Chapter 13182 — If It Really Is a Mid-Grade Elementary Secret Realm

He paused, then after carefully reviewing the whole thing, Jiang Liu said, "Say what you like, that idiot rich kid acted like a total blockhead—but now that I think back on it, he really did have a bit of the 'play the pig to eat the tiger' about him."

Sima Zhao deeply agreed. "An ordinary idiot rich kid would never have that kind of eye. But he managed to attach himself to a big shot like Zhao Gongming—and whatever that man lets slip, just a scrap of it, would be enough to feed the likes of us for a lifetime!"

"Oh no! Then haven't we taken a huge loss!"

Jiang Liu turned back...

"Who goes there?!" the newcomer roared in shock and fury. Yet contrary to Baldy's expectation, he did not stagger back from the impact; instead, with one hand he drew his own weapon and held it before him... and then, almost casually, flicked it upward, shattering the energy shield on the Wailing Barrier, while Baldy himself stumbled a step backward.

"Well, well, if it isn't little Hanyan! Good to have you back—we're still one family, after all." Liu Fengmei wore a shameless grin, which left Luo Hanyan utterly speechless.

And the aim of Xue Qiong and the other two was to get their hands on an aircraft, then fly straight to Mount Huaguo.

The true Soul-Retaining Bell was a top-grade spiritual artifact. Several thousand years ago it appeared in the world of cultivation and set off a terrible storm of bloodshed, costing countless cultivators their lives. In the end, a powerful figure from the Nebula Valley stepped forward and seized this top-grade spiritual artifact, and only then did the farce come to an end.

Looking from head to toe like a delinquent youth, Tsuchimikado Motoharu emerged from the shadows in the corner of the room, accompanied by the jingling clatter of gold chains and the ugly slap of his sandals, and came into Aleister Crowley's line of sight.

"It's his old ailment. The imperial physician has come to look at him, but all he did was prescribe the usual medicine—it's not doing much good." Princess Han led them into the hall, had them sit, and called the servants to bring tea.

This was probably her real gain from this outing. Human hearts, too, were laid bare in full at this very moment.

Of course, at that time Xiu Quxi did not know this Zen master's dharma name; the other party had not said it, and she had not dared to ask.

At this point I could see clearly—it was actually a severed ear, and only about half of one at that. I simply dared not look a second time. This had to be a real gangland fight; it was on a completely different level from the scraps we had at school.

But for the sake of her family, and to protect all those she must protect, she had no other choice.

Xiao Wuxie, along with Duan Tiange, Ao Wuchang, and Tiele, who had flown over with him, were all unable to believe the news—each one of them was shocked beyond measure.

Could it be that they had already gone extinct? Palace Mistress Shashui frowned deeply. Last year it had taken her a very long time just to find one. She scooped up Mi Dou and flew down toward the third level.

He still remembered how, back then, in order to improve his own cultivation arts, he had gone to the old Daoist every single day—either debating the Way or sparring with magic—until he had learned and absorbed all of the old Daoist's arts and techniques, and only then did he let the man be.

"Don't worry, before I die I'll definitely do you in," Lian Qinglong said, refusing to show weakness, and casually drew out his machete again. The result was another wave of excruciating pain for Zhou Yong, and this time he passed out completely.

Mi Dou was taken aback. He had not known that the brothel closed during the daytime, and he retreated somewhat awkwardly.

"Damn it." The primordial spirit in Lin Tianxuan's Purple Mansion and Bright Hall felt as if a steel needle had been driven straight into his brain, and his head split with pain—had his powers of concentration not far surpassed those of ordinary men...

Flooded by the sudden influx of spiritual energy, the spiritual energy seed grew wildly excited, constantly absorbing and devouring, seeming extremely busy.

Mi Dou's heart surged with bitterness. He was jealous of these people for knowing her name; he was jealous that they had known her long ago; he was jealous that they could speak with her. Ah—I am nothing but a stranger. Mi Dou was bitter and jealous, yet his heart pounded wildly, full of anticipation. Would you kick me and curse me too?

After handing over the Blood Spider Demon Crystal, Meng Rui and Wei Ang took the money and left with the other hunters; given their status, it was utterly impossible for them to enter the mansion. When they parted, Li Yunchen thanked Meng Rui once more for saving his life, and even shared some of the medicinal herbs that Zhuge the old Daoist had given him.