Chapter Ninety-Three: The Artifact Recognizes Its Master-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.)

A teasing voice cut off the conversation between Yun Xi and Mu Ningzhu and drew Sheng Yuhong’s attention as well.

Yun Xi turned toward the sound. It was one of the four women from the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, a striking beauty with rich, vivid features. Her phoenix eyes were lifted as she stared straight at Yun Xi, even winking at her, her flirtation blatant.

Sheng Yuhong’s face darkened. This was open poaching right in front of him. He frowned and was just about to speak when Yun Xi rose to her feet, cupped her hands, and bowed politely to the other woman, then smiled.

Last time, Shang Hao had transformed the gate of the Immortal Field World into a black hole. At that point, one could say that the Immortal Field World had already become linked to the present world. The pull of one world was not something a mere immortal could resist.

“Qingqing, why do you seem unhappy?”

Tian Tian noticed that Mu Qingqing had not reacted much, and looked at her in puzzlement.

The roasted meat was brought over. Shi Xiu set up a charcoal brazier in the room and began roasting venison on the spot. As soon as the fragrance rose, Zhao Wu came storming out from the inner hall in a fury. Without a word, he shoved his way to the brazier and, like a whirlwind sweeping through a banquet, snatched all the roasted meat from the rack and swallowed it in great gulps.

Just as the dizziness from the Soul Shackles was about to fade, Morgana finally cast the skill that Ye Luo had earlier told her not to use in haste.

“Caterpillar, I’ll remember you!” the screen was black and white, offering a terrible view, but Mundo still typed bitterly in the all-chat channel.

After a while, once Shang Hao’s divine sense had locked onto a place on Earth rich in benevolent energy, he activated the teleportation.

Then came a rumbling sound over the microphone. Someone—perhaps she herself—was covering the microphone so that the other end would not hear what she did not want them to hear. But to an immortal with hearing and sight equally keen, that muffled noise was no different from the words spoken before it.

The woman beside Ye Luo, Ling Yuewu, seemed to have been watching him intentionally or not all along. With her mind set on it, the muttering he had just made naturally did not escape her ears.

So, some time ago, Lord Wei had sent his men to investigate every corner of Huizhou. It turned out that the White Lotus Cult had not yet developed much there. After several warnings, the cultists disappeared from Huizhou’s lands.

Clenching his teeth, Shang Hao once again filled the great blade in his right arm with true qi, then drove it straight through his body, killing Pu Zhengbang with a single stroke.

When Madam Mei heard this, she smiled happily. “My son is grievously wounded. Though his life is no longer in danger, once he returns, I fear the master will still not show him mercy and will send him straight back to the army.

“Drill Instructor Wu, I am ready. I want to challenge the final trial. Please submit my application for me!” Mu Qibing saluted first, then said in a voice as sharp and resounding as iron.

And indeed, that lawless fool Yueyue really walked over to the side of the Northern Underworld God, looking longingly at the Great Desolate Riverine Wilds.

She seldom lied, so after speaking she always felt a little unnatural and subconsciously averted her gaze.

Just then, the fox demon Bei Liang swung the terrifying beam of light in his mouth and swept it directly toward the great elder and the three experts around him.

The galaxy was as good as finished. That side had even managed to kill a master of the Force—what else would they be incapable of?

Sun Chuanting learned at once that the number of bandits stationed in places such as Suizhou, Ningling, and Shangqiu had increased dramatically.

Just as Tian Wu was about to transmit a message to Jiang Chen, Purple Wisteria flashed away in a single movement, no longer paying attention to Jiang Yingliu and the other person, and instead headed toward that courtyard.

Yueyue had encountered plenty of despicable people on her way; what was a mere prostitute to her? Did she really have to be afraid of her?

For one thing, it was an affair of the Eastern Residence. Though they were relatives, it was never proper to meddle in another family’s business.

Even if he never listened in class, he could still effortlessly take first place every day, so during this period he had coasted along smoothly without a single worry.

As for Liu Zi’ang, the feeling of both disgust and liking in his heart was strangely mixed, like holding a chocolate coated with dog shit in his hand: eat it, and you feel sick; throw it away, and it seems a pity.