533: Chapter 532 The Secrets of the Witch Clan, The Imprisoned Saintess Yun Yao

Gu Yuexi had once read about the Grotto-Heaven worlds in ancient texts.

They were very similar to secret realms, but fundamentally different.

A Grotto-Heaven world possesses its own complete set of laws of heaven and earth, forming its own domain; it is a completely independent world.

Secret realms, on the other hand, often have incomplete laws and are merely "fragments" attached to a greater world.

A Grotto-Heaven is like a nation, habitable and inheritable; a secret realm is like a mine, useless once exhausted.

A Grotto-Heaven world has its own

I couldn't be bothered to pay her any mind; I was already used to her discussing disgusting topics in such a pure and adorable tone—truly a terrible personality.

After Ling Han swallowed that pill, although she was still in a deep sleep, that terrifying cultivation technique within her body began to circulate.

"Then I will have to trouble you." Chen Chongshan nodded with a smile. Previously, he had been worried about whether this battle would cause any harm to Ah Huang. Now that it had ended this way, it couldn't be better.

Ling Yanqing could not sleep because of the abnormal power within Kunlun Mountain, and also to protect Kunlun Mountain.

I took a deep breath. Instead of rushing to ask about the doubts in my heart, I first expressed my thanks.

Chen Chongshan also nodded with a smile. In the mountains and forests, he and Ah Huang had carried wild boars over too many mountain paths. With the help of others, carrying Asura naturally wouldn't be a difficult task.

On the opposite bank of the stream, everyone was watching this battle. Originally, Xu Jiaming had wanted to record it with his phone, but at this critical moment, he realized that all their phones and communication devices had been left at the camp and weren't brought over.

Not only were the onlookers shocked, but the five remaining Death Realm experts also began to feel some fear.

It was still early, just past noon. Most of the hunters were still in the deep mountains chasing wild boars. Even in the village, one could still hear the occasional sound of gunshots, barking dogs, and the hunters' shouts from the mountains.

After Yang Zaifu took command of a naval battalion, an elder relative came to rely on him, hoping to earn a living. This old relative had once worked as a sailor on a Red Single-Mast boat in Guangxi, but was later replaced by a distant relative of the commander. Hearing that Yang Zaifu had made a name for himself and become an officer in the Xiang Army's naval battalion, he resolutely traveled to join him.

Walking into the villa hand in hand, the eyes of Gu Ci and Chu Tianqin both fell upon their intertwined hands, and then they looked at each other... both with only one thought in mind.

After Guo Zhendong and the others left, these two sullenly walked out. After discussing it, since they were in such a terrible mood, they went straight to a KTV in town to drown their sorrows in alcohol.

Was the doctor questioning whether she was pregnant? Pei Shiyin's tone trembled, and at this moment, Cheng Yiben looked even more incredulous.

"Dad, I was too immature in the past. Don't worry, I won't mess around anymore. I promise you." Bao Chun shook the old man's arm, acting coquettishly.

This person was currently bound all over to prevent him from going berserk; his eyes were blood-red, and he had already lost his self-awareness.

Pei Shiyin had no heart to listen to what they were discussing; ever since entering this room, she had felt completely uncomfortable.

According to the customs of the Great Qing Dynasty, when an official was promoted, they first had to submit a memorial declining the post, stating that they were of shallow talent and unable to fulfill the duties, requesting the imperial order be rescinded, and so on. Only after the imperial court issued a decree refusing the request could the promoted official submit a memorial of gratitude.

Without a word, thinking of this, Xiao Long immediately unleashed his most powerful mental attack.

I looked at Qin Sisi beside me; her face was calm, as if she were turning a blind eye to all of this.

By this time, almost everyone attending the banquet had arrived. A high-end banquet like this was an excellent opportunity for networking, but outsiders, without an introduction, would find it very difficult to enter these high-society circles, and no one would pay them any mind.

The Grand Tutor spoke with great enthusiasm, as if he had already foreseen the flourishing and prosperous Imperial Capital after Ning Zi'an ascended the throne.