Chapter Seventy-One: Gathering at Yin Mountain

Yin Division Mountain.

The man in red watched Qin Xiaomo for a long moment, murmuring to himself, “He’s getting better at knowing my tastes.”

“Lord Demon, what did you say?”

The man in red gently wiped the sweat from her forehead and spoke slowly, “Send her out of the mountain.”

“Why?” The serpent-tailed monster asked in surprise. After all, no one who entered Yin Division Mountain ever left alive, especially not a sacrificial offering.

“This year’s offering does not suit my appetite.”

The serpent-tailed monster sized Qin Xiaomo up and down. “She seems quite fine to me, far superior to those before. Besides, Lord Demon, if you don’t consume the offering, when will the pill energy—”

Dongfang Yuping raised the Beidou egg in his hand, pretending to eat it; but just as it reached his lips, he hesitated.

Thus, whether Sophia’s accusation could be overturned depended on George! He Xi silently prayed in his heart.

Li Mu’s five points of spiritual power were already impressive compared to the students of this school. For example, most third-year students, who had just been promoted this year, also possessed only five points of spiritual power.

Next, the werewolf donned the old woman’s clothes, pulled on her hat, lay down on the bed, and became still.

“Princess Consort, is your magical artifact perhaps not very effective?” Lady Dong, who had been nervous moments before, now couldn’t resist mocking her.

Tang Yuanshan could not accept that his family’s ancestor was merely a shriveled fox. If he returned home with this, he could never explain it. Regardless of why it was a fox, he had to discover the ancestor’s regret. According to the agreed time, so long as it was before noon today, the ritual would still be effective.

“That’s more like it!” Tian Tian, hearing Zhao Zilong agree, went off like a victorious general to fetch her earplugs.

He Xi was among the last to leave the team. When he realized the captain was about to direct his rage at him, he hurriedly chose to quit. It wasn’t that he wanted to leave; he was forced to, he told himself.

Mo Chou Chou looked at Dongfang Yuping with some surprise. Normally, any cultivator would be curious and eager to examine such a treasure from another dimension. Yet her new master suppressed the urge.

She had hoped Chu Xinghan would come to help, not to die. She hadn’t anticipated that the puppet would not immediately slay the enemy, but instead shield her from a fatal blow with its own body. Her heart trembled, and a complex feeling arose—just as her mother had said, this ‘puppet’ would protect her with its life.

Watching Bai Weiyu raise her brows and smile slightly before obediently sitting back in the chair, Xiao Nianyuan was very satisfied. He took a dry towel and rubbed Bai Weiyu’s hair for a while, then turned on the hair dryer and carefully began to blow it dry.

She never expected that one day, her lone sword could be paired with a system to bring Ming Yue back.

And among the six Celestial Talismans, only one is truly unknowable in form—the Divine Weapon Talisman.

Hearing this, Zhao Chen felt a slight relief. While waiting, Roshan, beside him, seemed to remember something, quickly said a word to him, and ran back to the research institute.

So, the night they received President Lou’s promise to have Teacher Li compose a song for them, their faces were still full of delighted surprise.

As the years pass, their outlook on life and values gradually change. They begin to chase wealth, flaunt their strength, enhance their powers, and strive to dominate the spiritual world.

Ah, nearly forgotten—the Pei and Lu families are related. It’s perfectly normal for him to attend the wedding as the Lu family representative.

After about a quarter of an hour, the two were already seated indoors. Qinghui had reverted to her physical form, sitting obediently to one side, holding a cup in her hands.

“This princess did not come to attend the wedding of some commoner!” Wu Linlin remained arrogant and capricious as ever.

Baili Xuance grew complacent, but a single word from Lanling Wang reignited his excitement. He immediately pulled his flying sickle and retreated. The fat man, not aiming to defeat him, simply turned, drew the hidden throwing knife from his person, and prepared to hurl it at Baili Shouyue’s back.