Chapter 1139: As a Cultivator, One Must Have Backbone!

"Really?" The Immortal Fairy gasped upon hearing Lu Yang's words. Overflowing with joy, she leaped straight down from her imperial throne, tugging insistently at Lu Yang to make him share the grand seat with her.

"Do not fret, Little Yang," she declared. "As long as you run with this immortal, whatever you desire shall be yours. Even the likes of Little Ling and Little He will bow to your whim!"

"Would you care to ascend the throne this very instant?"

"Is the embryonic form of the Immortal Fruit of the Way still sufficient? You possess one immortal vessel, but your true form still lacks one—shall this immortal bestow another upon you?"

"Splendid. Ping'an's livelihood is secured at last. I can completely set my mind at ease now," Song Jinfeng murmured, a gratified smile gracing her lips as the heavy boulder pressing upon her heart finally lifted.

As for the other flight attendants and the captain, they were utterly bewildered, failing to comprehend the rules of the game in the slightest, their faces masks of sheer confusion.

Having confirmed that the entrance to the secret chamber lay precisely here, He Yuzhu began to search high and low throughout the room, seeking the mechanism that would trigger the hidden door.

Before long, Song Jinfeng was wheeled out, escorted back to the ward with the nurse's assistance. Knowing how deeply Song Jinfeng fretted over the infant, He Yuzhu cradled the child and held it close to afford her a glimpse.

Su Ling gazed upon the drab, ash-grey object before her, which bore a striking resemblance to a common bathtub, and fell into a profound abstraction.

"An endeavor of such merit—benefiting the Ministry of Magic above and ordinary wizards below—surely, Mr. Lockhart, you would not refuse?"

Though they remained ignorant of the identity of Xue Chongzi's lady, and clueless as to why she possessed such a rare and precious treasure, they chose not to pry.

He turned around, only to find Zhou Yuting with her back toward him, presently channeling her energy to refine the spiritual aura imbued within the divine delicacy.

At that precise moment, Gong Hongyu abruptly halted his dance. The onlookers imagined he had finally regained his wits, yet to their utter astonishment, he constricted his throat in the next breath and began to sing in a shrill, falsetto wail.

The instant her fingers brushed the jade bracelet, the Jade Clarity Verse within her body stirred into motion, steering its power to absorb the energy bound within the ornament; she distinctly felt her cultivation surge toward the second tier. Denuded of its essence, the jade bracelet crumbled into fine powder.

Jiang Yiyi clutched Zhou Tongtong's hand, veering instantly toward her side, her strength failing as she collapsed limply against her companion's frame.

She perceived a profound, unutterable sorrow, tightly suppressed by Xi Jin beneath a facade of cold indifference like a volcano denied its eruption, churning violently within yet betraying not a single outward trace.

Li Zhiman spoke with an air of casual nonchalance, yet Shao Baibai grew increasingly bewildered; of all these matters... he had been completely in the dark.

Shouldering a broken log roughly two meters in length across her shoulder, she reached out to hoist another, only for her hand to be barred by a sudden intervention.

At this juncture, none could have foreseen that Liang Yongxing, a cultivator of the early Taiyi Golden Immortal stage, would prove so remarkably brittle, subdued by Red Lotus in a single, decisive strike.

Jiang Lian transformed the sweet potatoes into taro balls and mingled them into the milk tea, offering the creation to everyone for a trial taste; without exception, it garnered resounding acclaim.

He had already informed Captain Zhang on the other side regarding the matter of Gao Qiang, yet as for Sylvia, he uttered not a single syllable. Captain Lei listened from the sidelines, finding the entire narrative ring with an uncanny, familiar cadence.

The International Mathematical Olympiad would ultimately weigh their collective merits by the team scores; thus, despite the rising tide of anxiety in her heart, Lin Yu strove to steady her mind, maintaining her composure as she plunged back into the rigorous process of solving the problems.

"Very well! Wherever you wish to go, I shall accompany you to the bitter end." Zhou Ting possessed a premonition that if he withheld his consent, this young maiden would never yield.

On ordinary days, the crowd branded him a madman because his cultivation practices bordered on the fanatical; his natural talents were mediocre, and it was solely through his unyielding Daoist heart that he attained his present height, yet rarely did anyone deign to commend him.

As Zhou Youhai crashed to the earth in death, the twin blade-light he had previously unleashed vanished into thin air in an instant.

The twin engagements thoroughly jolted the military of the nation of Al; they realized that the domestic situation within Al was extraordinarily convoluted. Iron-fisted measures were imperative if societal tranquility was to be defended.

Though that manifestation of Heaven and Earth possessed no head, it fought with fierce and savage valor, clapping its hands together with such force that it crushed the astral lord into a pulp, whereupon its neck wrenched and a fresh head sprouted anew.

Immediately thereafter, he manipulated the power of reversal, completely expelling the azure alien force that had congregated within the elixir field of the Daoist Tianyan, which had been suppressesing the Daoist's cultivation.