Chapter 97: Stimulation

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“Luo Yu greets Master Shen!”
Luo Yu cut off Wang Heng’s endless rambling, gave her a docile glance, and came before Shen Du.
He bowed deeply in a long, respectful gesture, humble yet never servile.
Luo Yu did not take the liberty of addressing him directly as “sir.”
Shen Du examined him from head to toe without disguise, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he seemed.
One had to admit, beauty truly mattered.
Especially in ancient times, it still ruled too much of life.
That was why the Lord Kamen, at that moment, had no room to think of Ding Yu and immediately checked his own nascent embryo.
Hua Ming had touched the most sensitive point, and a flush spread from Yue’s fair white neck to the roots of his ears; that shy expression nearly made Hua Ming want to execute him on the spot.
Even the Heaven-Sound Water True Thunder, whose background he had never known, was a remnant left behind by the Totem Tribe.
“How can one disobey when a senior brother gives an order?” Hua Ming’s lips held the faintest smile, though there was a trace of slyness in it.

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“Ha, we’ve been here for six months. At last we are about to set out,” Yuan Tian said, pleased. He had come to Wufeng Mountain with Mu Feng for half a year, yet as soon as Mu Feng returned, he closed himself in seclusion, boring him to the core.
The Feng household was not an aristocratic powerhouse, but it was a martial family all the same; otherwise his son, Feng Hezhang, could never have formed ties with Shangguan Ling.
Liang was entirely unaware of everything behind her. When she found her friend waiting at the mall entrance, the two entered the mall with cheerful conversation.
With a crash, the whole snowman was kicked and rolled to the wall. Unsatisfied, she kept chasing the big snowball, kicking it again and again until it broke apart into piles of snow.
As they walked, Mu Feng saw that all the cultivators were caught in an illusionary array and could not pull free—some in pain, some dazed as if wood-like, some wild with madness, slashing with their weapons in confusion.
The Immortal Emperor of Perpetual Life was also one of his trusted mentors and friends; having obtained the Divine King Record himself, doing a token favor in return was only fitting.
In just a few breaths, Yixin had become perfectly like an ordinary, harmless man. Of course he was only that—an ordinary man. For Yixin, this use of Ba Thunder was a complete failure, but for me it was a remarkable success.
He summoned his latent power and put his hand on the wound on Liuye’s right hand; the cut was visibly healing before their eyes, and the pain eased, though whether any poison remained inside hardly mattered.
Lin Sen and the others walked on; a vehicle the Nanxi siblings had been riding had its seat come off after a while, and a steel rod pierced the foam, nearly leaving Nanming disastrously injured at the rear.
Xiu Fei smiled and nodded, then rose and went toward the bedstead.
In her heart she knew that if she did not rest first, the two of them would never have gone.
When Xu Xian, Fahua, and Yan Chixia came to the Demon Realm, it was on the grounds of the Evil Thunder Demon Emperor.

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In the blink of an eye, the massive body of the golden dragon coiled through the overcast sky, covering the whole cliff and truly blotting out the day.
Then a wondrous scene unfolded: the water in the altar diminished at a speed visible to the naked eye and vanished in moments, yet the volume of the insect-sand remained unchanged.
When Via saw a staff coming straight at her, she turned; the two staffs clashed, and Via stepped back, jumping to the side.
Liyue watched him in front of her, and his expression kept shifting from vexation to doubt to astonishment.
That bald fool—always tricked by demons every time; while meditating at Leifeng Pagoda, he now even half-suspected that Fahua might be…
So, no one truly grieved Jia She’s death too deeply. Very few who should have mourned did so, except Jia Baoyu and Grandmother Jia, and even Grandmother Jia’s partial sorrow was likely not much either.
After Ron and York and the others parted ways, they headed toward the bamboo grove, where Agatha should have been at that moment.
“A first portent has manifested. The second one will be hard to bring forth. Every portent has its own pride, and the two can hardly coexist,” Yuanxia said, concern passing through her eyes. In her view, the more portents appeared, the harder the path ahead would become.