Heavenly Dao Demon Race: Mountain Suppressing Black Bear

Chen Luo's true body slowly awoke from his slumber.

When he opened his eyes, his soul and body still seemed somewhat out of sync. His head throbbed, and he felt nauseated, as though he had spent the previous night drinking until dawn.

Should I go back through and get some fresh air?

Sigh, the mortal world was a vexing cup of wine, refusing to stop until it had tormented the heart. To sober up, one still needed Meng Po Soup—a single bowl to drink down all love and sorrow.

Chen Luo lay in bed for a full quarter of an hour before the dizzy, topsy-turvy sensation finally faded.

He sat up, steadied his mind, then rose and walked over to the desk.

Heh heh, this time he had written four full chapters up there. He would take them out later and toss them to Senior Uncle-Master.

He wanted to see if she would still bring up the matter of his primordial yang.

I'll quietly build up a stockpile, then amaze everyone!

Once he had decided to do something, he did it.

Chen Luo's brush flew as he quickly transcribed the four chapters that had already appeared. After about an hour, he had copied all four chapters.

With the four manuscripts in hand, Chen Luo happily ran out the door.

He was going to find Senior Uncle-Master and show off... claim his reward!

Outside the Qilin Emperor's bedchamber, a group of high-ranking ministers stood in the hall, discussing matters among themselves. Shangguan Wan'er blocked the entrance and said, "My lords, His Majesty is currently in seclusion. Please return for now."

A king's attendant came out and said helplessly, "Lady Shangguan, the war between Great Feng and the White Lotus has reached a critical stage. His Majesty still needs to make