Chapter Ninety: The Immortal Realm

After receiving the secret art, Guo Xiaoshan took his leave and prepared to return to the World of the Four Continents.

Though somewhat reluctant to part from his master, the Tianhe Sect was still waiting for him there, along with several fellow cultivators with whom he had practiced side by side. He could not simply abandon them.

Chen Yang himself was also going into seclusion. This retreat would be the longest of his entire cultivation life; by his reckoning, it would last no less than three to five hundred years, and perhaps as long as seven or eight hundred.

The day he emerged would be the day he attained the Heavenly Immortal Path and achieved Pure Yang.

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For that reason, the Heavenly Dao would not spare any cultivator, whether profound in cultivation or shallow in attainment, from scrutinizing every word and deed of their daily lives. This, too, was one of the Heavenly Dao's methods.

Nicotine and Carey, who had just awakened, seemed to have brief gaps in their memories. Only after Chen Yufan gave them a simple account did the two finally come to their senses.

Back then, he was still the unlucky star mocked by everyone in Pine Smoke City; no matter how diligently he studied and trained, his cultivation remained stuck, unable to break through.

Bao Feiyang only then realized the matter was somewhat tricky. Generally speaking, if the top leaders of the Party committee and the government reached a consensus on something, that matter would be settled very easily, unless the opposition from other standing committee members was unusually strong. Yet such a situation was unlikely to occur in Wanghai County.

"Could the 'king' in the Ten Thousand Mountains really resist the Southern Emperor?" Chen Tianlong asked in disbelief.

A single phone call from Feng Yifeng had canceled all of Liu Luanxiong's original plans. Yet that same call also reminded Liu Luanxiong of a wager he had made with Feng Yifeng a month earlier.

At last, after Li Lin had finished his slaughter, it was a long while before the announcer-like man let out a shriek as though he had seen a ghost. His cry was like the opening of a floodgate, releasing all the terror hidden in human hearts. The common folk all around, watching the gladiatorial bouts, also began screaming in panic.

Leader Li politely saw Shi Jinming off. But when she returned to her seat, she almost collapsed. That night, she went home in dejection. She did not tell the police what happened next in her home.

"Wait!" Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Ma Huoxing grew anxious instead. At that moment, he was like a drowning man, desperately clutching at anything within reach.

And Long Jun happened to be exactly such an unrivaled master—moreover, he knew how to use the Death-Greedy Golden Needles.

However, just as she withdrew it, the old woman's right hand thrust sharply forward, and the black mass flew toward Tang Yao.

Although Yang Mei was a little conservative, when faced with the person she liked, aside from taking his body for herself, anything else could be done.

"All right. When does she go on vacation? I'll go pick her up." Because of the college entrance examinations, high school had started its summer break early, while other schools had not. Chen Ke was only now beginning her vacation.

As for appearance, he was even more to her taste. As for ability, though Yuan Xi often joked, scolded, and acted frivolously in daily life, Cai Yan somehow believed that in the future he would surely become exactly the man she had imagined.

"Otherwise what? Is there another Zhang Residence in Shanghai?" Li Peijiu asked in a magnetic voice.

By this point, when the people of the Three Seas looked at Lin Feng again, there was no trace left of mockery or disdain. What remained was only terror and awe.

Mi Zhen smiled. It was not that she could not learn; rather, certain movements simply felt too unrestrained. For a proper young lady from a distinguished family, such actions were truly difficult to perform. They were not as graceful as dancing, either.

"Husband, do you want to take a cold shower later?" Zhen Tuo was the first to step through the gate. After walking only a few paces, she looked back and smiled at Yuan Xi.

"Very well. Since you have already turned in the quest, we will come back and turn ours in later." Zhuo Fei asked about the follow-up after submission of the quest, and once she understood the situation, she ended the private chat.