Chapter 1189: The Second Battle Between the Ninefold Immortal and Siming

What are your plans, Jiuchong? Do you intend to remain within this white jade tablet?

Having successfully handed over Siming as hush money, the Immortal Fairy found herself in excellent spirits.

So Jiuchong has spent all these years hidden inside the wordless white jade tablet?

At this moment, the absolute northern expanse remained locked in a domain of absolute zero. Everyone was frozen still like ice sculptures, and even the Snow Emperor had not escaped, entombed solid in ice. Ying Tianxian curiously inspected the white jade tablet hanging from the Snow Emperor's chest.

The foreign powerhouses stared at Chen Long, and Chen Long stared back at the gathering of foreign powerhouses, yet he noticed that Yu Bichi was nowhere among them.

Yuan Qingqing returned the Liang family's donkey cart. Since Qin Ze had already paid, they headed straight home.

It was only because the spirit stones accumulated over many days within those hundreds of spirit pools had vanished completely, leaving dense clusters of spirit footprints all around the pools.

Chu Xuan felt the same; with his physique, even temperatures of forty or fifty degrees below zero could not make him feel the chill.

Change it. True to the nature of Gongsun Shu, he remained ever unconventional and refined, holding onto his arrogance despite having been at a disadvantage for so long.

Lord Fu also held a degree of military authority and possessed deep ties to the state, making it entirely proper to come down and establish an acquaintance.

So Chu Xuan thought, but his complete lack of movement and his passive acceptance of the mockery looked to Chen Bo and Liu Mei like sheer weakness and an inability to resist.

As Taxue galloped away, Tang Li could finally concentrate on his cultivation and began to meditate once more. Yet before he could settle into a peaceful trance, the man and the dog inside the house began to stir up a chaotic racket again.

With an afternoon's work, the thick paste was poured into large vats, sealed, and left to settle, ensuring they would obtain six catties of starch by tomorrow morning.

The Equinox Flower blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years, flowers and leaves never destined to meet. Love is independent of cause and effect, as fate decrees life and death; this is the cycle of destiny for the ancient Equinox Flower clan. Shu Xiaoying recalled a saying her grandfather had once told her.

Later, as divine power grew more abundant and certain deities even began to trade blows over it, these gods realized that continuing in this manner would throw everything into chaos, resulting in losses for everyone.

Look, that fellow Wang Yun sent a golden crown, wanting to invite me to his manor as a guest! Lu Bu said, pointing at the golden crown on the ground.

Seeing Lady Qianye make her move, Li Zhiyuan immediately leaped onto the head of the patterned beast, drew the Sun-Shooting Bow, and nocked an arrow, launching a shaft of spiritual energy toward Lady Qianye.

The old man advanced with swift, elongated strides, catching up behind the Blood River Ancestor and the Qiumu Dragon Perfected Lord in an instant, leaving a gap of a mere ten meters between them.

The emerald-green foliage grew grander and wider at the apex, gradually converging at the top to form something akin to a vaulted roof.

A week later, just as Li Zhiyuan had consolidated his internal Dao foundation to flawless perfection and was on the verge of condensing his Golden Core, news arrived from Western Xiang. Qin Zhenghong informed him over the phone that Teng Li intended to marry Bai Qianhong on the Mid-Autumn Festival.

After the fifteen heavenly thunders ceased, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood remained on the ground. This was no metaphor; it was truly a mountain of flesh piled high with corpses and shredded meat, a literal ocean overflowing with blood. The scene could only be described as a living hell, a sight that never should have appeared in the light of day.

Slapping the face is always... always better than constantly striking there! Qin Yi argued for himself with a flushed face. Clearly, facing Chen Qian's countless underhanded strikes during the battle had left a wellspring of resentment in Qin Yi's heart, which was why he would not rest until he had beaten Chen Qian's face into a swollen mess.

Encountering a cultivation fanatic like Chu Tianxia meant that the slightest negligence would leave one far behind; he was the most formidable rival Zhao Yuanshan had ever encountered in his life.

The crowd stood frozen in shock, completely speechless, and even the bar security dared not approach, fearing they might come out on the losing end.

She looked at me nervously, pleading that we talk things through, but I gave a wicked smile, insisting that we must. Reaching out, I held her tightly and slipped my hand beneath her cotton coat to touch her chest, squeezing firmly.