37 Profanation 13

The most critical point is that they are merely representatives of their respective tribes, not the leaders themselves. Should they fail to align themselves correctly this time, they would essentially lose any chance of competing for the leadership position upon their return.

Before arriving, the three of them had been quite indignant at the miserable state of the monks in the temple, intending to see what kind of brutal monsters these three State Preceptors truly were. To their surprise, witnessing the scene before them left them feeling somewhat perplexed.

Zhu Tianpeng’s cultivation process was subtle; she was likely following Guanyin’s previous instructions to cultivate slowly. Wisps of spiritual energy were absorbed and converted, beginning to circulate through her body in one cycle after another.

"Let’s sit here for the morning," Tang Sanzang said with a smile, finding a flat square stone to sit on as he observed the villagers who were also watching them.

Compared to Lu Qipao, Liu Ziheng was even more eager to return home, especially after receiving the latest news from the capital. He felt an urgent need to return.

He had visited the sacred site of Mount Liubo himself. Facing the full-force strike of thirty Dao-exalted level powerhouses, there was no possibility of defense; the members of the Wind and Thunder clans within were surely destined to perish.

Although this call came from Linda, Li Yan knew very well that her personal relationship with him was limited; she would never have initiated this call on her own. It must be that there were things Song Qingci found inconvenient to say herself, so she had asked Linda to "tip him off" to help him mentally prepare.

Some of the more sophisticated trolls adopted a seemingly neutral facade, spouting incredibly disgusting remarks.

The two stood talking in a shed beneath the city walls, and the officials nearby tactfully kept their distance.

As the two groups slowly approached Fragrant Pavilion, they could not help but hesitate when they saw an armed man they did not recognize standing outside the door.

"Since you know my name, you must have seen my appearance. Then, take a good look and see for yourself whether I am truly Cheng Li," Cheng Li said, dispelling his concealment technique and revealing his true face.

However, He Dana had not expected Li Wanli to hire a strongman who was a cut above him, which left He Dana feeling quite frustrated.

Therefore, whether he agreed or disagreed, it was a difficult choice for Tang Yuchen, one that would cause him immense pain.

But at this moment, Fang Chen was suddenly startled, leaving him no time for reflection.

Lin Buzheng stood beneath the willow tree totem, sometimes sitting, sometimes standing, practicing punches or strikes, focusing intently on contemplating the mysteries of the Eagle Saint’s strike and various newly acquired divine abilities.

Seeing Qin Mu and Tang Yuchen laughing and chatting, Su Zhimo felt a bit unsettled. What was wrong with Tang Yuchen? Why was he smiling so happily at Qin Mu, whom he had previously regarded as an enemy? And what did that make her, his ex-wife?

The news industry, an institution that should have served as a watchdog, had become unrecognizable, filled with all sorts of darkness and dirty dealings. Xiao Jin was powerless to change the status quo, but he was willing to do his best to protect the purity of Gong Miaotian’s small world.

Countless figures appeared in the sea of blood, numbering in the tens of millions; likewise, countless figures surged forth from the torrential waterfall, also numbering in the tens of millions.

After arriving at the Twilight Continent, although Xiao Tingshen’s influence was quite significant, his talent for cultivation did not compare to Jiang Yunwan’s, so his strength had always been less formidable than hers. Thus, at times, Xiao Tingshen found himself in a weaker position when facing her.

Li Yanxiang took off her pants—it was pathetic. Her white buttocks were so blinding he could hardly keep his eyes open, and he slapped them a few times.

In fact, by comparison, staying busy normally and relaxing completely during time off—this contrast made the relaxation feel even better.

The mistake lay in the fact that Ji Qing held too much resentment toward Gu Xiaoxiao and wanted to use her to deal with Gu Xiaoxiao. In short, she wanted to exploit her.

Hearing Qin Jin say this, Liu Xiaomeng’s expression softened significantly, though she still seemed unable to fully accept it, her brows remained tightly furrowed.

For example, dried corn or sweet potatoes; since these could be stored in cellars, they were not particularly rare.

Yet, as a killer of the Ink Crow, with such a humble, lowly, and despised status, what right did he have to sit in the Heavenly Venerate’s seat at the Supreme Palace?

Upon hearing her words, Chu Chengjin shook his head gently and sat down to offer her some comfort.

The Purple Star Sword God’s cultivation technique also had a strong restraining effect on him, even more so than other techniques. This was actually quite natural, as the two techniques left behind by the Purple Star Sword God were not cultivated by those at Heaven Sword Mountain. The other technique originated from the Purgatory Purple Abyss and was known as the Purple Abyss Star Art—a technique related to the Purple Abyss Divine Sword.

The chairman had always been a man of principle, favoring reason over kinship. Could this be about the interview?

Rong Yue saw the familiar handwriting of Xi Zhengxuan and smiled slightly; the feeling of being pampered by one’s boyfriend was quite nice.

The suction force from the Void Sky Cauldron and the pressure from the Qilin beast were evenly matched, like an evenly matched bout; it was clear that no winner would be decided anytime soon.

Feeling her coldness, Baili Cangming was not annoyed; he simply stepped forward and gripped her chin firmly.

The lobby manager smiled awkwardly, stopped posturing, and honestly led Du Yuesheng upstairs.

"Brother Yuesheng, watch me!" said the doorman who had once been beaten by Du Yuesheng, the gauze on his head still covering a thin layer of his scalp.

Of these two matters, few people felt they were unexpected; among the three princes, the eldest, Su Ziyi, was the most undisputed candidate for Crown Prince.

Meng Si-yuan popped his head out from the side room again, appearing out of nowhere: "You know it’s almost noon? What’s this? Coming here to bum a meal?" He glared at Du Yuesheng, and Du Yuesheng glared right back without hesitation.

Upon seeing Zhang Yang produce a purple robe, the city guard realized he had truly provoked a great trouble. Seeing the other party toss the robe over, he couldn't help but unfold it with trembling hands, revealing the words "Inner Disciple of the Heaven Profound Sect" embroidered upon it.

I don't know how much time had passed before the old scholar let go of Zhang Yang's hand, revealing a solemn look, and began to speak slowly while stroking his beard.

"Why don't you seem worried at all?" Yan Shenwu did not understand why Du Yuesheng was so thick-skinned.