Chapter 63: Stirring Up Trouble-With a Dimensional Chat Group in Hand, the Doomed Side Character Soars to Immortality(Ephemeral clouds and fleeting winds, like the tinkling of wind chimes in passing moments.)

"Yunxi, Zonghao, wait for me!"
The voice grew closer, and the two paused, turning to see that it was Wei Yunyin calling out to them.
"Yunyin, what's the matter?" Yunxi asked.
Wei Yunyin approached, her expression resigned.
"It's Wei Yunqing again. Instead of focusing on improving her cultivation, she spends all day causing trouble for us!"
Hearing the tone, Yunxi sensed her frustration—her words seemed to squeeze through clenched teeth.
The contents on the paper were mythic tales based on Mount Yuan, as well as legends explaining the founding of Yuanmark Village.
The fierce beasts, startled, howled and roared in terror, as if faced with their nemesis—their scarlet eyes filled with fear.
"Hey! Don't touch." Su Jiuer hugged herself, twisting lightly to evade the hand reaching out from Master Su.
Xiao Ji, upon hearing this, knew that He Xu was once again scheming to use this matter to make a move on Ling'er, so he refrained from asking further and instead poured him several cups of wine.
"Where is he?" The emotionless, cold voice made the evil ghost tremble uncontrollably, its whole body shaking as it pointed a trembling finger toward the direction Yang Houtu had escaped.
Even if it was once a spiritual treasure of the Six Realms, shattered as it was now, it could not retain a trace of celestial essence. It was utterly ruined.
The man's name was Qin Yu. He worked at a real estate sales company. In their line of business, late nights were common; this night was no exception. After showing a client around, he did not go straight home, but returned to the office to log the follow-up information into the system.
The next day, when Li Yanmo brought her to the film crew, she found everyone acting mysteriously.
But she thought better of it, her gaze shifting to the bottle. She mused: if I don't leave now and someone arrives, this large bottle will be a hindrance. Xia Xun, who practiced dark arts, was not weak. Better to bide my time; I will return to this place again.
He wanted to risk an attack, but worried that if he became entangled with the opponent, it would come down to a physical fight, and in such a situation he would struggle to gain the upper hand.
Huang Yu smiled, spreading his hands in a gesture of innocence, then quickly followed behind Liu Dingtian.
The carriage was loaded with all sorts of things. Such conveniences came with taking on assignments from the martial hall: one could bring back local specialties as gifts for friends and family, or take rare items from Qingyang Town to sell at a high price for a profit.
Shocked—utterly bewildered, unable to make sense of it. Looking at Old Tian's inscrutable smile, Jiang Anyi's foreboding grew stronger.
Seeing this scene from outside the formation, the cultivators were stunned. Changqing City's main force was entirely trapped; only a handful of Spirit Gathering cultivators remained, including Elder Qing, making three in all, and all were alchemists.
Liu Dingtian appeared sincere and harmless, but was already preparing himself. He wanted to see what the Azure Wolf Demon King was truly after, where its bottom line lay. The ease with which it agreed to a thousand spiritual herbs astounded Liu Dingtian, and he grew suspicious.
Before the character for "return" could escape his lips, a fist the size of a sandbag came flying at him. Yet Fan Xiang reacted swiftly; though the punch was sudden, he immediately activated his techniques and dodged to the side. The blow, meant to be full and direct, did not even graze him.
Liu Dingtian knew well that the garment must have some flaw; it could not be worth only thirty spirit coins. Just the ability to shield soul power made it a true treasure. With invisibility added, its value was immeasurable. Who would sell it, let alone for thirty coins?
At this moment, Hua Yao also noticed Ruan Yuer and Lin Chuxia, and looked their way. The sight of them made Hua Yao's eyes light up.
After finishing, Fan Jun glanced toward the seat of Hua Xin, then at the elders of the academy. Seeing nothing amiss, he finally relaxed, though inwardly he cursed Fan Xiang repeatedly. If Xiang weren't his nephew, he would have torn him apart long ago.