Chapter 51: The Legend of Cheng Huang (1)

The meeting felt as though it had taken place yet achieved nothing, though for now, it seemed probable that Wu Ping had been abducted by more than one person.

However, this went somewhat against criminal psychology.

Driven by economic or shared interests, certain individuals would indeed form criminal rings to carry out kidnapping and murder.

Yet most criminals possessed strong psychological defense mechanisms during the commission of a crime, fearing betrayal or exposure by accomplices. Operating alone minimized such risks to the greatest possible extent.

"Alright, let's schedule the wedding for next month. I'll check the auspicious dates when I return and let you know," Liang Zhen said calmly.

At that moment, all the Nascent Soul stage cultivators had appeared, yet he alone was missing. Moreover, since he remained undetectable, it was only natural for them to assume that another Nascent Soul expert was hiding in the shadows.

Having bumped into someone—and a wealthy person at that—she figured that excessive politeness never hurts, and assumed the other party wouldn't mind.

Unexpectedly, Jin Heng actually answered Jinyu's question, which only left Jinyu somewhat bewildered. Did "she" refer to Ling'er, or that stray cat?

As long as one could survive the heavenly tribulation, this tiny trace of spatial energy would be retained by the soul and spirit, serving as the foundation for communicating with the Grand Dao of Space in the future, or even acting as the initial stage of the future spatial Dao.

"Alright!" Nodding, Qin'er forcefully gathered her shy composure and murmured softly, her voice as thin as a mosquito's hum.

Meanwhile, although the people behind him harbored doubts, they still vaulted out one by one, tightly surrounding Yan Nuo.

A flash of heartache crossed the depths of Nan Qingyu's eyes. In doing so, was he not simply trying to protect her?

"Ah, it's no big deal, just some spirit monster acting up..." Su Ruoxi recounted the matter of the spectral elder.

This was Shentu's final strike. Every phantom was real, except that Shentu's spiritual energy was dispersed, distributed evenly across each "Shentu." For Jiang Jiuge and his companion to hold out until he unleashed his ultimate trump card was truly no small feat.

Shen Hanxue grasped the Primordial Ice Snow Orb, and strands of glacial power began to intertwine around her.

Before the gamble, the Void Bird had already stated that the winner would pose the question. Now that the Void Bird had won, what they would gamble on next was beyond Wuju's control.

What did Chu Junbai say? She said—through the lingering years of the Spirit Realm, the curse is false, witchcraft and sorcery are real, and someone is plotting malicious deeds under the guise of the Spirit Lord.

Though this body was only twenty-three, she had after all returned from five years in the future, making her psychological age twenty-eight. Looking at the grown-up boy before her, he seemed endearing no matter how she looked at him.

Zhang Cheng possessed formidable mental power. Even while fully engrossed in cultivation, he could easily divide his awareness to monitor the surrounding environment. Anyone attempting to attack or interfere with him would be detected at the very first moment, rendering any sneak attack during his cultivation utterly impossible.

Qiao Shengnan's determination grew even firmer; upon returning, she must find every possible way to make her father step in personally and recruit Zhang Cheng as their martial arts coach.

"Don't you also have a storage ring? How can you be out of money?" Fiya asked petulantly.

As for the possibility of the underground bounty leaderboard alliance sending assassins here to carry out an assassination, everyone was actually completely unconcerned about it.

Following that, she began recounting Jiang Shihui's good deeds. Her voice was neither too high nor too low, devoid of grief or joy, yet it could not mask her deep gratitude toward Jiang Shihui.

While I was wondering whether Huang Dawei would be able to crawl out, the pillar behind me suddenly snapped as well. This broken pillar instantly triggered a chain reaction, and a large section of the ceiling connected to the wooden beams directly above collapsed immediately.

After walking over to the house, Chen Fanfang went inside first. One of Chen Fanfang's subordinates stood by the door, waiting for Qiu Yan and me to enter before following suit and closing the door.

Proceeding toward Qutai Hall, from a distance they spotted a palace maid not far from the hall doors, rubbing her hands against the cold and pacing back and forth anxiously.

This time, everyone around fell silent, watching Chu Heng on the ancient battle platform, swaying like a candle in the wind and on the verge of collapse, yet no one dared to step onto the stage to challenge him again.