Chapter 135: New Year and Calculation

"Let's go, this humble servant will lead you there." Jin Se cast a glance at the eunuch whose eyes were darting around, feeling an infinite sense of disgust in her heart. Nonetheless, she bowed to the empress, lifted her head, and followed the eunuch away.

Three years from now, in the Purple Mystery Peak Sect, there must be over thirty elders at the Golden Core stage, more than three hundred cultivators at the Condensing Pulse stage, over a thousand at the Foundation Establishment stage, and the total population of the sect must reach fifty thousand.

"Marriage is nothing more than acquiring an official title; I don't care much about it. As long as we are together, these superficial things are useless." Jin Se's voice remained calm and faint, yet as Xuan Ming listened, a trace of sorrow washed over him.

Though the voice was deep, it carried an overwhelming dominance and murderous intent, like an immutable truth that no one could defy, drifting along the wind and compelling the sole listener behind him to grow instinctively more respectful.

No one noticed at this very moment that a somewhat slender figure appeared exceedingly excited, trembling slightly, with burning eyes fixed deep within the mountain peak.

The rustling sounds caught Shen Yaxi's ears—there was movement. Only then did Shen Yaxi realize she had no weapon in hand; her previous long whip had been lost while dealing with the beauty vine, which was simply infuriating.

I abruptly removed the hands covering my eyes. A surge of courage, originating from who knows where, welled up within me. I opened my eyes and glared straight at it. At that moment, the only thought in my mind was that even if I were truly to meet my end in its jaws tonight, I would give it a thorough beating before dying. Who told it to mock me?

As it happened, Chi-Chi almost threw herself into Bardock's arms—who could blame her when Goku looked exactly like him?

That she could attain such a realm was due not only to putting in far more effort than ordinary people, but also to encountering numerous fortuitous opportunities; otherwise, whether she could have reached this level would have been a matter of grave uncertainty.

Shaking his head, Wang Haoming cast those thoughts to the back of his mind. Now was not the time to delve deeply into this matter. After judging through the spiritual power in his eyes that this was an antique, the weight of the red sandalwood Maitreya Buddha in his hand seemed to increase by a fraction.

Early the next morning, the butler delivered the ironed newspapers. Pansy Ho turned the page and let out a surprised sound.

The two who came up were exorcists from the Holy Church. Since they were not members of Notre-Dame, they paid no attention to the spread-out bedding.

A familiar figure flashed past the corner of her eye. When she turned her head to look, she only caught sight of a robust bay horse, swishing its tail as it walked away into the distance.

"Stand down!" Wang Xue shouted fiercely. Her delicate eyebrows lifted, and her wide-open, beautiful eyes likewise flashed with a tangible, piercing murderous intent.

The news that the Li family had acquired Bentley, a luxury brand within the British automotive industry, was relayed back to Hong Kong by the third day.

"Because I asked the children's father to go to the hospital to look for them!" Jiang Yining said with nonchalant lightness.

Upon seeing the gauze wrapped around Shu Ning's forehead, Father Shu anxiously asked what had happened. Shu Ning merely tossed out a casual excuse to brush him off. Although Father Shu didn't believe it, he knew it had something to do with Mu Liyan, yet he felt entirely helpless.

Xia Haoran released his divine sense to scan the area, and indeed, his current target was right inside. Xia Haoran smiled with a strange, eerie glint and strode toward the entrance.

"Save him! Carlson, let him return home alive!" I screamed silently in the depths of my heart, begging my otherworldly friend who was capable of seeing through divine power.

Rong Qian gave a slight sigh. Right now, he dared not make the slightest movement, fearing that any minor motion would cause this body to completely collapse.

Every morning, there were countless matters in the camp that required attention. It wasn't until midday that Chen Sheng and Wu Guang could finally slip away for a brief moment of leisure—their most precious time of the day.

Back during the Heaven-Frying Calamity, Tianshui City was cleansed in blood by undead skeletons. Tens of thousands of common people who failed to escape died tragic deaths at the hands of the skeletons. So many people died at that time that wails filled the entire city of Tianshui, and many who could not be buried in time were simply tossed into crude coffins and piled up along the streets.

Especially Feng Xixue, whose previous scheming utterly misfired. Not only did Su Moyu fail to deal with the giant dragon for her, but he even made off with one of her Soul-Transforming Fruits.

Once they emerged from the Beast Garden Immortal Mansion or the Divine Field Space, their presence would still be detected; a Golden Immortal realm cultivator could never disguise themselves before a Profound Immortal realm cultivator.

What on earth was happening? Di Jiu's lion's roar shouldn't have possessed such terrifying might—a single shout had shaken him into such a state.

Meanwhile, Di Jiu's complexion was an eerie, ashen red tinged with a demonic flush, and the fury in his eyes seemed almost capable of burning up heaven and earth. Between the five fingers of his right hand was a dagger snapped cleanly into two halves, and fresh blood dripped silently from his fingertips to the ground.

Han Xuemei nodded, retrieving from her universe pouch a set of goose-yellow casual garments she usually wore, along with undergarments and a bodice.

Never would she have imagined that, originally intending to put Zhai Feng in an awkward spot, she had instead dug a pit and jumped right into it herself.

Black mist billowed across the entire surface of the mountain, with flames faintly flickering within. Banks of dark clouds gathered at the summit, accompanied by rolling thunder and flashing lightning.

"Even if I have no backing whatsoever, I will not simply allow you to stall for time," Chen Ting sneered repeatedly. Even though the opponent had not revealed the slightest flaw, beneath the cover of their formidable aura and willpower, something seemed to be hidden. Moreover, among the nine newly returned Divine Demon Stelae, different auras were faintly manifesting.

Therefore, although the sub-particle collider consumed the majority of the Holy Body's power at every single moment, Lin Xin still maintained its operation year-round.

Finally snapping out of her daze, Tang Yiqian glared at Feng Yu, daring to feel angry yet lacking the courage to speak. Unwilling to leave a bad impression on the Exalted One, she could only lower her head, feign magnanimity, and remain silent.

If she had only done as her master instructed and guarded against her older brother when he first warned her, perhaps she could have discovered Xia Chengyuan's abnormality, and perhaps her father would never have met with disaster.

However, right now he simply had no time to ponder these things; he was still plagued by thirst and desperately needed water.