Chapter 34: The White Lotus Reveals Her True Colors

At that moment, the director walked over from the set.
“Jiang Yu, is ten minutes enough? Don’t drag things out at the last moment.”
The director was brash, emboldened by the knowledge that the relationship between Jiang Yu and President Fu had collapsed.
Without President Fu to shield her, everyone now found an excuse to step on her.
Jiang Yu turned around, suppressing her dissatisfaction, her tone cool yet still courteous.
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Later that evening, around half past six, Li Chengjie and Kim Yilin, both carefully dressed and carrying gifts, arrived at Park So-yeon's residence in Hannam-dong, LS District, Seoul.
The patriarch of the Gong family, his golden skin now fractured like shattered glass, had finally reached his physical limit—a body once invincible was on the verge of breaking apart.
It was said that when young supremos break through the Dragon-Tiger realm, the true form of dragon and tiger would manifest, connecting heaven and earth in a display of extraordinary phenomena.
The Star Emperor suddenly coughed up blood, hurled backward dozens of yards, his eyes filled with terror.
Even more astonishing, the armor of the Underworld Mountain erupted with a fierce surge of true energy, rapidly coalescing into a formidable formation.
Yan Hanshui, unimpressed, turned away and strode decisively toward the Golden Bridge. “Now, this is where I belong... No one’s watching anyway...” Without hesitation, she leapt onto the bridge.
“Who cares where I came from? If you want to die, I’ll send you off!” Su Wan brandished her Soul Charm Sword, her voice ferocious.
Moreover, this sect cultivated poison, appearing as cruel as demon practitioners. Yet, upon analysis, its cultivation methods resembled those of orthodox Daoism—no harm to life or others in the process. Thus, the Poison Insect Sect, with its peculiar practices, stood as a unique anomaly in the world of immortals, distinct and solitary.

Next, Qin Hai followed the old cauldron’s instructions, using innate Dao energy to dismantle the foundation of the array one by one. Once the foundation weakened, he would forcefully damage it to open the altar.
Ye Fei did not pay much attention. Having lost his memory, he recalled nothing of his past, nor of his cultivation. Now, he was simply an ordinary man, spending his days peacefully with his wife, Gongsun Xian’er.
Unable to conjure the twenty-first layer of fist shadows, Shi Sansheng sighed inwardly. Yet he didn’t know that the “Stacked Wave Fist” he had layered twenty times was a feat no one throughout history had ever achieved.
He could not describe the nature of that power; it felt resilient and hopeful, as the people of Yue City grew increasingly aware of human ethics and the strength of order and rules.
“Don’t eat leftovers.” Jun Jinghan lifted the tray and took it outside, where Qin Ye, ever considerate, was waiting and took the tray downstairs.
To be forced into flight by a beginner-level Three-Star Martial Lord—if word of this spread, it would become a laughingstock among fellow cultivators.
You followed me into the army when you were barely a teen; most worldly matters are a blank for you. Look at you, just over twenty, marrying at a moment’s notice, with little time left to spend with your parents.
“That’s true; it seems her relationship with Lord Wang is far more complicated than I imagined.” Fang Jue responded quietly.
“All right, I’ll leave this to you. I’m heading out,” Xia Ming waved, preparing to leave with Luo Yuxi.
“Wang Qinghou has rebelled in the north.” Yin An spoke without a trace of subtlety, direct and startling in her bluntness.
Such a voice echoed through the crowd, prompting harsh rebukes from all present. Clearly, everyone was wary of this unfamiliar voice.
Tian Fan sneered, standing alone, his body shrouded in divine radiance, a unique domain unfolding around him, isolating him from the thunder’s glare.
Witnessing such a horrifying fate, no one wished to be the next unlucky soul crushed by a boulder. Some ordinary soldiers, filled with fear, cried out and tried to retreat.
Qian Chao and the others noticed the leopard-headed monster around the same time; before Di Jia could finish his warning, they each grabbed their weapons and charged forward.

“Master, I’ve memorized it!” Wang Tian stared unblinkingly at the beauty, answering softly.
Brophy’s view was that Nabtab Naya likewise believed so; but what was the significance of the varying distances between these giant stones and the central point?
Saint, the pinnacle of this universe, above all else—origin of heaven and earth, order of the Great Dao—none of these mattered. The Heaven-Destroying Sword was the supreme sacred artifact; if it revived on its own, it could rival a saintly monarch, truly invincible.
“Don’t worry, you have no serious ailments!” He tidied up the old man’s clothes and then walked toward the door.
The Rainbow Project, born of the Philadelphia Experiment, was a research codename investigating the Eldridge’s experiences. It involved “magnetic bottle” technology, which led to today’s stealth fighters.
The Demon King scratched his head awkwardly and began stuffing food into his mouth, all the while glaring at Ye Hen, who was enjoying moonlit delicacies; if looks could kill, Ye Hen would have perished on the spot.
That day, the group traversed eight hundred miles of Yellow Wind Ridge, entering a stretch of flatlands to the west. The sun sped by, summer gave way to autumn, and they heard the mournful cry of cicadas among withered willows as great fires flowed westward. On their journey, they suddenly encountered a raging torrent, its waves wild and surging.
Wu Shun’s intentions were good, but somewhat naïve. The armies of Yuan and Cao, tense and ready for conflict, were advancing slowly toward Hangu Pass, resting by day and moving by night.
The instant Xu Le sent forth his wondrous insights, Luo Shen’s accumulated doubts about spiritual arts became clear, and she comprehended them all.
The ostrich auspice that Bu Liangbai took away had news by afternoon; Zhao Ji boldly presented it to the Qin court in the name of Lao Ai.
At this thought, Wu Tian suddenly wondered: If the Heavenly Dao could move, then the one here might not be inferior to the Dao of the primordial world—intelligent, capable of seeking benefit and avoiding harm.