su Jinman, especially in such a refreshing environment, which made the task feel all the more pleasant.

Deep in the night, the inner palace appeared calm on the surface. This was especially true of the Zhaoyang Palace, which was feared and avoided by those in the palace. It was unlit, with only the silver charcoal in the bedchamber casting a dim glow, while outside the palace, nothing could be seen but absolute darkness.

After sending off Jin Shiba, Zhao Ping'an stayed obediently in the tea shed, mentally rehearsing the rescue operation that was about to unfold.

Yue Ling hoped that she could help her return to the Immortal Realm, while Bilang hoped that the Dragon Vein could assist him in returning there as well.

She gritted her teeth and held on, never expecting that her mind would be filled with darkness, as if the entire world had shut its doors and windows. In the end, she gave up, and for some reason, she remembered the Taoist priest she had encountered by chance. He had said: "Everything has its own destiny; what is meant to come will come naturally, so why rush?"

The Demon King laughed heartily, suddenly let out a roar, and broke free from Chu Yunxiao’s grasp, transforming into a streak of ghostly light that darted into the center of Chu Yunxiao’s brow.

If Yu Yichen knew that his previous "advertising" was actually the resentment of Chuck Phillips, he would surely demand an apology.

Five submarines and one supply ship remained in the Bohai Strait. The strait was no more than one hundred kilometers from north to south; with five submarines positioned there, no one could enter or exit without permission. It carried the distinct air of, "If you want to pass, you must pay the toll."

"The three of you, forgive my intrusive question, but do you believe in dragons?" Xiao Mufun felt that the three people before him were rather strange, speaking such impractical nonsense as if they were under some kind of spell.