Volume One, Chapter 30: Driving the Donkey Cart into Town, It Smells Terrible

Clearly, Zixi had gradually adapted to the discomfort. Upon hearing Chazi's instructions, she did not forget to tidy her wind-tousled hair before entering the Divine Realm.

Everyone looked at each other, having momentarily forgotten the urgency of the matter. Their time was limited; if they stayed away from the Sanqing Palace for too long, those inside might worry, fearing they had encountered trouble.

"Look at us," Lin Yixiang sighed. "We’re just waiting for a chance to turn the tables."

She was not unintelligent. Though she had not ascended the mountain, she had not left it either. With the area below in complete chaos, staying on Mount Minghua was clearly the safer option.

However, she had no time for other thoughts, for she felt a rod, cold as jade, held firmly in her hand.

Chen Hao was lost in his fascination when a young voice startled him. He snapped back to reality, his heart sinking with a self-deprecating smile at how easily he had been tempted.

It was not that occasion in the Monkey Kingdom, but rather during the late Tang Dynasty, in the era of Emperor Muzong, when he had witnessed a dragon ascending to the heavens in Chang'an.

Su Shu lay on her back, her heart sinking as she met Luo Yangfei’s gaze. She had not missed the turbulent, murky depths in his eyes—a struggle between belief and human nature—and from this, she vaguely guessed the decision the father and son had reached.

Yun Yi was eating dinner when she heard the news that the Emperor was coming. Though she found him repulsive, this was a move she had to make; otherwise, she would be trapped here until she perished.

At the same time, the rules of the Dragon Ball world were superior to those of the Journey to the West world. Perhaps the Dragon Ball world’s essence repelled the spiritual energy of the West, which was why Sun Wukong could not absorb it to cultivate.

Zhu Chenhuan stood on the arena, watching the thousands of people below staring at him with glowing eyes. He felt an unprecedented sense of awkwardness, his skin crawling with goosebumps. Had it not been for the future of the Shiyu Kingdom and his own father, he would never have agreed to such a thing.

The demons of the Qiongluo clan had already explained that the doorways were the fourth trial. Each door represented a choice leading to a different path. There was no possibility of changing one's mind; once entered, there was no turning back—one could only keep moving forward.

Over the past two or three years, excluding Nalan Zishuang who joined later, Leng Moxue and Lin Qingqing had always remained by his side, while Situ Xiazhen and Chu Wenting were left to their own devices. Yet, aside from Leng Moxue, it was Situ Xiazhen and Chu Wenting whose cultivation levels had improved the most efficiently.

However, where the ripples appeared, gusts of wind howled, and strands of lightning flickered within the distortions of the void.

Gu Fanghua had not expected Li Jian to spank her. She let out a sharp cry, but Li Jian grabbed her hand to prevent her from covering her mouth, his other hand raining down rhythmic slaps.

Upon receiving a thick red envelope from Li Jian, her tears vanished instantly, and she hopped away, clutching the prize.

Ercao Brew and the hundred-year-old vintage Yunxin had tasted were actually the same wine, crafted by the same vintner. The only difference was that Ercao Brew was fresh, making its flavor significantly inferior. After tasting it, Yunxin had developed a liking for it and had long since sent someone to track down where it could be purchased.

The two shared a simple meal. Xiao Feiyan sat in meditation with her eyes closed, ignoring Jiang Liu. Extremely bored and exhausted from a sleepless night, Jiang Liu soon drifted off to sleep.

Blue Star was the planet they were on. If they were not from Blue Star, how could they know of its existence? If Guanyin Bodhisattva were a native of Blue Star, that would be a truly grand revelation.

Datou leaped onto his horse and, not daring to linger, waved his hand to lead the remaining Turkic cavalry around the mountain ridge.

Uncle Zhou nodded, then led Li Tai and Wen Yan into a room before withdrawing.

The black crow swooped down, striking sparks, but a flash of azure waves from the sword-shield extinguished the fire. The fire crow transformed back into its form as a meteor and shot back.

At that moment, the guards outside began to drink. It turned out that after the person ordered to kill Cai Yong had entered, another group arrived. Without a word, they simply set out a table of wine and food.

Fan Yunxiao finally recovered from his shock, though his hair had turned permanently white. Hearing that Yang Hao was setting out on a campaign, Fan Yunxiao begged to follow, and Yang Hao, having no other choice, agreed.

Fa Zheng crashed through the military tent, flying several yards away. The guards on duty were startled, but seeing it was the monk and that Yang Hao was in close pursuit, they relaxed.

The other four felt no joy at finding their companion; they were only filled with fear and apprehension, watching their surroundings nervously, terrified that the leopards would suddenly attack.

Princess Yongfeng sighed and left with Axiu, leaving behind words that left Yang Hao even more conflicted.

In the imperial palace, Li Er sat in silence, those around him not daring to speak, waiting for his final decision.

Because it was an area-of-effect spell, the azure fireballs rained down, covering every inch of ground. There were no blind spots; relying on agility to dodge the rain of fire was impossible.

Seeing the person's slightly familiar appearance, Su Jing thought carefully and recalled where he had seen her before. When he first returned to Lishan, this old woman had accused the sect leader of draining the lake for the "Water Curtain Heaven" spell. Everyone at Lishan called her Granny Qiu, a loach spirit.

Liu Meng'er sighed heavily. She had indeed been wrong; Shen Xiang was not as bad as she had imagined. His display just now had genuinely shocked her.

He could never hide anything from his parents. They knew all about his secrets, so he spoke to them directly.

Peng Fei's voice caused his movements to falter for a moment. He glanced at Peng Fei, but by then, the Xuanyuan Divine Fist had already arrived.

Once this long river formed, Jiang Li felt the world clear. In the distant depths, the ancient chaos retreated, seemingly wary of something. He had expected the tribulation to descend immediately, but the will of chaos was actually pulling back—a development he had not anticipated.

Amidst a violent roar and a surge of liberation, Ailin raised his right hand, and a massive, burning eye charged toward Dilante.