Chapter 69: Gatling

Mo Qianxun placed the two little white tiger cubs into her Universe Pouch. "008, if I put these two little white tigers into the mystic realm, can I still take them out?" The mystic realm was a perilous place, after all. If these two little fellows were left in there on their own, they probably wouldn't survive three days.

[Rest assured, Host. Creatures inside the mystic realm can always be brought out. Besides, placing these two little white tigers in the mystic realm will allow them to acquire even better resources.] 008 recalled that the mystic realm seemed to originally house two—

Peaches blooming everywhere, fragrance lingering through the four seasons. From afar, it resembled a sea of flowers; up close, it felt like an immortal realm. This was the true impression the peach blossom grove gave to Lingyun.

This staff was pitch-black and weighed heavily—it was none other than that dead branch, the dead branch Yang Qi had obtained from Ou Yezi.

Gao Jianchang's strategy was quite good. Of course, all of this premise was built on the condition that Yuan Chang and the others were caught off guard. Unfortunately, Gao Jianchang did not know that Guo Jia had already seen through all of this, destined his actions to end in failure.

Two identities? What identities? Everyone looked at Su Shi. Su Shi flicked open his folding fan, just about to reveal the truth of Qin Chao's identity.

To make such a vow and put it into practice, two prerequisites must be met. The first is that the cultivator must possess the cultivation realm of Destiny Awareness; otherwise, even speaking of a vow is out of the question, leaving them still trapped within desires and no different from ordinary mortals in the mortal realm. The second is having sufficient insight and understanding regarding the vow being undertaken, meaning accumulating the complete realization of the intended aspiration from the so-called boundless knowledge.

"Were it not for the influence of the environment, I'm afraid my two disciples might not be a match for the brave warriors under the command of the Youzhou Governor." Fu Zheng kept his gaze fixed on the battlefield, unable to restrain a sigh of emotion. To be able to take such men as disciples would undoubtedly be a joyful matter.

"Are the dragons in your world all like you, without wings?" Huang Yi asked again.

No matter how sturdy your ship is, and no matter how fragile my wall is, you can only end up with your ship smashed and your life lost, right?

After watching for a long time, until a leopard's roar rang out, Chiling turned over from her sleep and stepped forward. At a single glance, Chiling recognized that the object in Monk Chenxin's hand was none other than the remnant root of the Fire Spirit Divine Tree. Although its shape had changed, the boundless surging aura of fire spirits remained unmistakably vibrant. Instantly, she recalled the Blaze Leopard clan, and her gaze grew heavy.

Just at that moment, an authoritative and deep shout echoed: "Do not panic!" Hearing the voice alone, the Blaze Leopards instantly knew it was the Great Elder. Their hearts rejoiced greatly, and one by one, they choked back their terrified cries.

Wu Shanshan's sweet voice ringing in Director Wu's ears made his imagination run wild.

Uncle Fu was speaking the unvarnished truth, and naturally, no one present laughed at him. Indeed, if certain things are not made clear, people truly will not understand.

The jade pendant was precisely the one I had won from Qiguan Yeying, so I used it as my token of credence in the Rongshe Kingdom.

Under Zhang普's hint, Liu Yingde intentionally kept a low profile. In fact, after asking the questions he wanted to ask, Liu Yingde no longer walked almost side-by-side with the divine doctor Li as he had before.

"Thank you, Master Qin, for fulfilling Wanting's wish." The Nine-Tailed Fox smiled brilliantly, her affectionate and beautiful eyes fluttering twice toward Qin Fan. Then, she hooked her arm through Qin Fan's, drawing closer and closer until the two great mounds on her chest pressed against Qin Fan. Only then did she halt her steps and bring her twin pink lips close to the rim of the cup.

Having listened here for quite a while, I could more or less make out what Qiguan Rongzheng, the white-haired crone, and the High Priest were conspiring about. It matched my earlier conjectures quite closely, except that judging from the High Priest's words, I felt Qiguan Rongzheng must be plotting something on behalf of Rongshe.

With a clutch of his right hand in empty space, the longsword no longer retained its misty, vaporous appearance. Instead, it became solid, reflecting a cold glint beneath the dim lights of the tomb that was no less fierce than the spear in the Ice Man's grasp.

Although Lin Chunbao spoke with grievance in his words, the smugness could be heard loud and clear in his voice. As for his face, there was no need to mention it—even without imagination, one could easily picture it.