Hot Spring Resort (2) Enemies on a Narrow Road

The two chatted for a while longer. Tang Qiao gave some final instructions before heading downstairs; he still needed to prepare the cultivation techniques and medicinal baths for Jing Lan before returning to the United States to see if he could find a way to prevent the war.

"Jews? You are Jews?" Chen Xi had been speculating about their origins all along, and only upon hearing this did he realize they were indeed Jewish.

After tidying up the kitchen, Ye Xiaorou returned to her second-floor room. Looking at the vast space, she was suddenly overcome by a sense of melancholy.

After a long silence, Sheng Xuanyuan took a deep look at Zhilan, handed the medicine bottle back, and said indifferently, "Consider this repayment for saving my life." With that, he leaped upward and vanished into the night.

"Did you not say that you no longer thought of Gong Chenqian? Then, prove it to me. Once you have proven it, I will believe you and grant you anything you desire." Dongfang Bu offered only this condition, with no room for negotiation.

"Your son obeys your command." Sheng Xuanyuan kowtowed once more to accept the decree, secretly sighing at Lin Mubai’s prophetic accuracy. It seemed that the Emperor had indeed grown wary of the Lin family. For Lin Mubai to claim illness at such a time showed he knew when to advance and when to retreat, and the Emperor was clearly well aware of this.

As the purple, silk-like patterns appeared on the blade, the cultivators from the Philippines and Rolls Royce grew tense. They had all witnessed the power of this strike by Tang Qiao outside the Spirit Beast Ranch. Cold sweat broke out on them instantly.

After two days of cultivation, Chen Xi went online to check and found that Xuelisi had used a pseudonym to contact him multiple times on ICQ.

"Big brother, are you angry?" Mu Lingxue had never seen her brother lose his temper before. She didn't take it to heart, thinking she could just coax him later.

"Isn't that right! This is called retreating to..." Hua Xin was in the middle of speaking with great animation when she suddenly froze in place.

This meditation session lasted for an entire day. When the sky began to brighten on the second day, Zhao Ming slowly opened his eyes, feeling refreshed and vibrant. After a day of meditative regulation, he had finally adjusted his body to its peak state.

Yang Jian found a cave; although it was not very large, it was sufficient for a short rest.

Among those who managed to enter the Chitian Sect, few were not arrogant and conceited. A bit of reckless, fearless spirit was nothing new; every generation had such people. They would act arrogantly upon entry, only to be suppressed later—this was a standard tradition in the Chitian Sect, especially for menial disciples to discipline their juniors and establish authority.

"It’s simple: I want 50 percent of the spoils from this dispute over the ruins." Daoyan spoke as if it were a trivial matter, but the people behind Xia Mingfeng were already growing anxious.

Wan'er recalled the past in agony, yet her mind remained a blank slate; she could remember nothing.

Young Mistress Zhong? In Feng'er's heart, she was no longer Wan'er. Thinking of this, Wan'er felt deeply despondent.

It was because of this assumption that Ye Zhuo did not initially consider the possibility that he was being blocked for this reason. Yet, that was exactly the case, and the one blocking him was none other than that massive banyan tree in the ancestral lands of the Xiangli clan. For a moment, Ye Zhuo could not fathom what had happened to cause such a change.

At this moment, Ye Zhuo was certain that the Insect Mother was targeting him specifically. Whether it was her sudden early appearance, her emergence from the pool, or her breaking through the encirclement of the two Xiangli men, the Insect Mother’s every action had one purpose: himself.

Amidst the slaughter, although Pang Yanli left a trail of corpses in her wake, she still found herself surrounded.

"The new recruits aren't bad; they seem worth cultivating." Watching them, Wang Hou muttered to himself. Then, he glanced at the attributes of the skeletons and was momentarily stunned.

After finishing his cell-strengthening workout, Zhong Hao walked straight into the glass shower stall in the bathroom.

He found a set of clothes that fit, and at 1:20 PM, he left with his wallet, thinking to himself that every bit saved was a bit earned—that was his hard-earned money, after all.

After waiting for Elder Ye to return to his room, Zhong Hao walked toward Ye Junyan's room, unable to contain his impatience.

He set the experience distribution to give everything to Number Three, and then set Number Three to follow without attacking, as it could not handle any combat right now.

But to everyone's surprise, Han Lang had entered a life-and-death duel with another peerless genius, Zhong Hao. Furthermore, Zhong Hao’s cultivation was currently four levels higher than Han Lang’s. The disparity was impossible to quantify; it seemed Han Lang had no chance at all.

For a demonic cultivator, the true War Demon was of the Asura clan—the legacy that Dongze had received. If Dongze achieved success in his cultivation in the future, he might become a War Demon, but as for the current Xing Gui, he was far from deserving of such a title.

Afterward, we searched the snake-skin wall carefully, though we ultimately failed to find the name of the Third Monk.

Let alone the secret guards, even within the Holy Clan, only those old, undying monsters could possess such cultivation.

Upon arriving at the Yizhou Prefectural Office, the situation inside was unknown, but the exterior was incredibly crude—less opulent than a county office near Hangzhou. The crucial point was that the main gate was tightly shut.

The second poem was undoubtedly about boasting. After a long-winded setup, the final line served as the finishing touch, praising himself as the greatest while mocking Song Yuchen in the process. The first poem insulted others, the second favored himself—it was very much Li Qi's style.

Indeed, under Yaoyao's "pestering," Xueyi taught both of them the Stealth Profound Technique and the Shadowless Immortal Art.

Rodget looked at him with even greater astonishment at first. Then, he slowly regained his usual composure, said nothing, and simply nodded slowly.

Chen Guang did not delay my order in the slightest; he raised his hand and fired a shot. The braggart’s forehead was pierced through, and blood even splattered onto the faces of the nearby Korhal members. Chaos instantly erupted on the defensive wall as some began to grab their weapons in preparation for battle.

Just as Sandru sighed, Inham sighed as well. At that moment, the two seemed to share a strange tacit understanding, their sighs overlapping, though Sandru’s was heavy and Inham’s was light.

Unexpectedly, in addition to the legacy of soul-sea protection artifacts, the Daoyan Sect also possessed techniques specifically for dealing with vengeful spirits. It seemed their foundation was no less substantial than theirs.

I was shaken into sobriety by a slap from Professor Sima. Not daring to speak, I ducked my head and rushed downward. The strange smell in my nose gave me an indescribable sensation, and I felt dizzy. My heart skipped a beat—could this fragrant cold air be poisonous?

On the battlefield below, there might be those qualified to make the Earth Winged Dragon feel fear, but none of the people there could make Chu Nan feel threatened. The only person who truly terrified him was the one floating high in the sky.