Chapter 164: A Powerhouse of Substance

The Jade Tea House was bustling with activity, filled with patrons enjoying their tea and chatting in small groups.

The interior was furnished with antique simplicity and brimming with timeless charm; though not overly lavish, every furnishing was exquisite.

Zun You and Wen Yueqing were still conversing when someone suddenly chimed in, piquing their curiosity.

They turned their heads in unison to look at the newcomer, who was none other than the storyteller from earlier.

"What a brilliant insight the young lady has. I truly never expected..."

Just as Emperor Chi and the others were fleeing in a panic, Chen Xiao had already landed on the opposite cliff face, though his landing was somewhat clumsy.

This slight anomaly made me feel a bit uneasy. When I tried to circulate my ghostly energy, I discovered it had been completely locked down.

"I reckon Mengmeng's belly will show some movement before long too. Should we all head back together so we can take better care of the two of them and nourish their bodies?" asked Yan Su.

Standing on the ground and looking up at the battle in mid-air, Long Chen couldn't help letting out a few sighs of amazement as he asked: What is the current strength and realm of the Dragon Tomb?

As a result, the large black dog by Shuang'er's side bared its teeth and barked wildly at the two of them, frightening them into retreating step by step.

After the first ten finished, the remaining five began to go up one by one. Seeing the challengers dwindle with each round, Chu Shan, standing at the back of the stage, let out a soft sigh, his face heavy with deep sorrow.

Yet, Yunding Mountain, and indeed the entire Yingtian Sect, would be blessed by destiny—this was an indisputable fact, and the benefits they would reap in the future were completely immeasurable.

With Shan'er's meticulous planning, coupled with the Great Roc Sword Array, he ought not to have failed, let alone died.

Recalling the recent arrival of visitors from Yanjing, seemingly specifically for Nie Feng, Qi Nanshan faintly caught a whiff of something unusual.

At that moment, Jiang Chen let out a deep roar, took a step forward into the void, raised his hand, and threw a punch wrapped in a dazzling holy white light. It shook the firmament, cut whistling through the air, and carried an unstoppable momentum as it slammed violently against the terrifying, descending demonic blade.

Their tribe gradually grew, expanding to over a hundred members in the span of two hundred years, yet further growth was halted due to food limitations, forcing them to maintain this population range. Sharp-toothed Crocodiles were not inexhaustible; no matter how vast the swamp was, it could not withstand the toll of such gluttons.

Tian Wei was momentarily stunned. Her cousin was a few years older and had already started working, yet she had never heard of her chasing after celebrities. Besides, she already owned a Storm mobile phone and had no need to pull strings to buy one. Why on earth would she be asking about Sun Yang?

Seeing that he possessed a rather ethereal, Daoist aura, Tang Hedao couldn't help but inwardly praise him: What a charlatan, he certainly looks the part.

Qingyuan felt as though everything had grown quiet, and even the turbulent palpitations in his heart gradually subsided.

"Just tell me what you want to do," Luo Yaoxiang said, tossing his chopsticks aside like a mafia boss starting negotiations.

Take the sun and moon within the Azure Wood Blessed Land, for instance. Although they were the innate deities of that realm, whoever managed to control the Azure Wood Blessed Land would be recognized by the sun and moon as their true master.

Not only that, within a range of more than ten meters on either side and above the hundred-meter spiral passage, all the foreign demons were ground into countless fragments of flesh by the power of the shockwave, shooting out in all directions amidst spurting blood.

Seeing Tudisha and Xiao Tianyan chatter away for a while before finally leaving, Qiu Huaici shook his head helplessly.

Being able to pull someone back from the gates of death meant this was no ordinary medicinal pill; it was a life-saving elixir.

Having swallowed the entire steamed bun, Zhou Yangfan finally discovered the secret to eating them: chew a few times and swallow.

"Cough, cough!" After surfacing, Zuo Feng broke into a violent fit of coughing. Beside him, Old Huang had his legs rigidly straight—he had suffered a cramp and had passed out after inhaling seawater.

Yang Jing's mother was a notorious gossip who loved wagging her tongue; goodness knows how many people in the village wished to slap her across the face.