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Bu Luo thanked Ru Ming as they walked on Imperial Capital Mountain. Both Yin Tianheng and Wen Tian were capable of allowing immortals to pass through the Heavenly Gate into the Eastern Realm, yet each sect had devised this Eastern strategy to enable their own immortals to reincarnate in the Eastern Realm.
Reincarnating in the Eastern Realm carried the risk of becoming Lutuo, but there were also advantages to being Lutuo. Immortals who became Lutuo were like Zhu Xian Mountain; perhaps they could inherit a portion of their sect's Fortune. If they returned to the heavenly realm, they might advance even further.
Gu Ping was unaware of how many immortals had reincarnated in this place. Bu Luo observed Wei Piyi's expression and wondered if every sect had their own reincarnated members.
What if they didn’t come out?
Someone asked, and all eyes turned to Gu Ping. Since Gu Ping had dared to speak such words, he must have confidence in finding those reincarnated immortals.
Surely it wouldn’t be a massacre? Gu Brother didn’t seem like that kind of person. Bu Luo, however, dismissed that thought. Did everyone think that Bu Luo would let things go easily? Hahaha.
Hahaha.
Madwoman An Su Su suddenly burst into laughter, moving closer to Zhuang Zhixian and lightly caressing his cheek with her leg.
Life is so interesting; why not return with him to the Ninth Underworld? I guarantee endless enjoyment for eternity.
A beauty like jade, yet Bu Luo was more intrigued by the red-skinned skeleton.
As soon as she finished speaking, everyone heard a clanging sound. They turned to see that Zhu Xian Mountain's treasured sword had collided with Zhuang Zhixian's leg, though it was unclear why it produced the sound of gold and iron clashing.
Amitabha, the Sorrowful Sea is boundless; turning back is not an option. Brother Zhuang, Mo Qiu remains stubbornly attached. No one is born a demon; I, Ru Ming and Bu Luo, do not fall into demonic paths. Although we are close to demons, we ultimately do not deny them. Mo Qiu has transformed himself into something akin to the Heavenly Demon of that month, forgetting even who he truly is.
Forgotten, no, completely forgotten. He is Zhuang Zhixian, a petty man, Zhuang Zhixian, hahaha.
The immense power of the Transcendence Period descended from the heavens, even Heaven trembled at Zhuang Zhixian's soaring Demonic Energy, unleashing a furious roar of thunder. Yet the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder never struck down. Everyone looked out the window and saw that dark clouds obscured the view. Zhuang Zhixian's strength made those who initially thought he was joking gradually show serious expressions, no longer daring to laugh lightly.
The Massacre City feared him; since Mingyue's Little Monk had arrived, he could not leave without addressing Brother Zhuang's many sins.
Exorcising demons and vanquishing evil is a monk's duty. Look at those self-righteous fellows; which of them dares to challenge Zhuang in a duel? Hahaha.
Faced with Zhuang Zhixian's wild laughter, no one responded. Only Gu Ping shook his head slightly. There was a time when the two could walk together; even as enemies, it was not as absurd as Mingyue's ramblings. Zhuang Zhixian, like Ling Chanzi said, seemed to be seeking the devil.
Finding an immortal is like that red-clad butcher; once Mingyue appeared in the city, anyone who felt as if they were floating on a stream was surely a reincarnated immortal. It remains to be seen how many people Mingyue's Brother Zhuang can kill.
What if he kills them all?
Then that piece of Azure Blood Tri-Flower Stone under his leg could be gifted to Brother Zhuang.
Zhuang Zhixian examined the small Azure Blood Tri-Flower Stone on the table that resembled a Wine Gourd and nodded in agreement.
Mingyue feared that he would let those called Tian Zai know for the first time that Celestials could no longer tread upon the mortal realm.
Having said that, Zhuang Zhixian's figure instantly vanished from outside the house. The dark clouds above began to press down on Pujiao City, threatening to destroy it entirely. Little Monk felt that he was seeking Massacre but was blocked by Bei Qinping.
The petty man Zhuang Zhixian, though silent, was indeed different from true scoundrels and false gentlemen.
"True scoundrel, false gentleman. I wonder who Gu Brother is referring to?"
Leng Gucun raised his wine cup and smiled, knowing that Gu Ping was talking about him. Ying Wuyi scolded himself for being hypocritical, while Bu Luo remarked that the banter between the two should not be taken seriously.
Leng Brother also mentioned that it had been many years since they last met, and he had seen Uncle Leng at Mingyue.
"I have seen Uncle Leng," replied Uncle Leng.
"Is that so?"
Leng Gucun looked surprised, causing Gu Ping to pause slightly before awkwardly explaining.
"That child is not like Xiao Gu Yang, without a home or family. When Bu Luo was just a few months old, I didn’t think much of it and named the child after my own surname. I hope Leng Brother doesn’t misunderstand."
"Gu Brother, having been in Ru Ming for many years, how come you haven't left behind a son or daughter?"
"Afraid of causing trouble?"
Gu Ping did not continue the conversation. Meanwhile, dark clouds rolled in from the east, and a celestial head had already fallen into Wine Alley.
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