Chapter 30

Qin Wu stretched lazily, hopped off his donkey, and led the animal up the mountain.

"Great Master Lin! Please accept my apologies." Luo Xuanjun’s attitude shifted instantly, and he bowed solemnly.

By midday, Dou Zhanlong returned with a large bundle of firewood. He tossed it onto the ground with a thud and stared at it, panting, his heart filled with frustration.

Qi Miao had been in a deep sleep, running a fever caused by the burns on her feet. Bai Xiyun, pale with worry, immediately ordered Dr. Li to ignore social etiquette and treat her. Only after learning that the burns were not severe and that the fever was merely due to her delicate constitution or perhaps extreme shock did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.

With Xu Yunzi intentionally seeking to build a connection, Lin Yi naturally did not miss the opportunity. Through him, he learned many secrets of the cultivation world and gained insights into the key figures of the nine major cultivation sects.

Lin Yiran’s expression grew increasingly grave, her eyes revealing a strange glint that made Dou Zhanlong feel deeply uneasy.

Primordial Pills are refined by alchemists using spiritual materials, while Primordial Stones are produced from natural mineral veins. Compared to pills, cultivators prefer using stones for cultivation, as pills often leave behind toxic residues, whereas stones do not.

The two corpses were those of Master Yuyang and an immortal’s remains that he had obtained through a transaction with the Heavenly Abyss Society.

Though no one knew her past, Xiu Quxi knew she was unworthy. The more she understood Zhan Yuan, the less she could face her former self. Others might not know, but she did... and because of that, she could not deceive herself.

Su Jingye finished this sentence with profound meaning, then walked toward the town with his hands behind his back, not even sparing Su Wanqin a glance. Su Wanqin felt a complex swirl of emotions and hurried to catch up.

The sincerity was absolute, and the sense of respect and admiration could not have been more obvious.

After moving in, the place seemed cavernous; the organization was incomplete, with few departments and even fewer people.

Yun Lingxiao leaned her pretty head over to take a look. In the basket was golden-brown, fragrant roasted pheasant, surrounded by various wild mushrooms soaked in the drippings of the roast chicken.

The two words spilled out, but Jiang Bei’s expression remained unchanged, showing no sign of excessive intimacy.

Su Jingye looked carefully and realized these people were not paying attention to them, but were instead gawking at something happening inside. Suddenly, hearing a thud behind him, he turned around helplessly and couldn't resist flicking her forehead.

Looking at Madam Bao’s demeanor, and considering how she spoke of her former self, Jiang Liuyu could not believe she was a person who left her fate to the heavens. It was the tempering of life that led her to pin her hopes on ethereal things.

He meant for her to rest, yet he chose to use such a provocative gaze and a suggestive swallow, teasing her with a lingering ambiguity.

As soon as the communication connected, a cacophony erupted—intense, hurried footsteps accompanied by deafening shouts and the roar of artillery fire.

Because of Jian Huanyan’s instructions, Bei Yunchen naturally could not agree to her request, and his brow furrowed slightly.

Half-doubting, Liao Jindan took the photo. Although it was not professionally shot and the angle was far from ideal, how could she fail to recognize the scene of herself and Wang Zhongming buying clothes at the Cuiwei Building? Even as calm and clever as she was, she was momentarily stunned.

Although Ziyu Wanyu only possessed the cultivation of the Myriad Phenomena Realm, as a member of the Ziyu clan, she had an innate advantage regarding their sacred relics, allowing her to unleash significant power with the Scepter of Wisdom.

Huo Qing was at a loss for words. "This is our business; why are you interfering? Now that you've killed him, the feud between us and the King of the Northeast is beyond resolution." However, he couldn't call out the names of Hansen and Ruth right now; it would be troublesome if word got out.

The bat shrieked, emitting a sharp, piercing cry. It glared at Qin Mu with immense hatred, clearly unwilling to let him step into its territory.

The spiritual essence of the Ice Skin Sword was fully ignited by Chu Wuli’s killing intent and fighting spirit. It glowed brilliantly, and as Chu Wuli struck, the power of his sword energy surged violently.

In truth, they had no subjective desire to rebel. Following An Lushan south was partly due to conformity and habitual obedience, but the primary motivation was their inherent nature for plunder. Having long heard that the Jingji and Duji regions were incredibly wealthy, they had been itching to loot them.

This was to be expected; after all, it was an examination by the Creation Palace. If any random cultivator could enter, it would not be the eternal Creation Palace.

Jiang Duyan could not make such a decision himself, so he turned his gaze toward Jiang Zhongsheng.

Leng Bianheng gasped for breath, gritting his teeth as he stared at Du Yu. Such a miserable defeat at Du Yu’s hands was impossible for him to accept. Yet, it was the truth, and he and his father were finished; whether they could even survive this ordeal remained unknown.

One of the fragmented Tai-Guang Cold Souls would fuse into the Ni-Tai Profound Jade through the secret art of the Cold Soul Ghostly Avatar. With this, the embryonic form of the Tai-Guang avatar was born.

"Wang Ci?" Su Ling’s eyes narrowed slightly, already knowing who had arrived.

Seeing the True Devil of Heaven-Slaying speaking with such murderous intent and hatred, Tang Yi appeared heartbroken on the surface, but inwardly, he was secretly delighted.

What was he seeing? Was he hallucinating? Why did the palm print appear to contain shadows of great mountains, lakes, rivers, seas, the earth, stars, and the sun?

The inscrutable, god-like golden light and the sharp, destructive aura of death nearly froze Cang Qu’s divine consciousness and soul.

Zhao Qing smiled and bowed to Gongsun Zan, but his gaze involuntarily drifted behind the latter. Especially when he saw the two conspicuously tall figures standing behind Gongsun Zan, the smile on his face grew even brighter.

Barbecue isn't easy to make. The location here is good, but the competition is fierce. After working hard for a month, he only earned seven or eight thousand; reporting to Xia Xuan would get him twenty thousand. It would be strange not to take such a good opportunity.

Hearing Zhou Jun’s roar, the group outside finally snapped to attention and came surging into the private room, howling.

He Linfeng usually wore a police uniform or a leather jacket, but today he had changed his attire, dressed entirely in black, with the character for "Spirit" written across his chest.