Chapter 143: Are Immortal Cultivators So Amazing?

The cultivators of immortality had dealt with the indigenous inhabitants of this world too many times in the past, and as a result, their experience and skill in this regard were of the absolute highest mastery.

Yet contrary to all expectations this time, with a single sweep of the Myriad Soul Banner, those martial artists did not have their souls separated from their bodies to become nourishment for the banner as they had in the past.

Not only that, but with the host of martial artists gathered together, their essence, vital energy, and spirit transformed into a soaring battle intent that coalesced into a single mass, allowing them to actually do battle with the numerous ghosts within the Myriad Soul Banner!

When did this—

Locke also followed the gaze to look, only to discover that in a mere moment, the surrounding area had become packed with people; the three of them had already been completely surrounded, and if they wished to flee again, it was indeed already too late.

A colossal, silver-white illusion spiraled upward, forming a great Yin-Yang array that blanketed the entire room; a black serpent broke forth from the array, swaying its body as it drove straight upward, while one dark shadow after another rushed out from the terracotta horses, all pressed down together beneath the array.

Tong Niuer was also panting with exhaustion, hiding the two large jugs, each half-filled, within the rice straw, thinking they might perhaps be of use in the days to come. Picking up the meatball from the ground, he blew away the dust clinging to it and swallowed it whole.

However, at the same moment he made his move, Shi Quan was by no means idle; he knew the person before him was not one to be provoked lightly, so seizing the opportunity of the opponent's prior carelessness, he struck out in rapid succession.

Hearing her speak in such a manner, a pang of anguish could not help but strike my heart, but I could not simply leave like this, so I said, "Very well, I shall drink with you!" After speaking, I motioned for Sister Fei to bring over several bottles of wine whose names I could not call out, placing them upon the counter.

The moment this thought surfaced in Zhuang Feng's mind, he struck himself with a self-inflicted slap; was this not seeking his own destruction? Their Zhuang clan had managed with great difficulty to keep these people from being exposed during these ten years; to do this would be nothing less than presenting themselves on a platter to be consumed.

"He said at the time that he could sacrifice everything for her." Kaxima was willing to spare no effort in adding color and spice to the narrative in her mouth to achieve a dramatic, vivid effect, her upper lip curling upward with vigor.

"Wow, what beautiful autumn leaves!" Mu Hui leaped down from the tiger's back and ran toward a thick maple tree. As the autumn wind brushed past, the orange-red fallen leaves drifted down in profusion, filled with poetic grace.

Yet as an old-school military man, although he did not particularly favor the current emperor, he still harbored a considerable amount of loyalty toward the imperial Zhao clan.

Hans, who had previously been brimming with confidence, suffered an immediate change of expression upon hearing the commander's words. Meanwhile, Xu Zhu and Liu Kuang beside him, who had remained silent all along, also bore expressions of deep gloom.

This was also the first time I presided over a board of directors meeting, and how should I put it, it caused me to lose a bit of face.

Though the Old Ghost was currently nothing more than a soul form, that wine was brewed by unknown means and was unexpectedly even more potent than the Ancestor of Extinction's Wine of Life and Death; the Old Ghost, with only his soul form remaining, actually became intoxicated merely from smelling the aroma of the wine.

"He likely hates me even more," Yang Qian thought to herself. Su Huaiyuan had fallen ill from the anger she caused him, and Su Yi had always been filial.

Ji Anning and the brothers Gu Yangjing and Gu Yangqing stayed in the side courtyard of Ji Shuzheng and his wife; the room arranged by the Madame Shao was simple and comfortable, precisely the manner that Ji Anning liked.

"Teacher, we know not when that monster will enter the village again. Since we know where she has taken up residence, why do we not go and take a look!" Qiye looked at Shi Hui expectantly.

Ji Anning smiled and nodded gently; she inquired about the Madame Tian's situation, and hearing it said that Ji Shuchao's wife was well in every aspect, her boundless energy made people fret on her behalf.

Bao Xing led the constable to the haunted house and indeed brought back a jar of gold, and the runners who had gone to the north of the city to apprehend the owner and assistants of the Zhang Family Cloth Shop also returned, reporting instead that the owner of the shop was nowhere to be found, while the two assistants lay dead in their home.

When the video concluded, it brought forth yet another new story, concerning whether or not to help an elderly person who had collapsed on the street, and the story of being extorted after rendering aid.

Xuelingzi nodded; the Xuantian Sect and the Great Daluo Heavenly Palace both belonged to the top-tier sects within the Yunlan Domain, and holding a competitive relationship with each other, war could easily break out between them. As an outstanding figure among the disciples of the Xuantian Sect and the future successor of the sect, even if purely out of this consideration, he would agree with Ye Xuan's opinion.