Volume 1, Chapter 66: Lu Zhaoxi, you've finally remembered me, you heartless wretch.

Lu Zhaoxi nodded like a chick pecking at rice without even glancing at him, saying, "I know, hurry up and go!"
Instead, she was the one urging him.
"Old cured meat, I will intervene in the struggle for the imperial throne, but only to help Zhao Yin ascend," Fu Yang said lazily, reclining in his chair.
Seeing the tiger's body tremble slightly, he said, "I'll have the other demonic beasts tell me stories right now. If you still can't think of anything by the time they finish all their stories, I'll make sure to give your body a thorough workout." With that, he returned to his original spot and instructed the other demonic beasts to start telling stories.
The immortals who had originally been waiting in line had all retreated far away; the wrath of an Immortal Monarch was not something they could withstand. Some had already begun to gloat, adopting a wait-and-see attitude as they watched the ape spirit. Even more remarkably, some were even taking impromptu wagers—not on who would win or lose, but on how many moves the ape spirit could survive against the Immortal Monarch.
They wandered through the forest for a full seven days, gathering no less than several dozen spiritual essences. Not many of them were mature, with the majority being mere saplings, yet they were all collected by the ape spirit and Ao Fan.
From his account, they learned that after Long Potian went missing, they had gone to Scarlet Flame City to investigate and had also found the corpse of Hu Qiang.
Qianfeng showed not a shred of fear, speaking in a clear, resonant voice: "Come on." He abruptly thrust his hands out, holding them level, his expression growing stiff. With a sudden leap of his feet, a tremendous force propelled him outward.
While she was rejoicing to herself, the sentry outside seemed to have rushed over to report once more. Looking at his anxious expression, could it be that they had found the trace of the Blood Ancestor?
Taibai Jinxing punched Emperor Youruo, embedding him straight into the ground, and dusted off his hands, indicating that all his anger had completely dissipated.
Rahula was astonished. He had actually been dragged all the way into the Primordial World by a pull from that mysterious giant claw! Who on earth was that person, and what was their ultimate purpose?
Good grief! Having been away for less than half a month, upon his return, this Profound Sect of Great Chu had unexpectedly gained over a hundred sacred mountains. How could he not be shocked?
At this moment, everyone instinctively closed their eyes, as if awaiting the arrival of some terrifying doom.
The red-haired man wore a look of utter horror, casting a bitter glare at the old man. He quickly dashed over to his fallen companion, picked up the corpse, and fled headlong.
"How could this be... Does that mean there's truly no way to revive them?" Lingmei's eyes, which had just held hope for their resurrection, turned slightly red. After all, they had been companions who spent three years together, and now all of them were dead.
Yun Chen, however, remained very calm. The moment he pulled out Fang Peng's soul, he had already anticipated how everyone would react.
It was just moments ago that the tremendous sound of thunder had suddenly reminded him of something, jolting him awake once again. When he was circulating his Qi to regulate his breath just now, his body felt completely fine; not only that, but the purple true qi within his dantian seemed significantly more vigorous. Could it be that he had really been asleep for a very long time? With this thought, Duyuan walked outside.
Shangguan Xin snapped back to his senses and cast a meaningful glance at Chen Da, who was already walking away in the company of He Feilong.
Yet she did not deliberately interrupt Yun Chen's deep contemplation. For suddenly, she felt that the sensation of having her hand held like this was rather nice after all.
He was, after all, a high schooler from the twenty-first century; even if he had never seen a pig run, he had certainly eaten pork, hadn't he? So when he realized he seemed to have acquired some sort of system, how could he possibly remain calm?
Upon returning home, Cheng Xin stripped off her clothes and took a hot shower first, feeling that her entire body was achingly uncomfortable. She had no idea that Zhu Ming宇 had already made up his mind to pester her relentlessly every single day. If she had known, she would have immediately notified Qin Ming to come and handle it.