Chapter 70 Chapter 70: The Overbearing Aura of Gankun

When Tang Xuan appeared in the living room, a look of annoyance instantly crossed Su Qing's face.
"What are you doing here?"
"You hadn't shown up for two months, and I thought you had given up. It seems I was overthinking."
Tang Xuan asked with a smile, "Given up on what?"
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Just as Lu Yanluo was pondering how to make a fortune, Chu Yuan was in another room, speaking ill of Chu Xuan to Chu Yao.
Han Lu did not understand why Zhou Fuchen was in such a hurry, but she quickly followed her to board the carriage.
The three maids, coerced and lured by Zhou Fuchen, had no choice but to sit down and accompany her in eating and drinking.
Holding a flashlight, I walked deep into the inner courtyard of the Song residence, passing by rows of closed and empty rooms.
Zhang Zexi felt this deeply. The poisons he had previously contracted would always dissolve on their own, but this poison was an exception. Even though his cultivation had increased, he could still occasionally feel the toxins flowing through his body.
Miao Miao's father exerted a great deal of effort to enter the room, and once everyone saw that he had successfully entered, they dispersed.
After entering the room and unpacking his luggage, Miao Miao's father left his ox at the city gate, where a better keeper would feed and tend to it.
Several thugs parted ways at a fork in the road, carrying Ruoxi and Jinyou to the guest rooms. These rooms were originally meant for distinguished guests, but since it was late at night, Chunfeng lacked the time to deal with them properly. Moreover, she intended to alternate between kindness and severity, displaying the wealth and luxury of the Drunken Golden Tower to make her subsequent training easier.
Yun Wuyue's anger had yet to subside, and being toyed with a few more times only fueled her rage. Every time she looked at the lake surface, she recalled the phantom teasing her. She flew to a nearby mountain, hauled up a massive boulder, and dove fiercely from the high sky to smash it down.
Let them have some food at this table to suppress the lingering drunkenness; they couldn't possibly lose face in front of the guests, could they?
Of course, by the time a demigod emerges in that dimension, the God War will probably already be over—assuming that dimension hasn't been destroyed in the God War.
Yue Ling'er was entirely unaware of what was happening in the outside world; at this moment, she was struggling desperately against the invasion of demonic energy.
After each King's War, the monarch could distribute reward bundles, consisting of five Conqueror bundles, ten Defender bundles, and twenty Guardian bundles.
Not even in his wildest dreams had Shuisheng expected Fan Shier to be so decisive, launching a fatal attack without even bothering to flex his prowess. Even Luoxia, standing right behind Fan Shier, had not anticipated it.
The morning hours ticked away amidst the clicking of Yuan's abacus, while Yu Luoxi lay lazily on a rocking chair in the courtyard, basking in the sun.
Compared to the Milang of the past, his body had gained quite a bit of weight, making him look rather affluent. His eyes were narrowed into slits, revealing the shrewd gleam of an old fox.
However, when it came to fighting undead cultivators—excluding Feng Xinglie, who had been directly blown to bits by land mines—Lu Changqing truly lacked relevant experience.
"Junior Brother Yi, if you don't mind, I must first seal your cultivation base." Taishu Jianchen knew the gravity of the situation; should Yi Qiu experience any abnormal behavior, he might easily become a pawn in Feng Yunni's hands.
Boss Wei felt a bit embarrassed, but seeing Dongling's solemn expression and complete lack of impropriety, he relaxed. After all, the young doctor was simply inquiring about his condition, right? So he nodded in agreement.
"Who has a good relationship with him? That snot-nosed brat, I don't like playing with him at all! I still prefer playing with Brother Nuo!" Jiang Yuhan said with utter disgust.
The two items naturally harbored boundless divine might within them. Huorong was all the more aware of the extraordinary significance of the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Whip. Whoever obtained the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Whip would, in the next immeasurable kalpa, find that those destined by heaven for enshrinement would naturally be drawn by the spiritual aura emanating from the treasures and voluntarily come to pledge allegiance under their sect.