Chapter 1207: Master and Disciple Showdown

Yun Mengmeng, listening to Qinghe introducting at such great length, only then remembered what she was supposed to do, and hurriedly knelt down to kowtow.

"Your subject pays respects to Your Majesty!"

With the Emperor making an appearance before a stranger, she, the grand Minister of Rites, absolutely had to arrange the grandest pomp.

Yet the court historian Qinghe had moved too quickly, stealing the march to establish the spectacle, leaving her with nothing to do but shout a couple of times.

Everyone present was astonished by the immortal fairy's emergence, save for Yun Zhi, who remained as ever silently picking at her food and eating.

Li Guo'er turned her head toward Ye Zhong, her large eyes blinking as she looked at him, sending her earrings and the simple ornaments upon her hair tracing a flawless arc.

When the third crystal of inheritance materialized, only to vanish without a trace upon her attempt to claim it, Xu Wuyou grew entirely certain of her conjecture.

A few seconds after Daoist Shouyi pressed the payment button, the slight, violent crackle of a sudden electrical surge erupted through the room.

Tang Ning smiled, utterly devoid of any discomfort, as though what she wore were not pajamas at all, but a fitting, elegant gown.

"Very well, but I shall require a few helpers." Black Mountain pondered for a brief moment before ultimately assenting to White Ancestor's suggestion.

Such was the habit of crocodiles, though some claimed it was a matter of their physical anatomy; yet whatever the true reason, no one cared to watch them weep while they dined.

Xiao Mei'er stroked the rolling swells of her chest from top to bottom, soothing her breath, causing the eyes of the few remaining male disciples opposite her to stare straight and rigid.

Indeed, human factors often wrought far greater casualties than environmental ones—a law that held equally true in the realm of cultivation.

"Because it disconnected from the machine lifeform network," Sophia murmured from far away in the base, her gaze fixed contemplatively upon the strangely dressed machine lifeform before her.

She knew not why she felt such an impulse; the boy was not remarkably handsome, fair-featured at best, yet he seemed to possess a certain magic that drew her in.

Xi Xiaye drew a deep, shuddering breath, forcing back the burning heat in her eyes, and tightly embraced the freezing form that Su Nan pressed against her.

"My thanks for your concern, Big Brother, it is just..." A flash of murderous intent flickered across Tyrant Blade's face, evidently recalling once more the tragic fate of their clan.

Mu Yuchen spoke in a low murmur, pulling the corner of the quilt over him, before turning off the bedside lamp—leaving only the corridor light outside—and slowly departing the room.

Beholding the black bear, Lin Xiang's eyes gleamed with a fierce light, betraying a deep greed and longing; after all, bear paws were a pinnacle delicacy, and to taste a purely wild one was a rare prize hard to buy for ten thousand pieces of gold, his mouth already watering slightly.

He took a step forward, his stride as steady as Mount Tai, neatly evading Jin Ya's assault, and with a strike of his palm delivered squarely to her shoulder, sent her collapsing to the ground, clutching herself as she whimpered softly.

Jun Yunqing furrowed her brows as she looked at Pei Yu's face, which practically demanded gratitude, wondering why the woman was so absolutely certain about Bei Mingying that she would rather use a promise to let her go as leverage for an exchange.

Mu Tangchuan recalled the matters between Su Zhengxun and Xie Jiajia, and at this moment, felt a touch of wry amusement rising in his heart.

Ji Yun opened his eyes to glance at the boulder Jian Wuchen was pointing toward, and recalculated everything in his mind: the Net of Heaven and Earth formation, nine at the head and one at the tail, three to the left and seven to the right, two and four as the shoulders, six and eight as the feet, with five abiding at the center; the supreme position of Nine-Five sits at upper nine and right five, retreating seven and advancing one upon meeting three.

"That should be impossible! The elemental wings clearly cannot be manifested here!" Tu Linglong was struck with dismay, for the chaotic elemental aura of this place would not only cause elemental spells to fail, but would even prevent the manifestation of elemental wings of the Magic God rank.

According to the Eye of Tracking Equipment, the airdrop airplane was still marked with a positioning icon, upon which a dialogue box reading "Airdrop Box" was also annotated.

The current scene was bizarre in the extreme; though Peng Jun clearly had over a dozen holes put through him and was bleeding profusely all over, his complexion remained as ruddy as ever, showing not the slightest symptom of excessive blood loss, and his voice was still resonant with strength.