Chapter 1212: In the End, Are You the Immortal or Am I the Immortal?

Are you joking? Meng the Gentleman was no fool; the adversary was blindingly, absurdly powerful, so why would he be stubborn enough to force a clash?

What of immortals? An immortal was still a man, and men knew when to yield—it was a simple law of nature.

As for young Jingzhou, your ancestor is powerless and has failed you; you had best remain a paragone of virtue.

Lu Yang unearthed Meng Jingzhou from the pit with a playful, cheeky grin, feeling a touch embarrassed as Old Meng kept staring back with a deeply resentful gaze.

"Alright,

With the vast perception of the White Eye, Zhu Qi easily picked up the trail of that immortal beauty, and before long, he managed to locate her.

This spectacle drove the pursuing peasant soldiers to keep an even greater distance; even the centaur took half a step back, aiming its cavalry bow directly at Kakar.

Li Enhui was certain this was a zombie because she knew this particular class of infected inside out, yet ordinary folk in a panic might not have been able to tell the difference so readily.

"Abu, it is time to depart; you have labored far too long. Come rest awhile inside the gourd," Jiang Yun commanded.

They discussed for a good while without arriving at any reliable conclusion, all while the Senior Zombie King stood by, hoarsely and cheerfully chattering about something.

In truth, how could he have known that Evil Wind’s words were by no means a perfunctory brush-off? With the program assisting his cultivation, his immediate issues were resolved, meaning there was effectively nothing left to ask until his cultivation stabilized.

Because Tianming’s realm was so far removed from that of his family, no one noticed this time that he had ascended yet another level, nor would they ever imagine he could break through once more in a mere half-month.

"Ancestor Blood Mist, it has been a long time. When old friends meet, won't you come out and welcome us?" a white-haired old man said with a sinister smile.

Whoosh! This time Jiang Yun failed to have his way and grabbed empty air; Wei Airong, already severely wounded, was snatched mid-air by the highly cultivated Tu Can and shielded behind him.

The ground here was hard, undoubtedly engineered by human hands, and the further inward they ventured, the heavier the surrounding ghostly yin energy became.

This time he did not return to his room but emerged directly in the courtyard, his face glowing with pure delight; having successfully fused the lightning seal, though the results were yet unseen, he knew in his heart that the chance of success was absolute, and now he only needed sufficient time to obtain a double-layered lightning seal.

What a rogue world this was! Gentle words and a kind demeanor would get one nowhere; only with guns, artillery, and raw power could one truly claim a foothold.

The Marquis of Western Berths rebuked him in disappointment; he had initially thought the shattering of the Reincarnation Terrace might truly be linked to Li Mu, but seeing Li Mu in such a wretched state was utterly disgraceful and profoundly disappointing, and with that thought, he lost all interest in him, stepping away with a gloomy heart.

Liu Tingting rose and said, "Since that is the case, let us wait outside. If he dares return, we must show absolutely no leniency." With that, she turned and walked out of the inn.

In the end, the rest of us boarded the final vehicle, while the two brothers left behind set fire to the temporary base, reducing it to ashes—it was only a collection of tents anyway—and those remaining brothers would wait for us at another chosen location.

When he spoke of home, his gaze shifted toward Ye Luo, and Wu Zhen and the others smiled as well, their eyes falling upon Ye Luo.

Of course, that person only acted so because Lei Xingfeng was human; had Lei Xingfeng been an outsider, he would have either fled or fought to the death, for there was no reasoning with outsiders, and the same applied to star beasts.

Hearing Ma Cong's words, Chen Zhong suddenly realized that the Palace of the Prince of Hainan ought to put forward some guiding principles; otherwise, outsiders would harbor immense misunderstandings or even criticism toward the Palace, which would greatly hinder the grand cause of unifying Hainan.

Her sense of smell had always been terribly dull, which was why only now did she catch the scent—the fatal, immortal aroma wafting from Tang Sanzang's wounded thigh.