Chapter 65: What on earth is Step-Cloud Ruins even teaching?!

"Young Daoist Song, step back!"

Su Changling shouted in a cold and resonant voice. Caught in the encirclement of a swarm of demons, Song Changying's body reacted faster than his mind—before his sluggish brain could properly process the command, his physical form was already driven by pure instinct to violently retreat three paces!

"Boom—!"

A formidable surge of sword Qi suddenly erupted. The gale-like sword wind swept away the fiendish creatures and scattered the piles of sandalwood bark that were stacked like small mounds across the courtyard. The grey tiles on the courtyard wall were shattered by the sword—

This time, his cultivation had reached the sixth tier of the Taixuan Realm, and his physical body had even advanced to the terrifying first tier of the Taiji Realm, making cultivation much easier than before. Especially with the evolution of the Dreamlike Divine Light Dragon within his sea of consciousness, comprehending the divine soul became effortless for him, and his control over his soul improved by leaps and bounds.

"Father, executing a general right before a battle is detrimental to our campaign. I beg Your Highness to pardon General Lai's offense and allow him to redeem himself through meritorious service." Eldest Prince Luo Fang interceded on his behalf.

"Alright, immediately send a carriage to take me to the imperial palace. As for the rest of you, dispatch someone to the Wang Family Winery and inform the people there that I have gone to the palace, so they do not need to come looking for me," Wang Ping'an instructed.

"Yet I possess a human heart!" Mu Sen said, patting his chest. This time he wasn't boasting; from head to toe, the only part of him that remained human was indeed his heart.

In particular, the snowflakes dancing across the heavens were piercingly cold. The moment they drew near, it felt as though one had been plunged into an ice cellar, bringing an unbearable chill that stiffened the joints in his fingers, rendering them clumsy and inflexible.

The Virtual Second World is an entirely new, undeveloped virtual world corresponding to the real world.

Cui Xin and Wu Ying nodded. Only a fool would say they didn't want to, but the question was—did such a good thing actually exist?

"I haven't vented my anger yet, how can we just let it go!" Li Yuanji thought to himself that the people from the Erxian Manor needed to make some sort of gesture, show a bit of compliance, and bow their heads; otherwise, he would just continue throwing his tantrums.

Naturally, Li Seimin had no idea what a "temporary ID card" was, but he was nonetheless deeply impressed by this fellow. He was truly exceptional! Resourceful in his actions, not only had he gathered intelligence clearly, but he had also laid out the situation in just a few words.

"How should we deal with the Fire Fruit King, and how should we go about capturing the entire Fire Fruit Tribe?" Huo Ye asked.

A bamboo staff lunged diagonally, striking the Hawk squarely in the chest. The Hawk froze, his gaze staring blankly at Bai Wushuang. In an instant, every single puzzle in his mind clicked into place. Why Man Xiong had been murdered, why this muddled hunt had taken place today, why Yehuan Huo had charged over... Everything was crystal clear.

However, Apollo was clearly also a powerhouse among the Hunyuan Immortals, and this was the very first time Ye Long had unleashed this technique of the Indestructible Golden Elixir.

Hearing Zheng Jian's voice, Liu Chuang shivered instinctively, and the food tray in his hand almost dropped to the ground.

"Abao, since you're in no mood to sleep right now, how about I accompany you out for a stroll?" Zheng Jian said to Abao with a genial expression.

Of those nine vials of reagent, he intended to consume one himself, the Mary sisters would take one each, and the remaining six vials he temporarily stored within the Dragon-Patterned Ring.

In any case, had Su Bolong not mentioned it, he never would have thought of needing someone to watch the door.

"Brother, once this matter is concluded, why don't you accompany me to Runan City? Securing even a modest official post is far better than wandering about as a knight-errant." Liang Dao suggested.

This sensation felt precisely like the time before he began his cultivation, when he used to lie in the hospital bed with his heart constantly gripped by a stabbing pain.

All in all, it meant that Lang Long had beaten an old man, but he was not at fault because he had not beaten the man to death, and therefore it did not constitute a violation of the monastic rules of the Buddhist temple.

Everyone could not help thinking that only someone like Xia Fanxing could utter such words in such a completely natural manner.

Of the two men leading the group, one wore a helmet and armor, projecting a majestic and formidable aura. Although his stature was extremely tall and imposing, it did not give off even the slightest trace of coarseness. With a square face, a high bridge of a nose, and a pair of piercing tiger eyes beneath sword-like brows, he truly cut a striking and awe-inspiring figure.