Chapter 570
Guo Ye and Pi Shuang exchanged a glance, both corners of their mouths curling into smiles. It seemed that this matter was almost certain to succeed.
**Chapter 654: The Powerful Mortal**
Thud—
Thud—
The sound of stars moving along their mysterious and unpredictable paths echoed like a powerful heartbeat as they contracted.
Li Mo saw a seed of a bronze tree before him, its flickering light in sync with the celestial phenomena surrounding it.
With each tremor, the vitality emanating from the seed grew stronger. He could also sense an invisible force in the void, the source of all things, like threads connecting the shattered little world, preventing its annihilation.
Crash—
“I’m not your mother! Don’t worry, having one more reliable relative is a good thing,” Ding Qinghe said with a laugh.
The curse of the Ding Tian clan had persisted for many years, and many ruthless cultivators were thinking of ways to break it.
Han Xin laughed too, a wild, unrestrained laugh, filled with joy, showing no restraint whatsoever.
After all, they were at the Qiulin Sword Sect, and the other party had come specifically for the Qiulin Sword Sect. Shen Lang had made the most of the situation, but he couldn’t overshadow the host.
“Want a bite?” Suddenly, a steaming chicken leg was thrust in front of its face. It opened its eyes wide, tilting its head back in disdain, looking at the offering with contempt.
What if they encountered a robbery in the Snow Domain Kingdom, leading to unforeseen dangers? If something happened to the family, it would be too late for regrets.
If it weren’t for Liang Bing picking this giant sword for Lin Yun, which could withstand extraordinary power, under the onslaught of hundreds of blood-red sword energies, the mere corrosion from the blood energy would likely have rendered the sword useless.
Since it had come to this, Shen Lang wouldn’t waste any more effort. He had done his best to save them; whether they lived or died was now their own fate.
Everyone gasped in shock, and Shaoshang was so frightened that she didn’t dare to move her eyes. It seemed that this time, the sect leader was determined not to show him any favoritism.
However, Old Jiang had mentioned conditions when he agreed to guard the prince’s gate: open during the day and return home at night, receiving a stipend of twenty yuan each month.
More importantly, if they forced the Lan family to spit out the meat they had in their mouths, the Lan family’s reaction would likely be even more intense than if they hadn’t gotten the meat at all. At that point, Kang Zhihong’s life would be even harder.
It was like the awkwardness of polite conversation turning into an unexpected visit—what was meant to be a casual invitation had turned into an actual arrival.
Before long, after tidying up, Yingchun stepped out with a sachet in hand, walking down the corridor for a couple of steps until she reached Daiyu’s room.
“Thanks, Sun Ge. We have enough spirit crystals; it’s just that we’re a bit reluctant. We’ll go exchange them tomorrow,” Tong Hu said awkwardly.
Looking at the long line, Lu Pingfan suddenly felt a wave of melancholy. He slowly raised his head to gaze at the azure sky, vast and boundless, evoking a sense of tranquility.
At this time, there weren’t many people on Xue Dong Street, but the sight of so many gathered together fighting still drew attention.
As for the later nano soldier, while not weak, he seemed insignificant compared to Lu Sheng and the current Bader.
However, Bai Lan thought of Shangguan Yang. She figured he should be able to handle that guy, even though she wasn’t clear on Shangguan Yang’s exact strength. As a level 7 ability user and the president of the Ningjiang Ability Association, he surely wouldn’t be weak.
“Stand down. Any discoveries?” Cen Xi said, already walking past An Xiu Jun toward the inside.
But Lu Pingfan wasn’t part of the company; aside from Ning Qing, no one was familiar with him. Ning Qing wouldn’t come looking for him at this time, so he was curious about who was knocking at the door.
The nine Shadow Assassins felt a bit exhausted, each surrounded by piles of top-grade spirit stones, absorbing spiritual energy while channeling it into the crystal ball, but the energy consumed was several times what they absorbed.
“What a beautiful pool! There’s a purple light coming from it. I’ve never seen a pool like this before!” Tang Xinyue exclaimed joyfully.
**Chapter 655: What Little Li Wants to Do After Breaking Through**
“Hey~ your chicken feet~~ are showing~~”
“That’s my roc claws! Wait... why did I show my true form?”
“Where did this cat girl come from?”
“I just have the bloodline of a Qiongqi!”
“Who peed here?”
In front of the main hall of the Qingyuan Sect, chaos erupted among the southern demon clan, breaking the silence. They all turned to look at these self-proclaimed martial artists from the South, who were now undergoing various transformations.
Those at the fourth realm and below revealed their true forms.
“Alright, enough of that. Let’s talk about something serious,” Principal Lin said, not lingering on the topic.
At the same time, I thought of something else and asked if they had recently seen a tall, thin young man in their organization who was particularly skilled with hidden weapons.
But seeing Liu Wei’s attitude, he immediately understood that Liu Wei wouldn’t let Geng Haoran off so easily.
“Go,” the wandering monk pondered for a moment, then pointed at the sky net. A majestic golden dragon burst forth from his fingertip, roaring as it tore toward the sky net.
At that moment, the monsters were closing in again. I was less than a meter away from the monk behind me, and I knew I couldn’t retreat. Otherwise, both the monk and that young man would be in grave danger, but I was struggling to hold on.
The scene replayed, and the ingrained habit made him feel like a neighbor’s big cat or dog, lying in wait for its master’s affection.
What was even more dire was that if word got out about what happened in this house, selling it would be impossible. After all, who would want a house where someone had died?
Indeed, compared to the spirit flames and materials used for forging swords, spirit herbs were the most common. Low-grade spirit herbs offered little help to higher-level sword spirits. Still, spirit herbs weren’t just firewood; the favors owed were far more significant.
Drawing parallels, if a system like the Great Sword Hero, which I found exceptionally lowly, could open pathways to different worlds, did that mean there truly existed an invincible system that could conquer everything, or that traversing the myriad realms was no longer a dream? Perhaps one day, I would encounter a fellow traveler.
“This way,” I beckoned them to follow me. Since it was a bit dark, I had Ma Yan carry Shen Qian along with us. Si Ma Qian, a formation master, and I were both cultivators, and our eyes could still see some things in less than pure darkness.
The leader among them was a middle-aged man with graying temples and a pale face, dressed meticulously even in the dense forest, looking frail and delicate.
Sun Haochi watched the three of them laughing and enjoying a seafood buffet, feeling an overwhelming sense of familiarity, as this scene mirrored his own past experience—the moment he choked on seafood and nearly died.
The children from the third house quickly put down their bowls and rushed to the kitchen, grabbing pots and pans to scoop water from the tank and douse the haystack.
Does visiting my space require the quality of “resilience”? Is what I send out a flood or a beast?
The beasts and birds of prey in the Bagua Forest are powerful, but when faced with cunning humans, they are utterly defenseless.
The specific reason, Sun Haochi guessed, might be that those two had higher realms, which made the other demons hesitant to sit there.
In the palace hall, the elderly king sat on the throne, looking down at Cohen, Bernard, and the others, who were half-kneeling on the ground.
Sure enough, just as I thought this, she spoke up and gave me a preliminary judgment.
The energy that spread out seemed to be blocked by some barrier, unable to penetrate to the side of the bridge leader, Liu Xinyi, and Yan Que.
“Is there a supermarket nearby? Can you boil some water for me? I’ll go buy some things for a late-night snack,” Tang Min instructed.
“Xiu Yu Ying, do you want to take my treasure technique?” Lu Yu stared intently at the golden-haired youth, slowly speaking.
**Chapter 656: Hey, You’ve Asked the Right Person**
Bing Tuozi didn’t know what she was saying, but Li Mo understood it very clearly.
As everyone knows, Little Li has long since transformed; his martial arts skills are no longer what they used to be.
Techniques like “Scooping the Moon from the Sea” are now second nature to him.
He wrapped his arms around Bing Tuozi’s waist and lifted her effortlessly.
Strange.
Why did it feel like Bing Tuozi had become noticeably softer than before? When they pressed together, it fit perfectly... and the ripples in her eyes made him want to hold her tighter, making his teeth itch.
If Xi Nan Cheng hadn’t left to gather funds for Mama Pigeon’s medical expenses, perhaps everyone’s fate would have been different.
In just a moment, He Tingyu had already tightened his grip on Mu Siyin’s wrist, pulling her forward with a gentle force, making her take several large steps.
If it weren’t for the war between the two countries, Li Xiuning felt that being able to converse face-to-face with such a hero was indeed an honor.
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