Chapter 68

The folded fan glowed with a brilliant radiance throughout its body, emanating a terrifying fluctuation of spiritual energy. Sensing this ripple of power, Lei Yinfeng wore a look of utter surprise. This exquisitely gorgeous jade fan turned out to be a Moon-grade high-tier spiritual artifact, which vastly exceeded his expectations.

The very first thing Wang Yong requested after his recovery was for Spoon to get him a coffin.

"Alright, the final step: pre-heating before firing the furnace." Ding Sanyang suddenly stood upright, waved his wrist, and the flames beneath the pill furnace instantly blazed into a roaring fury. With a boom, the violent flames spiraled upward, devouring the entire cauldron.

At first, Wang Yong was deeply startled, wondering what Leaf Walnut was up to. Yet, after that sudden tremor, Wang Yong felt an inexplicable and profound comfort throughout his entire body, as if the congestion in his vital energy and blood had been shaken away all at once by Leaf Walnut.

A few seconds later, aside from Young Master Leng, all the members of the Funeral Love Family collapsed to the ground. However, it was not Jin Xiangyu who made a move, but rather two waiters from the shop.

"I have no idea. I only know my master's surname is Ling." Ding Sanyang showed no intention of stopping; he wielded the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gods Hammer Technique with exquisite mastery, falling not a whit short of the Star-Iron Haotian technique he used just moments ago.

A Shui waved his hand, and a henchman carrying a leather suitcase stepped forward. He placed the case on the ground and squatted down beside it.

A crisp snap of a whip echoed abruptly through the empty air. Mu Pengfei let out a miserable scream and crashed to the ground, clutching his face as fresh blood seeped between his fingers.

Fang Youyi had originally thought precisely that, yet she had not expected the other party to point it out first. She could only clench her fists with bitter resentment.

Rhodes had not brought them out after those previous special training sessions not because he was reluctant to use them, but because his body, operating at its absolute limit, was hardly capable of absorbing the energy within the medicinal bath. Being able to absorb twenty or thirty percent at most was already a decent result, and using the time for cultivation and breakthroughs remained the optimal course of action.

Laughing scornfully, Lin Yan watched as the vines surrounding him shot forth violently, tightly entangling the snow-blade that Xiao Yang had swung down. This pinned Xiao Yang's figure frozen in place, unable to budge even the slightest fraction of an inch.

This move looked exceedingly ferocious, but in reality, it had virtually no effect and failed to cause Beckmann any harm.

"I am planning to leave with Rongrong right now. Do you have any instructions or final words?" Zhao Manjun asked.

However, the matter of conferring deities was still a distant prospect. For the present, the center of Daoism remained firmly within the Oder Continent. Putting aside potential future adversaries like the Papal-grade factions such as the Church of Light or other hidden organizations, they still had their hands full dealing with the current rebellion of the Eight Nations.

Upon hearing the bad news transmitted by Zero, Wang Chen instead grew remarkably calm and made his decision without the slightest hesitation.

The five generals rose to their feet once more, followed by tens of thousands of soldiers, who stared at Linglong with a murderous aura, ready to launch an attack at a moment's notice.

Li Xing'an looked upon these people with utter contempt. These fellows were terrified of Li Yusheng yet unwilling to suffer a heavy financial loss—where in this world could such cheap bargains possibly exist?

No matter the era, the chief disciple of a sect always held immense privileges. With Li Yusheng's capabilities, becoming his chief disciple would certainly not leave one at a disadvantage.

Xiao Ruoyue wore the most ordinary pair of *beizi* and a waist-pleated skirt: a short black-bamboo *beizi* layered over a skin-toned cross-collar inner garment, paired with a light yellow lower skirt. To avoid drawing undue attention, her attire was exceptionally plain, devoid of excessive embroidery save for a cluster of bamboo matching her *beizi* embroidered along the hemline as an accent.

Transitioning from the Martial Master realm to the Grandmaster realm required the unification of spirit and flesh—achieving a state where spiritual power could completely command the physical body, and the physical body could better bear the spiritual power. Thus, the very first stage of the Grandmaster realm was known as the Convergence Period.

They trudged with great difficulty toward the broad path cleared by the super dinosaur. Walking along this route ensured they would not lose their way, and the terrain was relatively easier to traverse.

"You make it sound so effortless. Xin'er is a piece of my own flesh! No, I am going to Xichuan right now to see what on earth could be so attractive to our girl. So far away, eating poorly and sleeping badly—sigh, it's all your fault! If you had just agreed earlier to let her tag along, she wouldn't be putting herself through all this tossing and turning," Xue said, letting out a resentful sigh.

Si Nan narrowed his eyes, cranked up the engine power, and used dual beam sabers to shove the cyan-gray mecha back. Both machines retreated by a considerable distance before simultaneously opening fire on each other.

After Lin Geng departed, the Thirty-Third Heaven instantly erupted into a commotion. Anyone could tell that the person residing on the lowest level possessed extraordinary strength; one by one, they kept their eyes fixed on Tang Ye's immortal cave, each harboring the desire to forge friendly ties with him.

Xiao Ruoyue instinctively glanced at Yin Ling, intending to ask: Are you also a member of the Phoenix Concealment?

Sometimes, what the eyes see is not necessarily the truth. The steward found it somewhat hard to believe, but he could not simply ignore what Li Qingyao was saying; after all, no one could predict whether the Second Prince, Long Weihu, might resort to such measures for the sake of the imperial throne.

Having cultivated for billions of years, to him, the dignity and glory of his sect were far more precious than countless treasures of inestimable value.

He secretly glanced sideways at his elder sister, only to discover that she was practicing her calligraphy in a notebook. Her handwriting was unbridled and untamed; from those fierce strokes, he could already sense just how towering a rage burned within his sister's heart.

Why? That was a fake doctor who specialized in swindling cancer patients. He possessed an extremely expensive medication that he sold to them, which was actually an ineffective placebo. Yet his marketing was truly brilliant—he never claimed his medicine could cure all ailments or heal cancer outright; instead, he claimed it could boost the recovery rate by ten percent.

Jiang Liushi was slightly stunned; his physical condition had already been completely reflected on the evolutionary panel of the bio-laboratory.

It could only be said that Damon had appalling luck. When the group ascended the mountain, they should have been warmly welcomed and hosted by Feng Ling and Fu Liu. But for reasons unknown today, Fu Liu had suffered some misfortune and was in a foul mood. Upon seeing the two beauties, Damon naturally relapsed into his old ways, rushing forward to subject them to a barrage of flirtations.

Placed beside him was an official government wanted poster featuring printed portraits of Wu Yue and Li Fu.