Chapter 153: The Semi-Immortal Body

In the busiest market of the Imperial Capital, at a rudimentary fortune-teller’s stall consisting of a single table and chair, stood a bamboo pole. Hanging from it was a piece of burlap inscribed with the words: "Nothing Cannot Be Divined."

A disheveled wandering Taoist priest spoke in a low, earnest tone, audible only to the two people standing before him. "The first hurdle, young lady, is the grave danger you encountered, which forced your soul to shift and your spirit to transmigrate..." The priest stared intently into her eyes. "The second hurdle is your successive..."

The matchmaker led Yuan Jinjin out of the courtyard and toward the bridal sedan chair. As firecrackers erupted, Yuan Jinjin sat inside the sedan, the corners of her mouth curling into a smile.

Liu Haoxuan would never tolerate such an offensive act—one that dared to scheme against his maternal grandfather’s house and even implicated A-Luo.

The remaining armored men had long since lost all courage. Standing amidst the sea of fire, they gazed up at the scorching Flame Demon Sword in the sky. Through their helmets, their eyes appeared utterly vacant; they had forgotten even to resist or flee, as if they knew that beneath an eight-star matrix weapon, there was nowhere left to run.

In an instant, endless flames rose up from behind her, forming a wall of fire that trapped everyone within the inferno.

That fellow, fearing that someone from the Underworld might secretly intervene to assist Su Lin, had hidden himself as well, intending to observe the competition from the shadows. That was why he had remained unseen by the others.

Pressing his body tightly against the grass, Zhang Lie lay as still as if he were truly dead, holding even his breath.

She had originally forsaken those resplendent, ornate gowns, aiming for a look of simple, unadorned elegance—like a lone orchid in a deep valley. Yet, she lacked the quiet grace of an orchid; although she was beautiful, the hostility and arrogance between her brows ruined the effect, making her look like a poor imitation of something she was not.

Jing Mengran wept in sorrow, and An Zhaoxi did not even know how to comfort her mother. All she could do was stand there, letting the tears stream down her face.

He still remembered the sheer power of that punch—it had shattered the Iron Pagoda’s martial path, blasting him directly into the abyss.

Liu Xinrui felt a profound warmth in her heart, as if she were enveloped by a hearth, making her reluctant to leave. But noticing Mu Lingluo’s exhaustion, she simply nodded in acknowledgment, swallowed the lump in her throat, and bowed before retreating.

"I know about you and Sister He. What do you intend to do?" Chu Yaqi suddenly asked in a soft voice.

"Hee hee, Sister Ruoxi, your skin has become so beautiful. It wouldn't be all thanks to that lecherous Ying Jun, would it?" Long Miaomiao suddenly hugged Lin Ruoxi, her hands playfully stroking the other woman’s smooth skin.

Meanwhile, friends like Jiang Dongliu, Liu Jiangshan, and Qu Ao thought to themselves, *Yan Zhen, you must win; you cannot die here.*

"If we leave now, what will happen to my Wan'er? I truly love her. No, I won't give up just like that." Qian Duoduo, his face beaten into a swollen mess by Ying Jun, was still thinking of Mu Wan'er—he was, one had to admit, a hopeless romantic.

"Let’s go take a look together." Nalan Ruyan grabbed Lin Yi’s hand and pulled him along as she ran.

Lu Yu channeled his internal energy to examine himself, sensing that about fifty percent remained. He then calmly retreated toward the edge of the beast tide, constantly shifting his position while contemplating: if he were the enemy, when would he choose to strike?

"Call the police? Forget it. Let’s take him home first and see what he wants when he wakes up." Ying Jun still had a fairly good impression of Iron Snake.

"Am I dying?" Huangfu Ba looked at the sword piercing his heart, dazed, silent, and lost in a vacant trance.

Perhaps sensing that Ying Jun’s arrogance meant he did not take them seriously, the wolves began to growl dangerously in their throats. The wolf on the left suddenly leaped, lunging directly at Ying Jun. Its target was simple: his throat, following the instinctual hunting habits of its kind.