Chapter 127: The Auction Invitation

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Strangely enough, the demon zither and musical score that had seemed embedded in her flesh and melted into her mind slowly began to reveal their true forms above Ji Yining’s crown.

Then everyone turned their gaze toward the several people standing at the very center. The forces of the Earth-Kun Sect and the Heaven-Qian Sect stood far apart, with a circle of intertwined yin and yang fish between them, as though it concealed some profound principle of heaven and earth. Its design was extraordinarily mysterious.

But with the whole family here, she could hardly place the blame on the child.

Having made all these arrangements, the only thing left for everyone to do was wait for Captain Song to deliver the underwater equipment.

At last, they endured until the following evening. The air along Food Street was filled with the enticing aromas of every imaginable delicacy. In a private dining room, old friends who had not seen one another for ages were reunited once more. After a few cups of wine, the atmosphere grew lively indeed.

Yet after searching everything, Lin Yi found nothing besides money, silver, and a few valuables.

The Immortal of Six Paths watched as the barrier of absolute defense gradually contracted. Lin Yi stood suspended in midair, while beneath his feet yawned a vast pit like a heavenly chasm—bottomless, pitch-black, and impossible to see through.

“You’ll get used to it little by little.” Seeing Shiyao speak, Hongyi smiled faintly, but then his brows drew together once more.

Bai Sixian led Shuangshuang and Huanghuang into Yijing Manor, one child by each hand. A-Bu was there to welcome them.

The Buckwheat girl no longer felt unwell. With Dongsheng and his aunt caring for her, Qi Xiaoting and the others had returned to Peach Garden early that morning.

“So this is the truth behind the Blood-Pattern Curse. Zhou Junyi, you truly are ruthless in your scheming.” Lu Ran narrowed his eyes.

In the distance, Lie Ying leaned against the car door, his hands in his pockets. Beneath the morning light, the man wore a white shirt and black suit trousers, his tall figure striking and upright.

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It was not only Mu Haokun who saw it. Even Ye Chusheng, seated in a private room on the second floor, noticed it. He had come out today to handle some official business, and the official had arranged to meet him at Secluded Retreat.

Jiang Yutang burst out laughing, but he still told her everything. The evidence they had gathered earlier also proved useful in its entirety.

After searching for a while, Murong Ningyue suddenly stopped. At the same time, her gaze turned toward a certain direction.

The iron centipede let out a hiss and whipped its tail around. Qi Xiaoting struck it heavily with the back of her fist, sending the tail flying away. Without giving the iron centipede a chance to recover, Qi Xiaoting used the tree trunk to beat furiously at its head. As long as she avoided the giant mandibles sweeping through the air and took care not to be caught between them, the trunk could hold out for a while.

“I don’t know.” The words fell like a basin of ice water poured over his head, extinguishing the interrogator’s fervor completely. The interrogator glanced at Noy. Noy raised a hand in a gesture to stop. After receiving the order, the interrogator nodded regretfully.

“How did all of you end up crowding into my house?” I looked at the several gate guardians by the entrance and said helplessly.

Strangely enough, cultivators had low fertility. Families like Yuchi Nana’s, which produced a newborn every century, were exceedingly rare. Most people, like Duan Yan, were born into ordinary farming households. Yet when asked to live in a place like this, they became extraordinarily fussy.

The fat man hurriedly kowtowed. Seeing from the corner of his eye that Wu Wei had not objected, he hastily rolled away as though granted a reprieve.

“Haha, someone finally fell off the truck.” One of the killers raised his sickle and slashed at him.

He immediately opened Underworld Taobao and entered the name. Sure enough, there was a large supply of the medicinal herb, and the price was not expensive either. He spent a little over a thousand nether coins and bought it.

Potian opened his mouth, but in the end he could only shut it again angrily, looking as though he no longer cared whether Qin Ling lived or died.

Chen Ao shook his head repeatedly. He thought to himself that these people were not only shamelessly thick-skinned and utterly devoid of decency, but also cruel and unscrupulous, stopping at nothing. If they truly became the chief helmsman, the laborers at the saltworks would surely have an even harder time.

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The two walked one ahead of the other. Lin Yan said nothing, while Butler Tang seemed to be pondering something as well. Neither of them spoke.

He took Wang Bing’s phone and examined it thoroughly, but apart from a few chat records between Wang Bing and other people, there was nothing else of importance.

At the same time, Haotian’s outstretched right hand neither dodged nor evaded, plunging straight into the countless sword rays.

With that, Zhang Hua walked away. A flash of anger passed through Zhou Liping’s eyes, but vanished in an instant.

It was not unreasonable for her to think that way. Xu You, that snake-brained lunatic, really could be infuriating at times. Irritating or not, though, the handsome Xu was still quite presentable. What on earth did her grandfather find objectionable about him?

Besides that, the black fragment seemed to possess the power to alter a person’s heart and convictions. In the past—in the past, I had been just like my junior sister. In my eyes, the righteous path was the righteous path, and the demonic path was the demonic path. Righteous and demonic practitioners could never coexist.

Only the men who had been shouting curses were breaking out in cold sweat, traces of terror showing in their eyes.

The moment he said this, the old women who had been chattering away all turned to look. They saw a fat monk with a broad face and enormous ears, a wine gourd hanging from his waist, walking toward them while rolling an immense strand of Buddhist prayer beads between his fingers.

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