Chapter 138: Storming the Qiankun Sect
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Looking at Chen Yuyang’s bowed head and solemn expression, Yan Dangmo couldn’t help but feel a sense of doubt. He had followed along this time primarily to see Chen Yuyang…
My master and senior sister want me to help them with their cultivation
Chapter 137: Discovery
The smile on Yan Dangmo’s face froze instantly, and the anticipation that had just risen vanished without a trace. After all that, it turned out Chen Yuyang was leaving. Yan…
Chapter 136: Still Sending a Gift
Gu Qiushui narrowed her eyes. Though she did not show it outwardly, she had already begun to circulate her spiritual energy in secret. According to her Junior Sister, it was…
Chapter 135: Master Got It
At this moment, the soul of Long Zhizheng, captured by the Soul-Binding Tower, was already tattered and broken. His soul body was like shattered porcelain, missing parts and covered in…
Chapter 134: Very Well, You Can Kill Them All Over Again
“Very well. You should take this Ten Thousand Fire Casket back and study its profound mysteries carefully. Now, it’s time for us to return.” Chen Yuyang withdrew his palm. Compared…
Chapter 133: Refinement
Yan Luo looked at the young man’s earnest gaze, her cheeks burning and turning a deep crimson. She lowered her head, not daring to meet Chen Yuyang’s serious eyes again.…
Chapter 132: It Must Be Like This
Holding the jade casket in his hands, Chen Yuyang could feel a faint, warm sensation spreading from his fingertips. At the same time, a peculiar connection began to form between…
Chapter 131: Break the Formation
Looking at Yan Luo’s reddened eyes and her determined expression, Chen Yuyang couldn’t help but chuckle. ‘Take responsibility for me? What are you thinking, girl? If anyone is going to…
Chapter 130: Set Up and Framed
Yan Luo, at this moment, seemed to have completely lost her senses, entangling herself with Chen Yuyang. Her delicate body radiated a scorching heat, pressing tightly against the young man,…
Chapter 129: The Fate of the Phoenix
At this moment, Yan Luo’s eyes were tightly shut, and her delicate brows were furrowed. Her cheeks were flushed bright red as she brandished non-existent weapons, her mouth constantly shouting…