910 Disaster Strikes Again
Liu Qianqian's expression turned serious. It was extremely rare for living people to reside permanently in the Netherworld; they must be extraordinary individuals.
Jingzhai, a hint of consideration in his expression, chuckled softly, "It seems it's not impossible for someone to cultivate into a ghost immortal."
Yun Qing's face was cold and aloof. She wore a suit of armor and battle robes that accentuated her curves, her long and slender legs were straight and beautiful, and her eyes were captivating and alluring.
Yun Qing harbored a deep-seated aversion to the Yin Realm.
He Chen gently embraced Yun Qing, a slight smile playing on his lips. Looking at the somewhat childlike Yun Qing, he whispered, "We'll visit the Underworld again sometime."
Commander Guan's army swept away withered vines and old branches like a whirlwind, advancing rapidly.
Looking at the landscape before him, He Chen recalled many memories. Ordinary people still need a simple and convenient life.
He said softly, "Jingzhai, the follow-up matters in Nanhe Prefecture will require your attention."
Jingzhai smiled charmingly and said, "My love, just rest assured, with the relevant officers in charge, we can promote some locals and outsiders to lead the way."
The principle of "what the superiors do, the subordinates follow" isn't difficult to follow.
He Chen breathed a sigh of relief. There was still a lot to learn about management. It sounds simple, but it's not so simple in practice.
If it's a small town, it's fine; the population is small, and strict management is sufficient. But if there are many people, it's not so simple.
Liu Qianqian, Jingzhai, and Yun Qing rarely saw such an unfamiliar side of He Chen, and they smiled faintly.
Her cherry lips were as red and tender as peach blossoms, and He Chen couldn't help but feel a surge of heat in his heart.
Suddenly, streaks of blood-red sky unfolded above, like vivid red flowers, each one terrifyingly red.
It was as if the sky was filled with crimson, and everything in sight was like this, as if the heavens and earth were in mourning!
It lasted a long time!
Jingzhai's expression was grave. He whispered, "Could it be that a Martial Emperor has fallen, and not just one? How could so many Martial Emperors fall at the same time!"
He Chen remained calm and showed little emotion.
He gently massaged Yunqing's meridians to relax them.
Yun Qing blushed shyly, but showed no resistance whatsoever. The massage with her true energy made her skin feel fair and rosy, and she immediately felt a comfortable sensation.
A soft moan escaped her lips, and Liu Qianqian and Jingzhai both blushed, giving their lovers a sidelong glance as they earnestly massaged and unblocked her meridians.
Jingzhai groaned softly and weakly. Just moments ago she was smiling and saying that He Chen was not one to back down, but now she was being retaliated against.
In Nanhe Prefecture, Commandant Guan Lu Zhanyuan and others suppressed the situation, killing all the defeated enemies and issuing warrants for the escaped enemies.
His swordsmanship has reached a new level, and after three steps, he has broken through to the Martial Emperor realm.
The powerful energy reaches all four limbs, and the energy is as sharp as a needle.
Now, he returned to Daozhen Cliff to prepare for cultivating a higher level of internal energy refinement techniques and tempering his true qi to reach a higher level.
Daozhen Cliff is majestic, with pavilions and towers, where many disciples of the sect cultivate in seclusion.
The spiritual energy was further locked in layers by a grand formation, divided into various levels!
As the eldest disciple and a true successor, Kendo naturally received the best treatment, while the other disciples all had their own training tasks.
It could be a medicinal herb field or the outer perimeter of a sacred site to prevent wild beasts and monsters from invading.
Kendo I was naturally given high hopes. After returning from his training, his cultivation level was no longer what it used to be. Although his aura had not reached its peak, it had improved even further.
The sword master looked up at the sky and felt something was amiss, as if a great calamity was about to befall him.
Upon returning to the world of kendo, I naturally set aside my discomfort for the time being and personally welcomed him!
The master and disciple were overjoyed to be reunited, and the master was all smiles upon seeing this!
A dark cloud gathered from all directions in the sky, and a thick cloud of smoke made it impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face.
A ten-zhang-tall trident, with eerie and intricate patterns of fierce death slowly appearing!
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