Master is tempting, come to my disciple's arms

The poisonous bubbles on the boy’s body almost scared Wen Guangbai. The painting was too realistic!

It’s true that the sleight of hand was half the credit, but the painting of the bubble was also very solid.

The details are truly impeccable, with the pus and blood flowing from the edges of the ruptured blisters and the varying degrees of bulge of the blisters, fully demonstrating that seeing is believing.

Su Mu is not only accomplished in medicine, but he can also learn painting without a teacher, which makes Wen Guangbai admire him from the bottom of his heart.

The monster committed suicide, with spiritual power accounting for the largest proportion, and the demonic aura only slightly affecting the tail.

Residents of the city either stood in their own yards or walked out of their gates to look around for the source of the thunder-like sound.

How can one see creatures from another world with just the naked eye? After observing for most of the day, he gained nothing.

There was only one person who was not at the scene, but he could clearly sense the defeat of the Mirage Beast.

This incident was completely beyond Mo Qianyu's expectations. He had imagined many possible outcomes of the Mirage Beast being discovered by everyone, but this was the only thing he had never thought of.

The culprit is no longer there, but how to use the things he created has become an unsolved problem.

To break or smash, to melt or to dissect. Several people spoke one after another, explaining their own practical methods that they were about to apply.

Su Mu took the chain from the boy and weighed it. The ball looked thick and heavy, but it was actually light and easy to hold. He stepped back a dozen steps from the crowd, raised the Soul Purifying Ball high up and smashed it to the ground.

The stone ball bounced up and down for a few seconds before it gradually stabilized and rolled towards Li Yijing's direction.

He retracted the chain halfway and pulled the Soul-Purifying Ball closer to take a look. The ball was of good quality and he took some effort to toss the hard ball around without any damage.

However, there was an extra chain mark on his hand, so it seemed that this idea didn't work.

The living souls in the ball were dizzy and dancing around inside.

Wen Guangbai stood beside him and motioned to Su Mu to give him the ball to see if it would be effective.

The Soul-Purifying Ball was passed around by many people, and several of them touched it all over, and the fingerprints on its surface were probably almost gone.

Military Advisor Baili gave another opinion, "Just now when we used our spiritual power to probe, the other end of the ball not only did not absorb our spiritual power, but instead released it. When we switched to the corresponding position below, the spiritual power was completely absorbed. Does this mean that the exit is here?"

The words were so convincing that this time it was Li Yijing's turn to admire him.

The other people also felt that since things had come to this, they might as well give it another try. Perhaps success was just around the corner.

Zhao Dushan took out a soul-calling talisman from his storage bag, and placed his other hand lightly on the lower end of the cathode of the Soul-Cleaning Ball. The spiritual energy rising from his palm caused the Soul-Cleaning Ball to float an inch above his head. He suddenly loosened the hand holding the talisman, and the talisman drilled straight into the gap in the Soul-Cleaning Ball, guiding the soul that had been away from the body for a long time back to its master.

As the souls flowed away, the ball became more and more transparent. Its original color was not the unified dark color of the demon world, but more fascinating than the galaxy above the nine heavens.

Zhao Dushan changed his mind and decided to take this magic weapon back to Sanqing Sect and have his master analyze and deal with it.

Li Yijing was unable to reach a consensus with him, because their Yuxu Sect also wanted the Soul Purifying Ball very much, and they thought that this magic weapon was very valuable for research. Moreover, it was specifically targeted at living souls and could not fall into the hands of those with ulterior motives.

The sect rankings showed their due value at this time. Wen Guangbai and Su Mu had no intention of competing for it. It was not some rare treasure, precious plant or miraculous medicine, so they had no objection to whoever got it.

Li Yijing relied on the reputation of the number one sect of cultivation to snatch away a share of the achievements that belonged to someone else from the young man.

The task has been completed, but the mirage poison still exists. Wen Guangbai has to stay in Hui'ancheng for some time to help Su Mu and be his right-hand man to share the hard work.

Mr. Zhao's soul was finally reunited, but he had been out of his body for too long, so he needed to lie down and recuperate for a few days.

Li Caiyun had been to Zhao Qian's house before. At that time, she could not tell whether the visitor was someone other than Jiang Fengqin or Jiang Fengqin herself. She was locked in this dark corner day and night, without seeing the warm sun or smelling the birds and flowers. After understanding the pain that the person in front of her had suffered in the past, she, who had always been kind-hearted, seemed to empathize with him and couldn't help but shed a few tears.

She also stuffed a lot of silver and clothes into her pocket before she left. Jiang Fengqin was not aware of this. If she knew about it, Li Caiyun would be provoked and bullied by her in various ways.

As a proper woman, in addition to taking care of her husband and children, she also always remembers to maintain good relations with her sisters-in-law. Jiang Fengqin's heart is not on her, and she can't stand Li Caiyun's submissive, humble and respectful attitude.

She is always portrayed as mean, cold, and heartless.

Old Master Zhao favors Zhao Bo and his wife very much. In addition, they have a son who has been pampered and cared for since childhood. He is the only treasure of the Zhao family.

The old man was actually not bad to his two granddaughters, but Jiang Fengqin insisted on comparing the three of them. This comparison made her feel unbalanced, and she whispered in Zhao Ao's ear several times, which led to Zhao Ao's distorted perception of his father, and therefore he was dissatisfied.

Upon hearing that the old man had escaped from danger of death, everyone in the Zhao family decided to set up a table of wine and food in the Sijin Waterside Pavilion to entertain all the benefactors and immortal masters to express their gratitude for saving their lives.

The waterside pavilion is built on the water, facing the water, surrounded by lush and fragrant flowers, and all kinds of flowers are planted in season. The pavilion base is supported by pillars, and the entrance and exit are all by the dragon stone bridge. There are many colorful koi in the water, and weeping willows on the shore are swaying and rippling. It is a natural beauty with extraordinary artistic conception, suitable for one to sit alone and relieve boredom.

Wen Guangbai and Su Mu did not accept the invitation and only three people from Yuxu Sect came.

At the table, Zhao Bo took the lead in pouring himself a full glass of wine, constantly uttering polite and pleasant words of thanks. Zhao Dushan followed his father and filled his own glass with wine, which he drank in one gulp.

Baili Qi was not very drunk, so he only returned a few glasses of wine and then picked up some food with silverware to fill his stomach.

A cultivator's alcohol tolerance depends entirely on the strength of the alcohol itself. Once he is drunk, it is too late to use his spiritual power to soothe the alcohol. And if he is not drunk, it is even more impossible to use his spiritual power to dispel the alcohol.

The wine was a few jars of fine wine left over from the Zhao family to celebrate the old man's sixtieth birthday. Many precious medicinal herbs were soaked in this wine, and it wouldn't make people's stomachs bloated after drinking it, but it would make people unable to stop, and if they drank too much, they would naturally become drunk and unconscious.

After one round, Baili Qi was almost drunk. His junior sister greedily sipped a few more glasses, and her little face was even rosier than the flowers in March.

Li Caiyun arranged guest rooms in advance for the immortal masters to sober up before leaving. There were many guest rooms, one for each person. Li Yijing was not that drunk, so he chose to help Baili Qi back to the courtyard for a nap. His junior sister had her own maid to take care of her, so he didn't have to go back and forth to settle her.

The drunk man hid his claws and softened his thorny shell, looking so weak and vulnerable that people would like to protect him from the wind and rain for the rest of his life.

"Such a good person, how come Senior Brother doesn't know how to cherish him?"

He didn't have the courage to say this in front of Baili Qi when he was sober, because he knew very well that his love for him could never replace the person Baili Qi loved most in his heart, nor could he get closer to his closed and lonely heart.

No one, including Zhou Ming, knew that in the beautiful memories he buried deeply, there was an "old friend" who had been deeply engraved in his heart for many years.