Chapter 143: Blessed in This Life Because of the Immortal

Chen Xin’s words were immediately caught by Yang Yi, whose hearing was remarkably sharp. He let out a light snort, a cold smile forming in his heart.

Wei Jiuzhong grasped his hand tightly. “Yes, junior brother, you win.” Hearing this, Hao Xuan closed his eyes.

All the cultivators stared dumbfounded at the characters on the cliff face, disbelief etched deeply across their faces.

The End spoke no words; aside from conveying information to Qin Yang, he ignored everyone else, including Ming.

He clicked his tongue and, with a single slap of his hand, effortlessly broke the grip choking his neck.

Such a gaze, such authority—completely different from the man they had met before.

Yet today, Cheng Ge, who usually enjoyed a slap in the face, was himself slapped the moment he approached.

Better to save the master than suffer further; after enduring years of grievances within the Xianxia Sect, the time had come to live for oneself.

“If the Sacred Hall’s army descends, things will only worsen,” King Yan Yang frowned deeply.

Lin Yi was stunned; trying to evade came too late as a surge of primordial energy rose within him, and the lotus seat in his sea of consciousness emitted a faint sign of displeasure.

Fu Jiu looked left and right inside the dilapidated temple. It was just an empty, broken temple. He couldn’t fathom the point of his actions. What troubled him more was that Second Boss had insisted they find that coffin within seven days—now it was already the third day.

I have a bad temper; if the divine clan truly crosses my bottom line, don’t blame me for using any means necessary.

Meanwhile, Ye Tian and the others found themselves in an awkward situation as the workers digging the well suddenly erupted into flames.

Unfortunately, with the stagnation period approaching and under continued persuasion from Kasi, Ye Tian had no choice but to shorten the construction period, resulting in this bizarre, mismatched creation.

Truly, as the enraged old man prepared to risk his life, a sudden roar echoed from behind.

Lin Qingjing was surprised; she hadn’t expected any of these people to be acquainted with Zhang Tiansheng. Rumor had it that both of Zhang’s parents had perished within the Blood Array.

The door slammed loudly, and the lame Cai, who had been dozing over the table, abruptly sat up and stared at us. His piercing gaze made me uneasy. This eccentric old fellow might have been stewing in anger over us entering on our own.

Seeing this triple strike, Su Hui and Peacock high-fived, their joy infectious.

Watching Ye Tian’s fierce punches leave deep dents in the tree, Lan Xiqing’s eyes shone with an unprecedented brilliance.

From their previous encounter, it was clear the man’s cultivation was no less than his own, and his moves and spiritual energy felt strangely familiar. Reflecting now, it remains a curious mystery.

The television played in the living room, and Lin Fan deliberately turned up the volume slightly to create a lively atmosphere at home.

Recent days in the capital were unnervingly quiet, like a murky pond slowly clearing, with many keeping low like fish hiding beneath the surface.

Lu Fan hastily exited the chat. As the closest attendant to Lu Licheng, he felt ashamed not even knowing his tastes.

Su Yang grimaced under my grip but refused to concede in words. After my initial anger subsided, I began sensing something amiss. Su Yang was right—how could someone have wiped my past so cleanly?

After a harsh bout of heavy breathing, Su Haoyi couldn’t help but glance around from her perch in the tree. Suddenly, her pupils contracted sharply—a dead lynx lay not far away.

Zou Yan paid no mind to his attitude toward her; the marriage was settled. Still, feelings needed nurturing—a dinner and movie outing were necessary for the reporters to see.

She brought her phone close, staring at the call interface. A thousand words seemed caught like thorns in her throat.

Several who had just left were quickly ensnared by deceit, trapped between life and death.

No need to say more—watching Ye Chenxi grin broadly at the cashier, one could tell she was thoroughly pleased with her shopping.

Zhang Jiaze was at a loss. Recently, Song Yazhu had just finalized the poster design, only to be pulled away as art director for a film. What good news could there be?

Though Lan Hao knew she could communicate via spiritual power, she preferred shouting. The battle atmosphere boosted her followers’ fighting spirit, and sometimes she used spiritual commands to confuse the enemy. This tactic had quietly outwitted many.

Dinner was shared again with Qu Qian’s classmates. When they confirmed Wang Nuo had no intention to transfer to Tianhong Fund, their attitude remained unchanged; in fact, they seemed friendly, casually revealing some of Wang Nuo’s matters to Zhang Chenkai and Qu Qian.

“Uh, Erin, what brings you here so late?” Li Mu asked, noting a faint flush on Erin’s face.

Pressing enter, the image was set to print. She only needed to place the report on the director’s desk to conclude today’s work.

This four-star Card Cultivator was a formidable armed-type, not a true family member but a costly retainer, requiring hefty annual fees plus additional payments for each deployment.

Xuan Wang furrowed his brow deeply, his worry not for the thirty-thousand-strong army but over Zizhao’s baffling behavior.

Though he had slept, his current state was still muddled, likely unable to recognize her.

Just as Jin Kui reached to pluck the red fruit, the venomous snake’s hiss grew more triumphant, as if mocking them. Fu Yueqing sensed danger but was paralyzed, unable to pull back Jin Kui’s hand.

“Hey, why say all that?” Ouyang Jiajia waved off the matter casually.

After being questioned by Qing Ruo, the group fell silent. Even the sharp-minded Yang Guang lowered his gaze toward the slow-moving humans.

The scenery around Li Er returned—familiar trees, mountains, and the Nine Nether Insect Pool behind—signaling his victory once more.

“We won’t open it for now. But since there’s a wager, we won’t change it yet. First, transfer all the Invincible Gang’s money to me,” Lin Fan declared to them.

After all, Ni Ao always handled things discreetly. If he appeared openly and was recognized, that would be abnormal.

This frightened him deeply. Luckily, when he looked back, he spotted someone standing still, staring off into the distance, lost in thought.