Chapter 111: Victory
The atmosphere within the Southern Association of Traditional Medicine was starkly different from the lively energy of the Northern Association. Their members wore blank, stunned expressions, utterly unprepared for Yan Yuanqing’s swift completion of the competition. His speed was clearly far ahead of everyone else.
Even the most outstanding talents from the Southern Association would still require at least an hour or two to finish the procedure at this stage.
This highlighted the formidable strength of the East Sea Information Technology Department under the Thunder Group. In such a short time, they had managed to gather intelligence to an almost terrifying degree—so precise that even the FBI themselves might struggle to match it.
At that moment, the sound of galloping hooves echoed through Jizhou City. Su Hu led tens of thousands of soldiers charging forth.
Moments later, Yang Hao felt a strange vibration within his body, followed by a surging wave of heat that rushed steadily toward his head.
The county magistrate’s words held the weight of a royal edict in Siming. Upon receiving his command, he immediately ordered his son to take a carriage and escort him to Chang’an. After reading the letter, Siming’s thoughts mirrored those of the magistrate, and he personally prepared a gift of one hundred coins as a token of goodwill for the Zhong family.
While Su Yuan was deep in thought, Yun Zhongzi suddenly appeared before him. However, Su Yuan and the fairy Wen remained hidden in the shadows, unseen by Yun Zhongzi.
Speaking as he hurriedly withdrew the black stone shard he was about to toss away, he clutched it tightly, turning it over and scrutinizing it carefully.
How could Shi Haonan possibly sleep that night? The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became. He forced himself to stay awake until midnight before creeping silently toward the prison.
Yan Emperor frowned in displeasure upon seeing the arrangement. Everyone knew he had just accepted Fuxi as his disciple. If Fuxi lost to an apprentice of a senior Immortal Emperor, it would be understandable—after all, he was new. But now, facing a disciple of a fourth-stage Immortal Emperor? It was clearly set up to humiliate him.
As a bone demon, his demonic aura usually manifested as a chilling, terrifying cold white. But this time, the aura he unleashed was a dark crimson.
In response to Park So-yeon’s teasing, Park Ji-yeon showed no shame, instead wearing a look of pride. She made an extremely childish face at her elder sister and then jumped up, running away.
I sensed something was wrong and rushed forward. There, I saw Master Du with blood tears streaming from his eyes—already lifeless.
Upon reaching the peak of the Spirit Refinement Realm, one’s cultivation level was roughly equivalent to the Fusion Realm of ordinary cultivators. Yet, the true significance of this level far surpassed that of common practitioners.
Beyond earning money, many beings from the continent sought passage to other nations, mostly to hunt the aquatic tribes and sea monsters that roamed the oceans.
Zi Xin had never endured such humiliation before. She leapt powerfully with her hind legs, intending to slash at the “old witch.” Unexpectedly, just as she jumped, Dong Ya grabbed her abdomen with one hand. Despite her frantic clawing, she couldn’t land a single blow.
“This is my room. No one dares to enter!” Mu Ningxue declared as she led Ling Tian into a bamboo hut nestled within the grove. The hut was sparsely furnished, with only a long sword resting on the table.
This question lingered in the minds of many. Rumors spoke highly of Master Liu’s strength, claiming he possessed the prowess of a grandmaster. Yet, to this day, no concrete evidence confirmed the true extent of his power.
Long Yingwu strode in first, clearly familiar with the place. Before entering, he whispered softly, “The Fenghe Empire originally did not belong to the Long family.”
Returning to the lakeside, Ling Tian prepared to begin refining a pill of the God Sovereign grade. He rummaged through his spatial ring, selecting seven or eight God Sovereign-grade medicinal herbs.
He lacked unwavering faith. Those people had once condemned him to a life of toil. Though he chased after his goals relentlessly, the harder he strove, the more he seemed to lose.