Chapter 133: Where Is Xing Jue?

Something felt off. Si Yao couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but it seemed as though the dim, flickering light of the kerosene lamp was all reflected in Xing Jue’s eyes, shimmering faintly like tears.

Her heart twisted painfully. When Xing Jue pressed his lips to hers, she covered his mouth and whispered, “Xing Jue, you promised me—it’s not until the day after tomorrow.”

He propped his arm up and looked at her. “I know.”

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“You don’t have to put on that act with me. I know you’re still not convinced,” Luo Haisheng said bluntly, voicing what Hou Zhijun had been thinking.

Meanwhile, Madam Cheng from the fifth branch, upon hearing that the fifth house had a legitimate heir, was also pleased and brought her maids to offer congratulations.

“By the way, do you still remember what you said to me before?” Lubrum glanced toward Nangong Zaoye, who sat quietly.

Suddenly, everyone’s expressions shifted simultaneously. They had returned to their original world. The true Star Lord once again transformed into a statue. The true god, Qiong Guang, seemed as if he wanted to leap up from the ground but collapsed back down instead.

Perhaps it was because she was still protected inside a cocoon-like state. Her limbs were tightly folded together as she floated in midair, resembling a spindle or, more aptly, a mummy sealed within a coffin, awaiting the unveiling of the final seal upon her body.

During this process, two motorcyclists lost their footing and fell due to the collision caused by the vehicle.

Considering all factors, Mu Shen’s ability to submit five level-two ordinary mortal artifacts each month and deliver one treasured item a year was already quite impressive.

The copper wire looked as if it had been frequently handled, polished to a smooth sheen, and threaded with a red string. When held up to the sunlight, it seemed as though the copper coin emitted a faint, radiant glow.

“Senior Fen Tian, now that this demonic beast has been eliminated, where do you intend to go?” Lin Dong directed his gaze toward the elder Fen Tian and asked.

Lin Dong sneered inwardly, paying no heed. With a swift movement, he stepped back rapidly, riding on the sword’s gleam. As he retreated, he flicked his sleeve, infusing two thousand Pure Yuan Pills once more into the puppet’s body.

The second round of the comprehensive poison technique evaluation was to break through a poisonous formation, with the first to pass declared the champion of this year’s Poison King Tournament.

It seemed as though overnight, the streets of Amsterdam were filled with well-dressed individuals exhaling clouds of smoke, praising the tobacco for its healing and invigorating properties. In truth, they were all plants hired by Philips! This was the same trick Lord Shan Shan had used back in the day, a tactic worn out in the Song Dynasty.

“You’re selling at a low price, but low price means poor quality,” Huang Yunshan expressed dissatisfaction with Jia Yuanyuan’s behavior and directly opposed her.

Thunder rumbled loudly as dozens of lightning bolts coalesced into a thick pillar of electricity. Just as the black mist was about to strike Mu Xichen, the powerful airflow compressed the air before him so intensely that, for a moment, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to part, creating a vacuum.

The freshly crafted silver jewelry, set against the backdrop of dark silk, appeared even more radiant and beautiful. With their novel designs, under the lamp’s glow, they rivaled gold ornaments.

The big man climbed into the car carrying a pile of items, tossed a cheap T-shirt and a bottle of water to Jia Ba, then continued driving.

“Keep it up!” Yu Wushang glanced secretly at the Fire Phoenix and mimicked Shi Quan’s encouragement.

The clouds were truly strange. Radiating outward from the faintly visible sun in concentric circles, they appeared shattered by some unseen airflow yet maintained their overall pattern, like fish scales arranged in a circular formation planned by invisible hands. Upon close inspection, it was quite unsettling.

Jin Yilang saw that Shi Quan bore no arrogance and was courteous and polite. He silently praised him—someone so young, wealthy yet humble, accomplished yet modest, was destined to rise like a dragon turning into a phoenix.

In truth, the Lost Soul Valley produced an abundance of rare treasures thanks to its extraordinary spiritual energy. Yet for Meng Qi, it wasn’t necessarily better than the outside world where moonlight was absorbed. The main reason was that Meng Qi had been holed up here for nearly half a month like a prisoner, unknowingly absorbing a considerable amount of green energy into his body.