Chapter 60: Lin Jiachi and Meng Yanche Have Bad Blood

In truth, Lin Jiachi could not quite understand why he harbored such thoughts.

Because he seemed to recall that he used to find Jiang Wuyang immensely annoying.

Every day Jiang Wuyang would bring him some sort of breakfast that didn't even taste good, and then had the nerve to write study notes for him, claiming it was out of fear that Lin Jiachi wouldn't be able to keep up with the teacher's pace.

Back then, he thought to himself, why couldn't Jiang Wuyang just focus on keeping up himself instead of meddling in other people's business?

He wasn't considerate at all, not even a fraction as much as Ruan An'an.

Ruan An—

"Vermilion Bird? I might as well be the Azure Dragon and White Tiger. You claim you're from Mount Longhu, but how do you prove it?" Despite her words, Ye Qi already sensed that the other person was not lying.

"Daoist brother, the harvest you speak of couldn't possibly be the Thunder Emperor's legacy, could it?" At this point, Shentu finally grasped what the Taoist was trying to convey, and he voiced his thoughts with an expression of utter disbelief.

One must know that anyone below the first tier was merely a mortal, destined to turn to dust after a hurried century. Yet upon entering the first tier, one stepped into the realm of the transcendent, and their lifespan instantly soared to ten thousand years.

Recovering only a sliver of composure just now, she slowly sorted through her thoughts in her mind... Although Huo Tingchen held such an attitude and she had little desire to become too deeply entangled with him, this matter after all concerned the Mo family, and he remained the children's father.

The gaze of the Xuan Yuan King finally withdrew from the Taoist. Feeling the departure of that gaze, the Taoist breathed a slight sigh of relief. Sensing the invisible pressure that had just emanated from him, the Taoist gave a bitter internal smile: Xuan Yuan King, is this your way of warning this humble Daoist?

The two of them were standing on a grave mound at this moment. The mound was quite large, looking from afar like a massive earthen slope.

Her voice was very soft, making it somewhat indistinct, and the tone in which she spoke carried a sense of ambiguity... as if she were joking, yet simultaneously imbued with a touch of earnestness.

The deep-seated consciousness she mentioned was, no doubt, the subconscious. If she could subtly fathom the other party's intentions and then issue commands accordingly, success would undoubtedly be guaranteed one hundred percent.

The bloodline knight suddenly let out a muffled groan. The half-exposed face beneath his partial visor instantly turned deathly pale, devoid of all color. At the same time, the tiger patterns, the soft fur, and the sharp claws on his face and his exposed hands vanished without a sound.

"Supreme Master Jiuling is here!" Following a disciple's loud shout, a nine-headed golden lion arrived outside the city lord's mansion, upon which sat an elderly man. He possessed the refined air of an immortal with hair as white as snow, and on his back he carried a long sword radiating colorful light.

"If I were to speak to you now about the righteousness of the world and the greater picture, Yunchang surely would not listen," Liu Xie said, turning his head to look at Guan Yu with a smile.

"Not far now!" Mihu muttered, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as he stared at the road ahead.

"Alright, I'll send his number to your phone. Monkey King, reach out to him later, and go find him within a day or two," I instructed with a parting reminder.

"Why didn't you tell me? When did you find out?" He held her tightly in his arms, wishing he could bear even a fraction of the agony she was enduring.

As for the herb garden bestowed by the Rakshasa clan, it was situated at the border of Asura City, deep within a vast forest. This forest was populated by countless fierce beasts and demonic creatures; without genuine strength, one could not possibly guard the herb garden.

She took a deep breath, intending to descend to the lower level of the Dragon-Weave Palace to inquire about the construction progress of the Lunbo Boat, which was indeed a matter of proper concern for her.

Luo Qinghan's eyes widened. For reasons unknown, a sharp pain suddenly struck his heart, and he violently clutched his chest, feeling wave after wave of piercing agony stab into the deepest recesses of his soul.

At that moment, his phone rang. Luo Qinghan had wanted to continue speaking, but he had no choice but to swallow the words back.

She differed from Li Yunmu in that she absorbed energy, meaning her body had a tolerable limit, whereas Li Yunmu possessed no such restriction.

Mice's words silenced everyone present. Indeed, pooling everyone's strength to encircle and annihilate Asura might make it possible to take him down. The question was, certain people would inevitably die in the process—who would be the one to perish?