Hot Spring Resort (12) The Luminous Pool

As the clock neared six o’clock, the night sky draped over the earth like a vast expanse of black silk, soft and gentle. Two days ago, darkness fell at eight; yesterday, it came an hour earlier, at seven. This meant that with each passing day, night would arrive an hour sooner. This was not good news for them. They had to hurry.

Mu Xinning and Feng Yi arrived a few minutes early at the entrance to the Luminous Pool. Su Qing and the others continued forward, and by the bridge leading to their village, they saw someone drenched from head to toe climbing out of the river, cursing toward the south.

Listening to Zhao Qian’s muttering, Hu Yan couldn’t help but laugh, “What soul of heaven, soul of earth? Are you studying your own spirit?”

She dropped the broom and went to the kitchen for red dates, goji berries, longan, and lilies, also taking a whole pig’s liver wrapped in greaseproof paper. She packed them all into a basket and carried it out. This time, not only did she personally request it, but she also wasted no time. If she had no ulterior motives, no one would believe it.

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Clan Chief William understood what Chu Wangchen sought to know; he had to prove that this corpse was indeed William Nana’s. Moreover, in Ye Zishan’s mind, Mao Ma carried old grudges, so he would not hold back in battle.

Hua Yueling’s fight was simpler—he charged directly into close combat with the enemy, like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, pouncing on foes.

“Black Mountain? Indeed not innocent,” Shen Shi remarked with a smile, seemingly unfazed by its powers.

Now, with so many past dreams fulfilled, Lin Jie was so delighted he nearly forgot his own birth details.

Inside a wooden cabin, an oil lamp flickered. On a single bed lay a white-haired old man, barely clinging to life. His face flushed, cheeks like painted rouge, speaking nonsensically. The nauseating stench wafted from beneath the quilt.

As the day approached when they might encounter surviving villagers—NPCs—Xuan Yi remained in Xin City. Letting things progress unchecked would mean missing the chance to meet those villagers.

Having witnessed various strange bloodlines on the Tianlong Continent, Ling Hao noticed but paid no heed.

Shen Shi was unaware of the Dragon King’s indulgence toward his son. Sending him away from the Dragon Palace was not only for protection but also to purify his bloodline.

Ye Tian’s last lingering shadow condensed in front of the Vermilion Bird Beast. Without hesitation, he struck the beast’s chest with a fierce punch.

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Bai Ruoshang’s eyes glazed for a moment before falling silent. As a prisoner, she had no time to ponder right or wrong. Breaking free from her bonds to escape was paramount. Meanwhile, Wang Daoling’s vomit seemed corrosive.

This meant that cultivators who had crossed tribulation from the mortal realm formed only a small fraction of the crowd in the square.

Hunluo Yingluo—or rather, the Abyss’s virtual persona—turned pale, finally realizing the problem: her fusion with this body was so complete they had become one entity, impossible to separate.

Guo Jia’s prediction proved accurate. Under the agitation and incitement of the Jing’an Guard, rumors harmful to Lü Bu spread like wildfire through the streets, known by all.

“No, no demons have attacked again. Lapole is fine. But explosions have been heard in the distance, and everyone is worried about you!” Gunair answered honestly.

“Enemy attack! Enemy attack!” The Jingzhou soldiers descended into chaos, running helter-skelter, shouting and panicking like headless flies. Those awakened from their slumber rushed out of their tents in fear, barely dressed.

“Yes, it’s my fault. This time, I will protect you and won’t let you suffer even a scratch!” Lu Yichen said with tenderness.

As for preventing Fang Luming from taking the imperial exam, it would require cheating or some unforeseen accident to prevent his participation.