Chapter 158: Three Immortal Mountains

Everyone descended through the盜洞 (盗洞) into the underground chamber, searching everywhere, but just like last night, there was no sign of Zhang Min. Unable to help themselves, they gathered around the coffin, carefully examining it to see what kind of mechanisms it concealed.

The Second Senior Brother's wooden cabin was quite spacious, yet it appeared extremely cramped, with various jade bottles and heavenly treasures scattered across the floor. Ye Hongfeng picked up a jade bottle at random and poured out a pill, whereupon a piece of information instantly surfaced in his sea of consciousness.

"There are still many demonic and evil entities lurking in the forest. I shall not stay any longer; farewell." Zhang Liang cupped his fists toward the crowd, bid them farewell in a gentle voice, and then turned and plunged into the pitch-black night.

At this moment, she had actually squeezed dry the very last thread of spiritual energy in her sea of qi, solely for the purpose of casting a simple Water Purification spell. To put it bluntly, Yang Ze was using his newly acquired cheat system to peek at Yun Mengchen while she was bathing.

Especially given the tense political landscape of Huaxia and the daily rise of new factions, numerous mobsters and gangsters operated with total impunity, and the Lin Group suffered greatly from their depredations. The haunting incident was most likely a scheme orchestrated by some malevolent force to achieve its own ends.

With a boom, the Wind Monarch's figure suddenly vanished from his spot, a single palm slamming heavily onto Zhao Fengshan's chest. With a soft tear of flesh, Zhao Fengshan slumped limply to the ground. As a high-ranking martial general, Zhao Fengshan could not withstand even a single blow from a Monarch.

Ye Hongfeng suddenly raised his head, only now noticing the eerie and bizarre atmosphere within the tea house. Everyone kept their heads bowed, the teacups they held in their hands trembling slightly. A profound silence enveloped the tea house, so quiet that even the drop of a needle could be heard.

Sima Xianglu decided to look for some odd jobs to make a living, but no matter where she went to apply, the proprietors were so terrified that they slammed their doors shut in her face. When she wanted to leave the city, the guards chased her right back inside.

Compared to the expensive emeralds, Jiang Xueqing took an instant liking to the much prettier violet jade bracelet. Knowing her younger sister Jiang Fengming's nature, Jiang Xueqing put the bracelet on her own wrist first, thus preventing that impulsive girl from turning green with envy and fighting her for it.

"I'll tie the foot cord for you again," Wenjun said, untying the red cord from her own ankle and binding it onto Xianglu's.

"My eldest brother has not yet fully recovered; why not rest for another day?" Wu Song couldn't be bothered to repeat the whole affair of Leopard Head Mountain to Wu Dalang; anyway, even if he explained it, the man wouldn't understand.

Everyone inside Holy Dragon City acted as they usually did at noon, escaping the scorching sun and resting indoors with the air conditioning on.

Store Manager Stone followed the Invincible party back to the hotel with the expression of someone who had just encountered the God of Nightmares, yet he still lacked the courage to go to Bright Peak to seek out Yoda.

The steward accepted the order and accompanied Hui Ge to the Mountain God Temple. Hearing Hui Ge's voice, Wu Song immediately crossed his legs and sat in meditation, assuming a posture of stern and righteous dignity.

Right now, the one-on-one duel between Connie and Chahajia was underway, though fortunately, after increasing her combat power, Connie clearly held the upper hand.

The remaining people dutifully set about erecting tents, otherwise they would be forced to spend the night out in the open on the frozen tundra, which would undoubtedly freeze people to death.

Ling Shangshui accepted the order with a helpless sigh. Xisha let out a soft sigh of self-reproach, deeply regretting his negligence in guarding the Tongwu Pass, and could only hope at this moment that Li Yandui would lead her troops back in time, praying that the Third Princess was blessed by fortune and had not fallen into Chen Shandong's hands.

Wu Song gently nodded and rolled up the light gauze. The fabric felt exceptionally smooth to the touch, evidently of top-tier quality. Inside sat a phoenix-tail zither, with Li Shishi sitting nearby, wearing an ambiguous smile.

"Elder sister, what shall we do now?" Consort Wang looked toward Daji, as Daji was the most scheming among the three of them.

Li Qiaonu had been terrified out of her wits just a moment ago, but upon hearing those words, her maiden heart stirred. She lowered her head and remained silent.

As for this man's strength... even though the other party did not actively release his own pressure, Wang Yao could still sense his immense might. To make a horizontal comparison among all the people and beasts Wang Yao had encountered, this man should rank second.

However, some worlds possessed the Seed of Heavenly Demons, while other worlds, much like the previous Investiture of the Gods world, saw the Seed of Heavenly Demons eradicated by local powerhouses right at the onset of its eruption.

"Elder Sister Lanyi," Shuying said with a spoiled, petulant pout, "you shouldn't scare people like that." Shuying noticed that starting at some point, Lanyi's personality had become much more cheerful than before; perhaps she had figured many things out or finally unlocked the knot in her heart.

It wasn't until the frost covering her entire body gradually receded and sensation slowly returned to her limbs that she snapped out of her daze and recovered her wits.

After making inquiries, Yuan Caiyi learned that they had headed toward the nearby Black Forest, and a sense of trouble immediately welled up within her.

Holding the remote control, Ai Ye angrily thought about how shameless Qiu Jingchen was, yet at the same time, she couldn't help but want to laugh—so much for the supposedly perfect Third Young Master Qiu... A man who loved to compare looks with others, constantly emphasized his own merits, always lingered stubbornly without leaving, and feigned pity at every turn... was simply a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"President Qiu truly has no fear of losing face." Tang Ziyi walked toward the living room, passing an enamel porcelain jar displayed on a high stool. With a loud crash, the enamel porcelain was reduced to a pile of fragments.

Qiulan could not recite all of Daoist and Confucian classics from memory, but casually tossing out a few fragments was more than enough to fool these people.

Dragon-Revering Monarch was pushed to the point of doubting his life by her taunts today. Knowing the relationship between Luoyan and Mu Zisu, he figured this must be another of that old demon's conspiracies! Leaving behind the parting words, "Go ask your Grand-ancestor!", he flicked his sleeves and stalked off.

As Xerath sank into the water, the wisps of magical silk around the emerald orb of light slowly flowed back into it. When the very last strand of magical silk returned to the orb, the emerald orb flew back into the Fox Immortal's body.

The stubborn stone nods and listens with all its heart. The lecture hall has no doors, nor are they latched. The senior monk sits in solitary serenity, while those who come seeking his fame crowd the empty courtyard.

Being called a mortal by the Observer ignited the fires of fury within Thresh's heart. However, when the Observers jointly cast the taboo magic art of Extreme Ice, it made him waver with thoughts of retreat, for he could sense that a spell capable of freezing an entire city could freeze even him.

A statesman who can pacify and secure a country only appears once every few centuries—the "Monarch" spoken of in the saying "Every five hundred years, a monarch shall arise" refers precisely to such a statesman.

He would temporarily return to the Heavenly Palace to report everything clearly to Zhang Dingtian and see what decision Zhang Dingtian would make.

Baili Feng could not help exclaiming in shock, and echoing her exclamation was Tan Jian, who had been watching Taihu Ruyue closely all along.

As for the divine ability of the Wind-Wave Orb, it was defyingly supreme. Rumor had it that the Wind-Wave Orb could unleash successive strands of tornado magic, and the power of those tornadoes could grind enemies into fine dust on the spot.