Chapter 104: Nothing Happened at All

On the table lay small cakes, milk tea, and some strange snacks that were utterly detrimental to an elderly person’s cardiovascular health—everywhere there was harm, one bite led to worry about the next, but what could one do? The old gentleman was enjoying his food so much that even I couldn’t persuade him to open his mouth and bite into that large chicken leg.

Nearby, a child cheered enthusiastically. Yuan Xiangdie looked at the child and, at first, thought of a mischievous brat, but she also liked children. Xiao Wei was so well-behaved and adorable; if only she could bring him over for the old gentleman to see...

Yuan Xiangdie found this idea feasible.

The clothes he wore...

After two slaps, his face had swollen up like a fermented large bun.

Ye Ranran briefly recounted the events that had transpired and then fixed her burning gaze on Bei Minghuang.

Though he appeared kind and harmless, in truth, when unleashed, he was a bloodthirsty killing Buddha, stepping on lotus flowers with ruthless determination, unstoppable.

Zhao Yanfeng saw Hu Ding Tian’s respectful demeanor before the youth and knew this was the very young man who had defeated Hu Ding Tian and sent him a message.

“So, this grand event is in Yuci City and is about to begin soon?” Ye Hao wasted no words and asked directly.

If there had been any lingering doubts before, Zhang Zihao’s death erased them all. At this moment, everyone chose to believe Ye Hao and the words he spoke last night.

At that moment, the clay Bodhisattva narrated the events, while Qin Shuang and the others listened intently, their expressions shifting as astonishment and shock surfaced in their eyes.

The Bodhisattva’s fruit position seemed somewhat higher than that of an Arhat, but in terms of strength, when it came to fierce battles against demons, the Arhat was specialized, and the Bodhisattva might not necessarily prevail. As for the Buddha, it was the highest fruit position and realm in Buddhism; both Arhats and Bodhisattvas could become Buddhas, but was it really that easy to achieve Buddhahood?

Mu Yu temporarily abandoned the idea of catching up with Di Wuyou and slyly tried to enter Feng Yunran’s room.

Helian Yuan held Yan Luo’er at the slow-step terrace, shielding her securely in his arms, not a scratch on her.

The car driven by Long Jianfei had already entered the villa district of southern Qilu. Yet he was unaware that he was already within the opponent’s telescope range.

Brother Feng’s cultivation technique seemed closely related to Master Mo of Zhiyang’s shop.

In the demon realm, the largest Golden Demon Volcano bubbled with molten lava, burning mountains and seas. The ground cracked and trembled, mountain peaks and rocks sliding down, crushing many demon ghosts trapped within. A gap opened in the lava at the foot of the mountain, flowing downward and burning even more demon ghosts.

At this moment, Jin Guanxin coldly pressured Ye Feng, certain that Ye Feng would obediently pay the money.

Then Wang Sheng arranged matters with a young soldier beside him and led Li Feng into the military district’s main office.

The Wayfarer extended his hand and caught it, opening the cloth to reveal a three-inch-long iron shard covered in yellow rust. Yet his face betrayed no joy; this was precisely the fragment they had come for, and now it was finally in the demon realm’s hands.

Qin Hongying was indeed in the pill refining chamber, accompanied by three elders at the Nascent Soul stage—two from the Qin family and one from the Li family—assisting the head of the Pharmacist Sect in refining pills.

“Tian Yang said his pill refining success rate is low, and your family isn’t very satisfied. From now on, no special pill refining will be done exclusively for the Long family. Since Tian Yang is to inherit the Pharmacist Sect leadership, he can’t show favoritism. In the future, if you want him to refine pills, you’ll have to go through the normal procedures like everyone else,” Yang Yuting told the Long family head.

The third son frowned deeply as a long sword slashed toward him. Li Zhichen twisted his body, blocking and parrying the sword, engaging in battle with the third son.

Unexpectedly, Li Tao suddenly stepped in front of Yu Liang, patted his shoulder, and softly said to him:

“Don’t rush. As the perfect sacrifice, it naturally requires delicate, slow work!”

With a grim face like a shadowy vulture, Mo Tong felt a sense of satisfaction after tormenting for so long. The plan to resurrect the evil spirit must not suffer any mistakes now.