Lord of the Eastern Immortals

Early in the morning, Xie Qingfa heard from Pei Jiangyu that those two troublemakers were nowhere to be found in their rooms. Even their beds showed no sign of having been slept in. He wasn’t particularly worried about them; after sending a message to Ji Ningzhao, he began his morning routine and set out for the Zhou family.

Once everything was ready, he checked his phone and saw Ji Ningzhao had already replied. She explained that something had happened last night to the special personnel stationed at Tianxing Garden. She went back to assess the situation and simply decided to sleep in her own place.

A crimson jade band adorned her brow, the aura of elegance breaking across her dawn-lit features—one sorrow, one joy, one futility, one blade of grass, one tree, one beauty! Who could be described so, but her?

Xiahou Zichen buried his head deeply, his gloomy amber eyes growing heavier upon hearing her plea for mercy, the force in his hands gradually increasing.

Anyone who could hire Wang Yubo, a demolition expert of his caliber, could not be ordinary. Could it be Chen Jiayi?

The ancient trees shimmered emerald, as if ripples of light danced across their leaves. Luminous green glows floated on the wind, and the imposing form of the ancestral spirit beast appeared amidst the radiance.

“I’ve run into a bit of trouble here. I’ll explain in detail when we meet. How are things on your end?” I could hear the concern in Wang Gang’s voice.

He remembered how he once fought fiercely for three days and nights. When he returned, he was scarcely distinguishable from the dead. Even now, his legs didn’t work quite right, a lingering ailment from those days.

“Hmph! No food has been found, and you brought so many people back. In a few days, we’ll all be starving together!” The mayor swept his sleeves and departed in anger.

“Don’t worry, Lady Meng. We’ve found a group, and I believe they’ll help us search for food,” Hu Yan replied.

As Yi Chuan finished speaking, a hoarse voice suddenly rang out from atop the city wall. Yi Chuan looked up, and where once the wall had been deserted, a mysterious figure clad in a black robe had appeared.

Even the usually aloof and proud Shan Nai, upon witnessing this joyful scene, couldn’t help but lift the corners of her mouth in a faint smile.

Hearing this, Park Inhyuk’s unease only deepened. Surely, something had to be done.

Upon hearing Lao Jia’s offer, Mu Bai was somewhat surprised. The price was clearly generous; he hadn’t expected such directness. After a brief consideration, he agreed.

Chen Fan walked at the end of the group, not forgetting the look Long Qingyun gave him at the assembly—a gaze filled with resentment, or perhaps the predatory eyes of a hunter.

Today marked the thirteenth day since the cell activation serum had been sprayed. After consulting via video call with Zhao Xin, Xiao Haiyang, and Zhang Badu, they decided to request support from the base or arrange for the transfer of these newly awakened individuals.

Within the arts of witchcraft, only two lineages are considered orthodox: the blood witches of the Witch Queen, and the venom witches of the Five Venoms Sect.

Keisha was dead; she bore no hatred toward Angel Yan or He Xi, and was no longer opposed to the angels.

Not long after, a colossal manifestation wielding a dust whisk, its form larger than Earth itself, slowly materialized in outer space.

If there were immortals in the Earth Sect, it was likely they had touched the upper echelons of this world, even glimpsed the divine. After all, in a world where “Golden Core” was the norm, immortality began at “Qi Refining,” and the gap between Golden Core deities and immortals was not insurmountable.

“Or do you think I deserve the abuse and the beatings, but he gets slapped just once and suddenly I’m the villain?” Qian Xuan, unable to control her temper, questioned Zuo Jue.

This fool was quite simple-minded. His master gave him the task of holding an umbrella, so from then on he never parted with it. Unless Xue Huairen gave the order, no one could make him lay it down. Why, then, had he suddenly handed the umbrella over today?

It wasn’t that he minded the small number of people; it was just that, after revealing such an important item as the sheepskin parchment, the cult had only sent three assassin-like figures to pursue him. Something about it didn’t sit right.

Xuan Li looked astonished, while inside the test kitchen, Zheng Ke, after tasting the dish before him, shook his head, seemingly dissatisfied with the outcome.