Chapter 1198: Printing Newspapers? I Can Help Too

Just as Lu Yang had said, no one was better suited for the interview than Meng Jingzhou. Moved by the sight of Lu Yang shamelessly begging him, Meng Jingzhou had no choice but to agree.

Lu Yang did not even need to trouble himself with the newspaper headline; Meng Jingzhou had already devised one for him: Young Hero Lu Eradicates the City Lord while Incarnate in the Mortal Realm.

"Well then, Daoist Brother Lu Yang, could you describe how you fought Yang Kongtong, the Hierarch of the Heartless Cult, at that time?" Meng Jingzhou quickly adapted to the role of interviewer.

Perhaps it was the blessings of a past life, or perhaps it was the innate wisdom of this one, a stroke of pure fortune. Yet now, the faint trace of spiritual aura within him had long departed, vanished alongside that resonant cry of "Better to Return" over the town of Qingfeng.

In truth, Damo found himself secretly harboring a fondness for this sensation. How long had it been since he was driven to such a state of breathless suspense? How long since he had focused so entirely upon a single task? Were it not for the immediate crisis of life and death, Damo would have thoroughly relished this feeling.

To the west of this immortal realm lay a "Demon City" comprised of demonic cultivators. Each person within was once a qualified candidate of the celestial court who later turned to the cultivation of demonic arts; naturally, the native factions of the immortal realm were also numerous within its walls.

Thus, even in his slumber, Su Muzhe felt his mind buzzing incessantly, trapped in a relentless cascade of nightmares.

Aside from this, even on the Day of the Ghost Gate Openings during the Ghost Festival, people were permitted to remain for only a single day.

Such occurrences were indeed rare within Academy City, given that the vast majority of its inhabitants were students.

Dongfang Yuechen was determined to obtain the Five Spiritual Pearls at all costs, and among them, the Water Spiritual Pearl was the supreme treasure of the entire Nanzhao Kingdom.

"Understood!" Cao Qingdi cast a deep, lingering look at Zhao Ping'an, said no more, and prepared to rejoin the ranks.

Displaying too insights into warfare before the future Fourth Hokage was by no means a wise move.

"Old Yang, you didn't have too much to drink last night and fail to sober up yet, did you?" Li Guangwei reached out with an exaggerated gesture, aiming for Yang Wang's forehead.

The Fallen Angel Wings resembled the wings of the fallen angels from Western legends, each spanning over three meters in length. Their feathers were as pitch-black as ink; a single glance left one with the terrifying sensation of plunging into an abyss, accompanied by a wave of physical frailty.

"Ghost Hand and Rain Demon have been kidnapped, and many are involved. It seems that Ghost Slaughter has offered an even more bountiful bounty," Ye Tian replied, his brow furrowing slightly.

Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down from their foreheads drop by drop. After a stalemate lasting roughly a minute, the atmosphere within the mourning hall seemed to shift, losing some of its previous icy chill.

Emperor Daoyan suddenly sighed and said, "Young Master Yang, though I know I am no match for you, I have no choice but to take action. However, I hope that you will face me yourself." Losing to Yang Feng was far preferable to losing to a delicate, beautiful woman; his masculine pride was certainly no illusion.

Assisting Chen Banshan onto the couch, He Qi drew the quilt over him once Chen Banshan had lain down.

Zhao Yunze requested a leave of absence for Cheng Chumo at the martial academy, and together with Cheng Chuliang, the three of them traveled north of Chang'an City to welcome Cheng Yaojin. Naturally, many court officials were also present to receive him.

Beholding the burning passion in Wang Xuanyuan's eyes, Shen Tianyu harbored a guilty conscience in his heart.

Only then did Su Mi realize that cold sweat had drenched her entire body, sending a sharp shiver through her as the winter wind blew.

The seal mentioned by the Dragon Sovereign had been destroyed a step ahead, and it remained unknown whether the Earth Star Stone within had perished along with the seal or had been carried away.

Leaning against the wall, Su Mi set the water bucket aside. She blew gently upon her red and swollen palms. This wretched weather was already freezing cold, and winter had only just begun.

"That is the lifeline of the Ghost Coral. If you destroy it, the entire coral will wither and die, and those who are trapped can be saved," A'Bai said.