Volume One, Chapter 118: Farewell, Old Jiang

To verify his suspicion, Montage went directly to the section of the city wall where Elder Jiang was located. The surroundings were covered in a layer of frost, and within the ice, a faint silhouette could be seen—if it wasn’t Elder Jiang, then who else could it be? At this moment, Elder Jiang exuded an ominous aura, and even the ice around him was tinged with a dark, black hue.

“Found him!”

Watching the two shocked close friends, Baby smiled at Wu Li, who returned her smile. To be honest, helping the old Taoist break through was easy for him; the real question was why he would step in to assist.

The phoenix’s transformation naturally understood beauty and ugliness. Surely, no otherworldly creature would intentionally make their human form ugly during metamorphosis. Therefore, to defeat Li Xuan, he had to focus on these two points. First, he did not believe that the dragon clan’s special abilities were unparalleled in the world or something impossible to find. With the power of his family, he simply couldn’t find a way to compete. Thus, even if he was reluctant, there was no other option.

Then, Susanoo gradually spread over the Nine-Tails’ entire body, the armor slowly encasing it bit by bit.

Speaking of which, Kato Megumi, Kanna, and Thor only needed to sit there like models, being photographed.

Elquitte and Hiel both frowned slightly; there was definitely something unpleasant constantly happening within this cave.

Meanwhile, several gods couldn’t help but come over to take a look, curious about who was so formidable as to endure a tribulation for an entire year.

The "Nameless" and "Perseus" Blessing Match, as a "Thousand Eyes" cadre, naturally required the White Night Fork’s attention to the game’s progress, meaning she had been watching behind the scenes from start to finish.

Mu Qiu thought this event was a severe blow to Zi An, so she gently patted her shoulder, encouraging her to let go and move on.

Of course, Fang Yu didn’t mention this. He only said that the spiritual realm also had divine artifacts, but this alchemical furnace was not originally a divine artifact—it had simply been nurtured into one with intelligence.

After all, Gu Xi not only betrayed the emperor but also conspired with Prince Ning to deceive him. It was no wonder the emperor couldn’t tolerate it.

This was a brothel after all, so it needed some risqué stories about climbing walls and secret trysts; if you acted too proper, people wouldn’t be interested.

Thus, Su Jinghao felt an overwhelming sense of crisis, determined to win Mo Zhenxin’s heart.

“Yang Lan, it’s up to you now.” Within the mansion, the black mist dissipated, and Yang Lan opened her eyes, her aura erupting like a volcano.

Elsewhere, Chen Zhantian was in seclusion, cultivating to elevate his realm and striving to reach peak condition.

On the morning of October 6th, the driver drove Jiang Changsheng, Liu Yifei, Tang Yan, and Shu Chang to the Yanjing Film City.

Jian’s mother thought Jiang Jinge might be nervous at such an important occasion, so she reached out and gently held her hand to comfort her.

In other words, it couldn’t be cooked food; it must be fresh biomass full of vibrant life energy, such as blood-sucking.” At this, El’s voice couldn’t hide a hint of laughter.

The empress was also from the chancellor’s family, so before being banished to the cold palace, she had been imprisoned.

A stranger called, claiming to be from a certain record company and hoping Li Jundong could write several songs for some of their singers, offering prices on par with the top domestic composers and lyricists.

Lin Fengling saw the newcomer’s imposing presence; being timid by nature, she tugged Liu Tian’s sleeve and signaled him to yield the path, clearly not wanting to invite trouble.

Qin Feng spoke and turned to leave, unwilling to linger any longer for fear that Canglan’s delicate charm might change his mind.