63 Flower Cultivation

"I truly feel a wondrous power shielding me against the surrounding bad luck. I think, if it is this creature, it can stay by my side always." After a moment, the Star of Misfortune said with great delight.

Moreover, Li Yuzhen had figured out a loophole of her own: Old Sanpao's mother had merely mentioned the Lan family girl, without specifying whether it was the older or the younger sister. With this realization, Li Yuzhen felt confident. Dragging her husband along, she headed straight for Songpo Village in high spirits.

However, once she actually began teaching Han Ge, Ning Meng realized that things were not quite as she had imagined.

"Does everyone in your family go to sleep this early?" Zhao Qingcheng asked with a smile as she wrapped herself tighter in her down jacket upon stepping outside.

It would have been better if RYL had won yesterday; at least a Chinese team would have advanced to the finals, making things a bit easier for the rest of them.

If the former outcome occurred, Yunfang would have been better off remaining silent rather than offering explanations; as for the latter, it would inevitably drag many more complications into the matter, and she did not want the entire Lan family to become entangled.

This was precisely what Li Longze wanted, as it made it much easier for him to utilize the system's domestication function on the pair.

However, given that the matter involved something as grave as Zhang Guolao having his physical body destroyed, True Person Chunyang was deeply afraid that immortals Zhang Guolao and Lan Caihe might prove no match for the Northern Deer Demon's crafty and versatile schemes, ultimately falling victim to their plots.

"I am looking for my sister about something," Yunfang retorted without looking back. As she opened her mouth, a heavy gust of chilling air rushed into her nose and throat, instantly freezing her core.

"Go ahead, I have work to attend to as well," Lin Jing said inwardly with a delighted heart, heading toward her office.

Following a fierce battle, the combat spilled outward from the great hall. Across the vast expanse outside the castle, both sides began to unleash their magic with even greater abandon.

Lu Tianyu thought she was truly about to attack him and raised his hand to begin chanting a spell, but Yaya suddenly pivoted and launched a lightning assault against the mist dragon.

Meanwhile, Lin Jie remained completely oblivious to Old Man San's intentions. To him, scum like Old Man San was utterly unworthy of mention; rather, the ambush from that fateful night was far more capable of arousing his interest.

Regarding Zhang Jingxuan's sentimental sigh, Liang Chen felt a slight trace of puzzlement, unsure whether the man was merely lamenting or simply grumbling.

He had only a single thought remaining: to restore his body as quickly as possible and shatter the enclosure of this magic. Yet, even with his physical form reconstructed, breaking through the spell and escaping was no easy task. Within this space resembling solid matter, figuring out how to wield magic posed a formidable challenge.

And as for that buddy over there—damn, you are even more impressive! You actually went ahead and directly used molten ore to forge weapons. Can a weapon forged from such raw material genuinely be of any use?

Her shoulders revealed crystal-clear, smooth skin, while her back was held together by merely a few thin straps of fabric. It seemed that with the mere tug of a single strap, the garment would slip right off.

Led by Zhao Juxue, the five members of Flying Dragon Academy drifted forward like wisps of white cloud, descending gracefully onto the arena stage.

At present, perhaps only low-level or unranked cultivators within the pugilistic world remained unaware of Gu Fan.

Back in those days, individuals with deep learning like myself were often assigned to archaeological teams, or sent to museums to preserve ancient artifacts! I still remember one year when a massive influx of Dingshan ancient porcelain appeared. Every single piece was an exquisite masterpiece, supposedly discovered within an imperial tomb, though precisely which tomb remained an absolute mystery.

"This is a trace left behind many years ago. If we follow this sequence, won't it be terribly difficult?" Ying Wuxu asked him. After all, Feng Feiyang belonged to recent generations of the Wind Crypt; wouldn't searching for traces left countless years ago instead of the places he once emerged from be a wasteful misdirection of time?

Emperor Jing'an was quite perplexed, figuring that given Jing Fengyi's foul temper, there was no way she would send someone to pay her respects to him over nothing; this definitely meant trouble. However, Emperor Jing'an was in no particular rush, first inquiring Assistant Minister Lu about the matters concerning the Southern Yi estates.

After swallowing a single lightning sprite, it seemed unsatisfied, opening its mouth and sweeping out its tongue to scoop up five or six lightning sprites in one go, devouring them all within a few swift bites.

Li Yichen's awakening was certainly a cause for rejoicing, and his breakthrough to the rank of Intermediate Magician was an even greater reason for celebration. To commemorate this, the Starlight Mercenary Corps specifically held a bonfire banquet within their courtyard to celebrate for him.

By the same token, establishing a firm whose foundation rested entirely on trustworthiness was no easy feat. Allowing a reputable firm that had existed for nearly two decades to continue standing was far more beneficial than simply annexing it.

Mengzhu suspected that her brother was using the young commander to pressure her, but given that this was the military, she assumed he must have his difficulties, leaving her with no choice but to nod.

Chen Yuan's overflowing enthusiasm left Xiao Yan feeling quite awkward. Initially, he had been somewhat resistant to Chen Yuan's behavior, but seeing how genuinely kind Chen Yuan was to him now—harboring no petty grievances and constantly offering a helping hand—he realized the man was truly a friend worth making.

This was naturally the lingering aftermath of his inner demons. Having been mentally executed countless times within the realm of inner demons—where the slightest stray thought regarding the Sovereign meant instant death—how many times had he died? Yi Feishi could no longer keep count. It certainly couldn't be ten or twenty times; surely it must have been in the hundreds?

"Lord Xue, rest assured, this old man has already given strict instructions below; not even a mosquito will be let inside," Yin Nian said with a sweeping gesture and a hearty laugh, his face glowing as if he had encountered some wonderful fortune.

Huh? Corpses shouldn't need to take care of basic physiological hygiene, right? This question was certainly worth exploring. I wonder if any of those so-called experts have ever researched it?

"My dear girl, I know you still harbor doubts regarding my identity, but I ask you to think carefully: if I truly were Luo Ying, would the two of you siblings still be alive right now?" Ye Xiu continued.