Chapter 120: The Island Abundant with Spiritual Energy

Ning Xi’er did not understand at first, but once the underlying meaning dawned on her, she grew bashful and angry, flinging a towel right into Ji Yebai’s face.

She took a large white cloth bag, pulled it over her body, and cut out two holes for her eyes to avoid being blinded.

"The Heart Demon? Impossible. The Heart Demon has not appeared in the world for many years; he is the Ancestor of Heavenly Demons, the source of all evil!" the Jade Emperor remarked, sounding unconvinced.

At present, Qin Yifan was in hiding somewhere in Dajing. Although there were garrison generals in Jinzhou, they lacked the authority to negotiate. Upon learning that Dajing had lost the Fourth Prince, the An Kingdom immediately dispatched the Third Prince, Qin Feifan, south to Wulanketong to liaise with Dajing. Consequently, the Jinzhou garrison ordered Su Xiche to be sent to Wulanketong.

Qiao Nan’s renewed bleeding was a clear sign that her body could no longer sustain the pregnancy.

Just then, Old Master Wang brought over some freshly prepared purple-crisp meat, while Wang Jiuzhi arrived with a separate serving of golden-thread honey jujube soup.

Fortunately, the abrasions on his face had scabbed over and peeled by the time he returned to the provincial capital. Combined with how much he had tanned over the last six months, he might not even recognize the injuries himself when looking in the mirror.

What did that mean? Zhao Luo shot up from the dragon throne, his striking eyes fixed intently on Zhu’s. Refuse to be Empress? What on earth was she thinking?

He had assumed they had reached an understanding. Why had events not unfolded as he anticipated? He was Meng Wulan’s maternal uncle! And Meng Wulan’s cousin was Wang Heng’s mother—how could Wang Heng favor an outsider?

Ten minutes later, the couple met with grim expressions. Mother Su recounted everything she knew in the car, and they discussed a preliminary strategy.

Browsing through the comments, most were positive. Yet, it proved the old adage: "People fear fame just as pigs fear fattening." There was no shortage of mindless trolls among the comments, but that did not dampen Zhang Xiao’s good mood as he interacted happily with his fans.

Hao Ren watched from the side, anxious. It was clear that the "hero saving the beauty" had stirred her heart, yet the Dragon General failed to seize the opportunity and instead put her down. He was a blockhead through and through; even if one were to drill holes in him, he would never catch on.

At this moment, Tang Zhong had at least forgotten his confusion, his worries, his fears, and his anxieties. At the very least, he was happy in his sleep.

Perhaps realizing that Lin Lei was the one with authority in the Sharp Ice Special Forces, Ding Yanning did not offer any rebuttal.

Seeing how deeply Fang Yufin slept, Lin Lei could imagine how exhausted she truly was after spending the entire day carrying a large basket through the streets and alleys.

Old Ma was, after all, a native of Linjiang. Despite his modest wealth, his social skills and connections were impressive, and he managed to procure some fine tea for Ding Yi.

"Sister! Sister! Come here, Chen’er has a secret to tell you!" Long Tianchen pulled Gu Ling’er aside, stole a secretive glance at Long Linfei, and spoke to her with a mysterious expression.

Finally, only Old Liu, who was clearing the chessboard, and the onlookers remained with Han Shengqi. Han Shengqi did not leave; he was lost in thought, replaying the duel between the two masters in his mind, so engrossed that he failed to notice the crowd dispersing.

Under the lighting team’s setup, which mimicked the shimmer of moonlight and starlight, complemented by the background structure of the timpani, Zhou Haiyan felt the entire stage effect had truly come together.

As the Hall Master of the Heavenly Gate’s Law Enforcement Hall, Xing Tian naturally distrusted the traitor Huang Qingtian. For years, he had been pursuing him, hoping to capture him and bring him to justice at the Heavenly Gate. Yet, every attempt ended in failure. Moreover, Huang Qingtian’s whereabouts were always elusive, making him difficult to track.

"You can use a potion to recover your HP," Mu Qi said, standing up and wiping her hands with a silk handkerchief. "The cost of making your ID badge will be deducted from your current earnings." Having said that, she walked back without looking back.

Sun Wukong said nothing more, sent another red envelope, left a note saying "This settles your fifty thousand merits," and logged off.

Of course, as a person with a brain, Uesugi Makoto did not troll mindlessly. Instead, he refuted the claims with logic and evidence, which made it less likely to tarnish Teacher Qing’s reputation.

Fortunately, it was already late, and Li Lin did not have to wait long before the workday ended. He saw many workers exiting the distillery, among them Ouyang Yufei, who was chatting with a few staff members as she walked.

As Lucifer’s voice faded, Uriel’s body trembled, and a strong scent of blood emerged from behind him.

Murong Jiao walked around the desk, slowly approached Qin Tian, leaned against the desk, and gazed at him with deep affection.

In the entertainment industry, it was a trend for singers to excel at acting and actors to excel at singing. Now that Lu Qing had made a name for herself through singing, it was only natural for the company to arrange for her to star in a television drama.

Of course, these two mountains also made him instantly realize one thing: the Buddha’s "Sea of Bitterness" pass was likely modeled after the mythological stories of the mortal world.

This was the greatest weakness of an MT like Zhizhu. His dual attributes looked impressive, and they were certainly enough to bully the weak, but once he encountered a master who truly surpassed him in stats, he would be suppressed to the breaking point.

With a loud bang, the blonde hoodlum supported his right hand with his left, took a step back, and kicked the plastic chair he had just been sitting on straight at Qin Tian.

A ray of sunlight shone down through the opening onto Luo Yang’s stunned face, looking indescribably comical.

Ning Feng had been so focused on answering the questions that he had not noticed the sound of Tian Jie’s footsteps. When he suddenly heard her voice, he was startled, fearing that she had found out about the fight yesterday. However, seeing the smile on Tian Jie’s face, Ning Feng knew what it was about.