Chapter 110: Concern for Mistress Yun (Part One)

Yun Shuang raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at Mu Lihua, who could barely contain her excitement, and couldn't help but feel curious. "What kind of method is it?"

"That scoundrel is hounding you so relentlessly precisely because you are currently single and unmarried!"

Mu Lihua’s mouth curled into a wide, triumphant grin. "Just make him believe that you are already planning to get married, that he will never have another chance. Wouldn't that solve it?"

Yun Shuang: "..."

She had expected her to have—

"Mom, Brother said he’s taking Rongrong out for dinner alone and isn't bringing us!" Ying Cheng complained triumphantly, waiting for Ying Wang to be scolded.

Seeing Qin Mu turn to leave, Bi Qing hurriedly called out to stop him. Qin Mu turned back, looking at Bi Qing with a slight frown.

"The Fourth Transformation Eye of Taihao! The power of destruction is already this formidable!" Liu Sanbian snarled.

The sky above Liucui Plain grew darker by the moment. A fierce wind whipped at people’s sleeves; a snowstorm was coming.

Before long, candles were lit in the living room. Peng Jingrong and the others sat upright in the main hall, listening to Sun Gang report the latest news.

These two masters of the Source Venerable realm had been pinning their hopes on that God Lord to intimidate Qin Mu. Unfortunately, now that they had reached a life-or-death moment, that God Lord had never appeared to come to their aid.

Tang Yu was gone. She would never again see that temperamental, unpredictable, and capricious old eccentric in her dreams.

In truth, Han Ning didn’t really have a specific purpose for Aigya’s dragon blood; when added all together, the guy didn't have much blood to begin with.

Suddenly, an old man appeared. To be precise, it was an old beggar, holding a glass vessel and about to run forward.

After receiving a look from Elizabeth Swann, Murong Xuan nodded in understanding and reached out to grasp the tentacle on the table.

Red and blue light flowed out, vanishing in an instant as a giant Demon God Eye appeared above the Shuiyue Grotto.

Hearing Gong Ling’s words, Luo Yukun naturally understood why Shao Heng was not afraid of the Great Derivative Profound Prohibition and was even so familiar with it. Elder Cheng had discussed it with Gong Ling many times while studying the prohibition.

But I, on the contrary, became harder to satisfy. I yearned for a higher quality of life. I wanted luxury cars, expensive clothes, and I wanted to use my beauty and charm to win the opulence that others couldn't obtain in a lifetime of hard work.

A Master of the Primordial Spirit who has lost his physical body, while still possessing the realm of a Primordial Spirit, will find it difficult to exert combat power for some time. Protecting the Volong Spirit Venerable at this moment would not yield any benefits and would instead bring quite a bit of trouble to the Evil Monarch Qianmu.

The nature of the human heart is indeed difficult to change. Even for a cultivator who has achieved the Primordial Spirit and possesses a sufficiently firm inner self, this innate nature cannot be completely erased.

Fortunately, since his rebirth, such things had not happened again. Now, Lin Tianxue’s state of mind was rounded and his Daoist heart consolidated; his Primordial Spirit was far beyond his cultivation level, enough to suppress this heart of slaughter that stirred from time to time.

The expressions of the six people charging forward changed. They could not ignore an attack of this magnitude and could only deploy their own means to defend. A chaotic brawl broke out immediately.

If the user has not reached the required level, they cannot use it, nor can they use spirit stones of the corresponding grade, as they fundamentally lack the ability to extract spiritual energy from the stones.

"Brother Zhou, is this the high-grade Great Qin Warship you obtained last time you participated in entering the ruins of the Great Qin Empire?" Yang Ao asked, watching the warship with envy.

They did not hide their auras; their cultivation was clearly at the fifth level of Qi Refining. They narrowed their eyes as they watched. These loose cultivators often mocked others to gain attention. The loose cultivator in the front was just about to make a few mocking remarks when the sound of a giant beast’s heavy breathing drifted from the very back.

As a secret martial art of their Yelu family, Qin Xiao should not have seen it before. Yet, just by watching her perform it a few times, he had deduced the Seven Spirits Fist to such an extreme degree. Such discernment and comprehension, without the foundation of the Blood Sea realm, would be impossible to achieve. What kind of existence was "Han Lin" exactly?