Chapter Forty: It Really Is a Panda Demon!

Jiang Bo heard this from behind, and his heart stirred. He whispered to himself, "What a coincidence, they are actually disciples of the Five Clouds Sect."

The Brocade Guards, already poised for action, charged into the inn the moment they received the order. The waiter and the innkeeper, who had just started to approach to ask what was happening, were immediately pinned to the ground by the leading men. Meanwhile, others rushed toward the guest rooms on the second floor without a moment's hesitation, kicking open several doors.

"Lian'er, Lian'er, where are you?" A shout rang out from outside the courtyard, followed by the sound of an argument. Footsteps approached, the bamboo curtain was lifted, and a young nobleman in brocade attire burst in, the stench of alcohol permeating the room.

Mu Ziyun was speechless, his brows furrowed, and he made a gesture as if to kill the intruder. Master Tan continued, "That is right. I will not retract my words. You still have the qualifications to become a subsidiary force of the Guatan Tribe. Once you have thought it through, come find me!" With that, he turned and walked out.

Huzi crossed his arms and retorted, "Why should we let them go? For all we know, Chimmiao Peak might be attacking Green Mountain Peak right now; we might as well take them as captives." Pan Xiaowen lowered her head, looking a bit fearful, but Wan Min showed no trace of terror, holding her head high and glaring at Huzi.

"No, no," Mu Ziyun laughed. "I have just arrived in these parts and am unfamiliar with everything. However, anyone who practices cultivation and can be called an 'Immortal' is certainly no ordinary person. Though we are strangers, I offer my respects." Mu Ziyun clasped his hands in a bow, though this etiquette was not quite suitable for this world.

Upon entering Fire Parasol City, members of the Ke family immediately came out to greet them and hurriedly escorted Ke Ning into a carriage to return to the Ke estate. As for Zhou Wutian, following Ke Ning's instructions, a separate carriage was provided for him.

As the voice faded, a tall figure clad in a four-clawed python robe walked in from the door; it was none other than the Crown Prince, Long Aoyu.

Perhaps it was because she noticed Lian Yin'er's approach, but the look of disappointment on Hua Yan's face could not be hidden from her.

"Stephen, I know you mean well, but I can handle this matter myself. It is truly not appropriate for you to get involved," Xia Wanwan said to Stephen.

Anesthesiologist Dong Jingang spoke while his hands kept moving. He skillfully drew milk-like propofol into a syringe with practiced ease.

At the same time, there was much regret among them. They were immensely talented, shining brightly on the stage of the Three Kingdoms, peaking from the moment they debuted, yet time and fate were fickle, and their brilliance was fleeting.

In fact, this matter made Qin He, who had already been wavering, lean even further toward the camp of Lan Zishu.

"What is wrong, Feifei? Are you still in a bad mood?" Chen Ye looked at Luo Fei, who remained silent, and asked with a frown.

"Is the mousse not to your taste?" His gentle voice rang out, yet she felt her nose grow sore.

"No, I want to participate in the activity posted at our entrance! The food that is half the size of a human body!" Tian Biao chuckled. On this point, he had an absolute advantage!

"Doctor, how much does an ultrasound cost?" Seeing that no one else was reacting, the old man in the wheelchair could no longer stand it and asked Tang Song while enduring his pain.

At the time, the villagers and I were very puzzled. Having lived in this place for decades, we had never heard our ancestors mention anything like this. How could such a situation arise?

I never expected to encounter such a person in a place like this. I wonder what kind of storm he will stir up in this world should he appear again.

With these words, he stepped lightly into the air. A seemingly gentle yet powerful spiritual force rippled outward, forcing dozens of people near the giant tree to retreat, Wang Yufeng and his companions included.

Luo Hongshang did not make a splash upon returning to her clan, and subsequently lived a reclusive life. Not to mention outsiders, even many within the clan were unaware of her return. Today, she went alone to an old courtyard.

"Heh, as if things happen just because I say so. If I say my Great Qin is filled with spirit stones, does it make it so? You brute."

Ghost Cat and Red Wolf watched from the side with cold eyes. The abnormal expression he had shown when first seeing Ran Fenghua had completely vanished.

"Brother Hua's recent melodies do not sound like his usual style," Shen Yan muttered to herself.

Wu Ming believed that Wang Fan was a sword cultivator, and he was eager to spar with different sword practitioners to refine his own path of the sword.

"Since you don't fancy him, I will turn him down for you. Why are you acting as if you are about to make a noble sacrifice?" Shen Nuanyu said with a smile.

It was not just a matter of the value of the items, but the significance contained within them. Sophia had stayed with the Medici family for so long; she could not have been unaware of that.

After tucking away the stone pillar sword manual and picking up the black cocoon membrane, Jiu Luo, who was about to leave, paused. After carefully sensing the Profound Ice cold air dissipating in the cave, he struck the stone wall with his palm.

In just a few rounds, one of the men in black was struck by Lin Chen's fist. A surge of vigorous energy flooded into his body, and the man collapsed instantly, unconscious.

Ma Chengfeng thought to himself, this is too bizarre, isn't it? If there really were a River God, then this River God has quite the peculiar taste! Isn't this perverted? Making his own descendants live trapped inside coffins?

Although the Corpse King appeared to be crying miserably, in reality, as it wailed, mental attacks were being unleashed through the "Qi" contained within the sound.

"Apart from you all, almost every other academy has chosen the most rational approach," Ou Ruier said to Aliria, her gaze having finished sweeping over the overview of the battlefield.

"Keep mixing the Bloody Marys. Don't stop until I tell you to, okay?" Qin Li smiled at the bartender, then downed the second glass in one gulp.

"Crack, crack, pop..." Another series of low, thunderous muffled explosions emanated from within the youth's body. The muscles all over the boy's frame could be seen visibly trembling in a highly rhythmic manner.

"Na Xiu, I don't care what your relationship is with our head manager, but this journey is fraught with unpredictable danger. Twenty-some lives are no joke; you must explain yourself clearly." Liu Mazi was a veteran of the underworld; what kind of people hadn't he seen? Ever since he first met Na Xiu, he had grown suspicious of him.