Ugly up to the Depths of My Soul

“You are going to be my first wife!” Huang Xiaolong explained to Song Yuru, moments after they had met on the train. "You quack!" A man to the side harrumphed, neither he nor Song Yuru were amused by the statement. Little did they know that this hillbilly from the mountains had a few tricks up his sleeves and a handsome face to make up for his awful sense of fashion. With three missions in mind- earn lots of money, get a wife (or a dozen), and get a university degree, Huang Xiaolong was about to take Coast City by storm!

The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine

At this moment, Shushan's ancestor finally revealed the highlight of today's event.


Indeed, many esteemed cultivators present vaguely knew that Ling Feng's longevity banquet was merely a pretense. The clear intention was not for the wine; the primary purpose of the gathering by the Qingcheng Sect was to discuss matters concerning the Immortal Realm!


Immortal Realm, how sacred, how great, yet how elusive and intangible a term it is!


Subconsciously, many cultivators who had flown to the outskirts promptly returned to their original seats.


Huang Xiaolong sat there, legs crossed, without a sound or further comment.


Now, invisibly, Huang Xiaolong had cultivated an aura of regal authority. His fist's might was comparable, even superior, to that of an Immortal, so people were secretly observing him.


Seeing that Huang Xiaolong exhibited no objections, everyone cautiously descended and took their seats again.


Chapter 1184: All Done!