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He couldn't help but gently blow a breath of hot air.
He spoke in a low, warm voice, "The matter of the treasure vault is far too important. Please stay away, Senior Sister, and do not stray into the Fifth Ear's ears."
She took the tea, gently placed it on the pink dressing table.
"Alright, junior brother, please come closer." He whispered, revealing the secrets of the treasure vault.
Sure enough, it's hard to resist the charms of a beautiful woman. The sect leader even told his senior sister such a secret matter. He really isn't afraid that his senior sister will leak it.
The two, standing close together, couldn't help but breathe together, exchanging information in hushed tones.
The dance instructor gently stepped back half a step, as if to maintain an appropriate distance, or perhaps to leave herself some way out.
He whispered, "Junior brother won't look down on me, will he?"
His voice was deep and gentle, revealing a sense of worry about being slighted.
A faint sadness instantly rushed into Dongming's heart, causing him to feel a pang of heartache.
She involuntarily opened her arms, chuckled softly, and said in a voice full of tenderness and affection, "Senior sister, how could this be? How could this be?"
Upon hearing this, the dance instructor looked up, a hint of surprise and emotion flashing in her eyes.
She chuckled softly, her voice carrying a hint of pleasure and ease. "Junior brother, thank you."
The most beautiful thing in the world is that, after many twists and turns, the dreams in one's heart are realized.
He gently pulled the beauty into his arms. A hint of struggle flickered in her eyes, but it quickly subsided, and she closed her eyes and leaned against him softly.
Ultimately, one needs a solid backer.
A strong chest, flowing black hair, and a soft, gentle voice said, "Tong'er will need your care in the future, junior brother."
Dongming nodded knowingly.
A pair of hands…
The soft, gentle singing is as clear and refreshing as a spring in a deep forest.
Like the voice of a nightingale, soft, melodious, and high-pitched.
The sound echoed continuously through several transitions.
Plum blossoms bloom in the cold winter, their vibrant colors lingering for a few moments.
A touch of satisfaction, and life is complete.
Dongming's expression shifted, as if the seasons were changing, experiencing both ice and fire.
Like a pear blossom pressing down on a crabapple.
Within the Xuanji Sect, the three main disciples are now few in number.
Sect Leader Mo Taizhen originally intended to give these disciples some experience, and with him in charge, they should be safe and sound.
However, human calculations cannot always be outdone by fate, and the final result is that the Xuanji School is facing a severe shortage of successors.
However, the Supreme Elder is still here, and the Cave-Dark Elder is still here. As long as the Cave-Dark Elder is still here, the Xuanji Sect will not be in chaos.
Far away, in the Xuanji Sect, some Martial Emperors and Martial Kings' true disciples were thinking a lot. With the three direct disciples dead, now was the perfect time for them.
If we can gain Elder Dongming's favor, we'll likely rise to the top in no time and advance even further in the future. We should act now.
Rare medicinal herbs, delicate and beautiful women, slender and plump beauties of all kinds, are all used to their advantage.
During this period, many people maintained limited investments, waiting for the Supreme Elder to emerge.
After all, when the Supreme Elder comes out, it means that the Supreme Elder is in charge of the overall situation.
Some well-informed individuals secretly observed Elder Dongming going to invite the Supreme Elder.
Without the Supreme Elder's presence, the vast Xuanji Sect is so powerful that Dongming is below the Supreme Elder, and even surpasses him.
They not only possess abundant resources and knowledge, but also have the power to determine the future and destiny of their disciples.
With a single word, I nurture you like a seed, instantly transforming you into a miraculous elixir, a profound and mysterious cultivation technique, and various methods of transferring power.
Being favored by the divine is undoubtedly a shortcut to success.
By saving decades of hard work, their future prospects will be much brighter.
Rare elixirs, beautiful women, and all sorts of precious gifts—none of these can compare to one's own breakthrough, or the prospect of extending one's life.
As for the deceased Young Master Cai, no one paid any attention to him at the moment, except for a few close relatives or members of the Cai family.
The Cai family also sent out a message, but there was no response for a long time. They could not be found, and their bodies were nowhere to be seen. For the time being, they could only go into seclusion to cultivate.
Outside the Xuanji Sect, King Wu, Jiang Huangyuan, had white hair, which he had secretly dyed black. The old man was finding it hard to accept his own decline.
It's not just his own decline that's unacceptable, but also the fact that his family no longer values him as much as before.
He didn't even bother to buy himself any of the elixirs and medicines, and he thought to himself with resentment, "What family heritage? Humph, it's all the fault of the Third Elder's grandson. I'm just a talented young man, and the family has already stopped paying attention to me."
All these years of dedication to my family have resulted in these hidden injuries.
Those born into collateral branches have to risk their lives to obtain resources, yet that grandson, only five or six years old, has already received so many resources.
The medicinal baths never stop, the elixirs never cease—it's infuriating!
The former King Wu now felt life slipping away, a strange aura of death emanating from the depths of his body that he could not ignore.
A strong sense of resentment welled up in his heart; he was unwilling to show his disheveled state in front of his clansmen.
After all, he was once the majestic King Wu, enjoying endless respect and honor.
Time waits for no one, and years fly by.
The body has gradually deteriorated, the flow of vital energy has become difficult, and the former strength has gradually faded away.
The feeling of being old and frail is truly unacceptable.
I don't want to spend the rest of my life in helplessness and despair. I long to regain my former glory.
His eyes were filled with anger and helplessness, but then flashed with a chillingly resolute light.
The method to restore!
To regain its former glory.
He wanted to let his people witness his power and authority once again, and make them regret their actions.
Using the last bit of strength, he hurried on and arrived at a strange, dilapidated temple.
In a daze, it seemed to say, 'Believe in me, please me, and I will grant you eternal life and strength.'
The statue of the Crimson Flame Demon God has appeared.
In a daze, without much thought, a strong will to survive surged within me.
I am unwilling to give up like this, unwilling to let my life end like this.
Without hesitation, I agreed.
A strange black and red power entered my body, and instantly, I felt as if I had returned from the brink of death.
Having plenty of energy and feeling young is wonderful.
For some inexplicable reason, I felt that life was still slowly slipping away, and that I only had three days left to live.
If you wish to live forever, please the Demon King
How to please, create chaos, kill, and sacrifice.
After a moment of struggle in his eyes, all he could recall were the scenes of being abandoned and ignored.
Feeling the fingers as hard as stone, he smiled slightly, a truly terrifying sight.
He said softly, "The Xuanji Sect should be consolidating its forces right now, which is just right."
As expected, Heaven hasn't forsaken me.
He turned slightly and quickly walked away, his eyes filled with madness and murderous intent, his gaze flashing with coldness and ruthlessness.
A chill ran down my spine; the scent of death lingered, along with a thirst for the blood of the living.
A roar like that of a wild beast: 'I want to live.'
In the mysterious and unknown space, the Crimson Flame Demon, who had obtained the altar of the evil god, was now being held by the neck.
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