0133 The Immortal Venerable and the Soul from Another World

“They are not subordinates.” Yu Shangchen shook his head slightly. “The department I belong to is one for people with special talents. Some there possess clairvoyant sight, some can hear things carried on the wind, and some, like me, can walk upon water and bathe in flames beneath the sun. Publicly, none of them are my subordinates; each acts independently. It just so happens that I am the department’s administrator.

“Of course, even I do not usually take on that role casually—unless someone has done something wrong and these people need to be punished, or…”

However, just before leaving, Mu Nianxue discreetly raised a finger to her lips and blew Chen Xuanwu a kiss, nearly making his jaw fall off.

The power of faith enveloped him, making him seem like a sun wherever he went. In the eyes of Old Tianlong, no matter how Wang An concealed his aura, he could still locate him with ease.

Many people even believed that the words “one of” could be removed altogether. The transformations of “Big Xie” were far more than merely ten thousand.

After watching the Ministry of Magic withdraw, Dumbledore sauntered into Zhang Heyang’s newly acquired shop. With a wave of his wand, he conjured a chair from thin air and sat down. The way he poured tea made him look like an ordinary shabby old man, and the splashing black tea once again stained his beard.

“Xuanyuan Hao!” The Grand Elder gnashed his teeth, his flame-spitting eyes fixed fiercely upon Xuanyuan Hao, as though he wished he could tear him limb from limb.

Nevertheless, after extensive verification, it underwent further refinement and revision, making it appear considerably more authoritative.

Qi Chu was not worried. He had calculated the timing carefully: no matter when he went, Li Shunchen would not awaken until twelve double-hours later. If he went too early, there would be nothing for him to do.

Ten thousand people roared as one. To Fester, it probably sounded little different from hawkers shouting in the distance. Who knew what had captured his attention so completely?

Once he had conquered every land and returned laden with glory, it would be time for another round of reaping.

Tang Xiao’s roar failed to draw any other martial artists, but it did arouse the curiosity of an evil dragon.

“Why bring up such an unpleasant matter today and ruin everyone’s drinking mood? Come, let us first empty a cup.” Xue Pan raised his wineglass and stopped him.

Was this not proof that Jia Cong had not only secured the patronage of Prince Beijing, but had now also won the favor of their own imperial lady? He was probably even registered in the eyes of the Supreme One beneath Heaven.

“Mother, I didn’t want to come here before. I thought living in the mountains would surely be unpleasant, but now I think this place is even better than the county town where we used to live. I like it here!” Li Huanyan said to her mother with a smile.

It was only today that Leng Tingjun suddenly realized he had completely misjudged Madam Su, He Yiqing.

As the mayor of the city and the highest-ranking administrative official here, An Jingbo’s words carried the greatest weight. That was why he could not speak first. If he did, and others later expressed similar opinions, it would seem as though they were merely flattering him and echoing his words, robbing their statements of credibility.

After the meal, everyone’s bellies were stuffed round, and burps came one after another. Even Shen Xiangmiao, whose standards for food were exceptionally high, had eaten to her heart’s content.

For in Mohist City, who did not know of the Wushan Token? Few might know Old Madam Wushan, but she was the mentor of City Lord Mo and Dean Mo.

Even though his heart remained painfully embarrassed, Instructor Zhao’s mouth was still dry as he replied in precisely those words.

It was just that she had now mastered the technique so thoroughly and blended in so many methods of her own that even Liu Guohua could no longer recognize it.

Only then did he realize that although Zhuyin and the Qin Demon were powerful experts of the Battle God realm, their personalities were as innocent as blank sheets of paper.

“Take what happened with our coming to City A, for example. If you had discussed it with Mother beforehand, we could have taken the same flight, couldn’t we?” Jingyi looked at the two of them as she spoke.

“Qing, don’t go!” He clutched his chest in agony and cried out until his voice broke. Suddenly, the coppery taste in his mouth grew stronger. With a sudden cough, a mouthful of blood splashed across the white bedsheets. His mind cleared at once. Sunlight had already streamed in, and dawn had arrived.