The Black Snake in Heat

Ruan Li was drying her damp hair after a shower when she suddenly received a message from Shi Jue.

[Shi Jue: Ruan Ruan, are you free right now?]
[Ruan Li: It's okay. Is something the matter?]
[Shi Jue: Nothing much, I just wanted to come over and talk to you.]
[Ruan Li: Sure.]

Ruan Li opened the door to find Shi Jue standing there looking exceptionally uneasy, his earlobes flushed red and his gaze fixed to the side.

"Is something the matter?"

Li Zhuying seemed to foresee the near future, envisioning how brilliant the sparks would be when the foreign Dao laws collided with the Great Dao of the Primordial World.

Chu Mo was Lu Zeyi's Daoist name, which carried a touch of romanticism; the name had once made Yan Qinqing suspect that he was the top candidate for Xiao Zexiao.

Mei Xue glanced at Nathan. Her own head was swimming, and all sorts of muscular men were appearing before her eyes, dazzling her. Fortunately, she immediately countered poison with poison by employing her fox-like charms, enveloping herself in a sphere of pink light. Although the hallucinations persisted, her dizziness improved significantly.

Yan Qinqing was just about to speak when the phone in the pocket of her nurse's uniform began to vibrate. It was only three in the morning; it had to be the original owner's fiancé, Ye Haojun, a taxi driver who worked the night shift.

"Caw!" A hawk's cry overhead made one's eardrums ache, yet no one was startled. The group marched majestically toward the mountaintop, where a battle from which they might never return perhaps awaited them—a fight to the death against monsters born from the evil spirit's aura.

Song Bai kept somersaulting forward. Although he dodged the hidden weapons on both sides, beads of sweat had already formed on his forehead, accompanied by a bout of coughing.

Hua Shang did not make a sound, only flying forward with all her might. A long time later, they arrived at a large lake. Above the water, a magical boundary was faintly visible. On a large rock by the lakeside, the words "Mandarin Duck Lake" were carved in misty, elegant calligraphy.

Fortunately, he had chosen the most correct path. As for what his subordinates thought of him, Wang Bo did not care in the slightest. If he had truly cared about such empty reputations, he likely wouldn't have been blinded by greed to become a traitor.

"Master, wait for me!" Hearing what he said, the Earth Qilin could not bother to catch up with his movements and hurriedly took to the air.

"Since the passage into the ice cave is being continuously sealed by ice stones, I'm afraid it won't be easy for Elder Lu to discover this place. Let's get out of here first!" Huntian said.

Although Chen Junhua was worried, hearing the black bird's indifferent tone, he understood that Jiang Yuan was likely not in mortal danger. Hearing the black bird's strange cry, he couldn't help but look at Jiang Yuan's spiritual treasure spear; upon doing so, a look of astonishment appeared on Chen Junhua's face.

Wang Meng followed Wuyin and stopped on a mountain peak. The Heavenly Heart Ruins were in plain sight, giving Wang Meng the illusion that an egg had been sliced perfectly in half. Countless figures surged across the earth. The void was in utter chaos, devoid of any order.

However, these mists had no effect on experts like Han Feng and the Octopus King. As Sanctuary-level powerhouses, their primordial spirit energy was sufficient to pierce through the fog.

"Hiss!" Before the elder's voice had even faded, a sharp sound erupted on the arena. Then, a blurred shadow composed of several afterimages appeared as Mi Zizhuo attacked Gongye Haomiao.

When Qian Wu's gaze finally settled on Song Yu's face, a hint of shyness appeared on Song Yu's charming and moving countenance.

"You..." Upon hearing Wu Tian's words, the Daoist Niu Deng's eyes shifted slightly, and he began to examine Wu Tian carefully, though he eventually shook his head helplessly.

It is said that the Totem Heavenly Emperor is in seclusion, having lived in seclusion for a thousand years. Therefore, the two vice-sect leaders are the ones who hold real power. One of them commands armies on the battlefield, while the other, Murong Jinghong, oversees the imperial capital.