Chapter 184: Surfacing

"Then what are they after?" Jiang Yuan asked.

A connection to gasoline flashed in Jiang Butong's mind, followed by thoughts of his warehouse location and his storefront. A chain of clues suddenly burst within his thoughts!

He had guessed it!

"Gasoline! The smell of gasoline came from Luo Xiaohui's car!" Jiang Butong blurted out suddenly.

...

Lu Chen felt a wave of relief inside. If this was the case, things had not yet reached the point of no return.

Family karma was a tribulation, and whether one could successfully cross this tribulation was of paramount importance to every cultivator.

This era still retained its unique characteristics, which had to be observed. Of course, observing these rules was ultimately to break through them in the best possible way later on.

David, the culprit who ignited this fire, was propelled all the way back by the recoil of the dragon's breath until he hit the deep crater he had previously carved out with his teeth.

A thought stirred in Zhou Shengluo's mind. If the Ten-Evil Demonic Formation had indeed appeared in this cultivation world, then many things could be explained, and it naturally became clear why there was a heaven and earth prison here.

"Shen Yin, you should know that I am the Arbiter of Fate. I control all destinies, including yours." The Arbiter's words carried an unmistakable threat.

Zhou Shenglu escorted Shen Yin down from the bridal sedan. Then she had to step over a brazier and walk across a saddle. Every step of the ancient wedding rites was thoroughly observed.

Business trips required traveling to various regions. One could simply sleep on the train at night to reach the destination, waking up the next day ready to start working immediately.

Faced with such a sight, Ye Qingya screamed in fright, covering her eyes, yet she could not resist peeking through her fingers.

She still remembered the last time Chen Xinran was playing house, assigning Fang Xun the role of a wedding host to witness the marriage between a doll and Ultraman.

Li Kuafu honestly slid underneath an opponent's legs. Although not as flashy as Chen Hao's move, it won a chorus of cheers from the surrounding crowd. By this moment, a thin veil of mystery had already shrouded Li Kuafu in their hearts.

So the robust, eighty-year-old man before them was none other than the Eastern Divine Dragon, the supreme overlord of the previous generation whom the Divine Mother had mentioned might know the background of the Swift-Footed Immortal?

"Sister Houtu, you and Xuanming shall guard the rear. Gonggong and I will forge the path ahead, while the Divine Farmer and King Dayu protect the main army. Let's move!" With these words, Zhu Jiuyin and the Ancestral Witch Gonggong stepped together into the towering pagoda at the center of the world.

For other sects within the cultivation world, offending the Exiled Immortal Sect might not necessarily spell total annihilation, but it would undoubtedly bring immense, suffocating pressure.

Upon receiving the jade slip, Jian Yi immediately received a series of consecutive quest-acceptance prompts in his mind.

Well, let's just put aside the business about the cross-dressing trap for now. Snowflakes seemed to be starting to fall from the sky again. Although it didn't affect the evening gala for the moment, if the snowfall grew heavier, the event would likely have to be called off.

Every word spoken by Taishang Laojun was like a sharp sword, challenging the bottom line of Patriarch Hongjun. With each sentence uttered by Taishang Laojun, Patriarch Hongjun's expression grew gloomier and more terrifying, yet Taishang Laojun did not back down in the slightest.

Higher-ranking leaders turned a blind eye to such actions, because the Red Army had suffered severe casualties through countless battles. Many units had dwindled so drastically in numbers that they could not even retain their official designations.

Those Gulf oil-producing states merely passed the US dollars through their hands; before they could even warm them up, most of the money was snatched away by America's high-priced grain.

When the envoys of the four permanent member states closed doors behind them to bargain and carve up the former Soviet Union, they felt both nervous and elated, each terrified of receiving less than their fair share. Only after the envoys of all four nations had affixed their signatures did they finally heave a sigh of relief, each convinced they had not gotten the short end of the stick.

The Death Knight charged forward, thrusting its riding lance fiercely toward the ice spear in an attempt to actively intercept and deflect it.

A shrill scream rang out. A look of triumphant smugness covered Ji Mie's face, yet the very next moment, he froze stiff in his tracks.