t me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!It is precisely because of their existence and embarking on the path of cultivation that there came to be your generations of cultivators aft...Seeing that Jiang Haochu was indeed not dead, Jiang Yun wasn't particularly surprised. Glancing at Jiang Ming and Shen Lao who were equally composed, Jiang Yun could be certain that the two of them had known all along that Jiang Haochu's death was faked.

However, since Elder Shen knew that Jiang Hao had faked his death, why did he pretend to be anxious and urge me to enter the restricted area

If it weren't for Ming Shu, I'm afraid I would already be trapped inside the forbidden land! Thinking back on Ming Shu's hostile attitude towards Old Shen, Jiang Yun realized that Old Shen was plotting something against him.

However, Ginger Cloud wasn't worried. With Ming Shu around and Ginger Haochu still alive, those doubts would soon be answered.

Having been shaken by Jiang Haochu, he had retreated all the way back into the Su Dingqian of the winehouse. His face naturally turned pale at this moment.

It's clear that he truly didn't expect, that Jiang Haochu was still alive.

Su Dingqian's eyes widened to their limit, staring hard at Jiang Haochu, as if trying to see if he was truly Jiang Haochu or someone else impersonating him.

After a long time, he squeezed out three words from between his tightly clenched teeth: "Impossible!"

He truly couldn't believe it, that ebony branch was infused with the Emperor's power.

Not to mention Jiang Haochu, even if it were Jiang Wansli, being stabbed by a branch would result in at least serious injury, if not death.

>>>While Ke Gingerhao's body was unscathed, not even a single scratch on him! He was completely unharmed. As for whether he had fallen into a dream set up by Ke Gingerhao, he ruled out this possibility as well. and said: "Speaking of it, this Jiang Yun is indeed quite fierce!"After breaking through the encirclement of 500,000 cultivators, and using all sorts of means to pressure them, now there are only our...