Parting is for the sake of a better reunion

Inside the back courtyard hall of the Little Thorn Mountain Taoist Temple.

Daoist Pang and Madam Qin sat facing each other across a table.

On the table, a small red-clay charcoal stove burned brightly, and a purple clay teapot bubbled and hissed, sending up wisps of steam.

Madam Qin, dressed in a flowing white gown, used her delicate, slender hands to arrange the tea set.

Every movement she made exuded an indescribable elegance.

Yet this dreamy scene of brewing tea opposite a beautiful woman felt to Daoist Pang—who should have been utterly captivated—like sitting on pins and needles, as if his back were pricked by thorns and a fishbone was stuck in his throat.

Lian Heng rushed out impatiently, and before he even had time to react, he was almost struck by a cultivator flying past on a spiritual sword.

"Respected elder, if you have nothing to do, you may go tour the cultivation sessions of the other departments. There is nothing to see in our Artifact Refining Department," Instructor Xu said bluntly, driving people away.

At this moment, the gazes of the hundreds of thousands of spectators present converged once again upon Su Bai.

Under the fine-sounding pretext of providing localized disaster relief using the surplus grain from the county towns and the upcoming taxes to be collected after the autumn harvest.

His own hundreds of millions of netherworld creatures had devoured the black gold vein and evolved into extremely invincible, god-slaying-level entities.

As for the red plague bugs controlled by the Ghost Spring, which were originally about to detonate themselves, they were interrupted by Mei Changge's brilliant stellar scarlet light, causing them to scatter wildly in all directions.

With a single word, she concluded that they had tampered with it. Gathering dark red spiritual energy in her palm, she radiated an aura that if they did not hand it over, she would kill them all.

And as Old Liu Zhu arrived at each village, shortly after, the local village head would go out and beat a gong.

Moreover, they were not noticed by the Xuanyang Daoist Soldiers, as if the latter subconsciously ignored them.

Seeing Song Yi and Rong Ziling taking turns asking A-Yao questions, Rong Qianhan tightly furrowed his brows and let out a displeased, light cough.

When Li Mengmeng was not in sight, Yan Jinchen was completely normal, acting as if nothing had ever happened.

On the evening of the second day after welcoming the bride, Zuo Hongyun thought long and hard and still felt a lingering sense of guilt. Putting aside his pride, he packed two fine gifts and paid a personal visit to apologize to Ning Zhiyao. After all, with the matter having escalated to this point, he bore an unshakable responsibility.

The slender fingers gripping her ankle gently stroked that exceptionally delicate expanse of skin as if possessed by a demon, radiating an intensely ambiguous atmosphere.

She packed the two hundred eggs separately into four gift baskets, added wolfberries and honeysuckle, and threw in some black fungus and mushrooms so that the gifts would not look too meager.

"..." Hearing her keep calling her name, Xisha couldn't help falling silent. Amidst her silence, a crop of black lines erupted on her forehead, and she frowned deeply.

At this moment, inside the County Magistrate's Mansion nestled within Qingliu City, two wisps of black Qi silently approached the guest room in the northwest corner.

"What do you mean? Isn't this obvious?" Ji Yunxi sneered, opening her tablet.

The mid-grade magical treasure, the Returning Spirit Pear Blossom Fan, was a thunderous and renowned name. Her father had once told her that this fan was currently the absolute best magical treasure for priests available on the market.

Since the other party merely tossed a fire extinguisher inside, the intention was fairly obvious: they wanted to flush her out. She believed that both the front door and the windows were likely guarded by people lying in wait.

No matter what, the ultimate Ning Yuan seemed to have returned to normal once again—that detached, icy demeanor was entirely her.

"Now, I am the embodiment of your inner selves. Get ready to face me~!!" The cryptic monster suddenly roared, issuing a declaration to the crowd, and then lunged at them without the slightest hesitation.

That Dao Realm corpse let out a roar, having been blocked by Lin Even twice in succession, which had already instinctively ignited its rage.

Within the Alchemy Domain's Heaven-tier Dao Arena, Duanmu Zhige arrived with lotus steps, facing Zhang Lingyi, who stood with his hands clasped behind his back.

This time, everyone, including Bald Wang, scrambled desperately toward the hospital gates. After all, they were here to cause trouble, not to engage in a death match.