Chapter 68
Upon hearing Mu Qiu’s question, the patient seemed deeply resistant, almost hostile, so Mu Qiu, observing the patient’s expression, decided to change the topic. Moreover, Lei Tiger King could sense that Wang Zhen’s aura was even stronger than before! Upon closer inspection, Wang Zhen’s demonic dragon form had also changed, becoming even more reminiscent of an actual dragon. This attitude could be described, in flattering terms, as reflecting his free-spirited style—part righteous, part wicked. Less charitably, it was simply selfishness, an unwillingness to shoulder responsibility.
“Why is it that when a tailed beast erupts from its host, the jinchūriki is supposed to die? And even if the beast needs to be controlled, whether the host survives or not doesn’t really matter, does it?” Yagami Tetsu asked, and Shikamaru and the others nodded in agreement—they had thought the same. While others were still stunned, a dazzling light blossomed from Spirit Treasure Mountain, enveloping the entire peak like a radiant shield.
“All right, enough about that for now. You two should hurry up and complete the tasks your instructor assigned you,” Yuan Li ended the conversation, thinking that time was running short and they should get moving.
She did not know if she would always be at Ye Chen’s side; perhaps Ye Chen would embark on other pursuits and leave her behind. She wondered what her life would be like then, without Ye Chen.
Mu Chen knew well—after all, he had nearly killed Xiao Xiao with the Future Eternity Slash in the past. To be safe, he left Xiao Xiao with some means of self-preservation and even used time power to hide her information along the time axis.
Just then, a series of bones grinding and sinews stretching sounded from Shi Zhixuan’s body, along with the faintest hint of a dragon’s presence.
Lin Feng was taken aback, then realized there was a task—unexpectedly, the system had issued two assignments this time.
After circulating his true essence a few times, the medicinal energy was fully absorbed, and his injuries were seventy percent healed. Then he took out over a hundred low-grade spiritual stones. With a single palm strike, he shattered them all, releasing boundless spiritual energy that poured forth from the fragments.
With Wu Zijian’s superhuman physique, running five hundred meters took barely ten seconds.
The mantis shrimp’s six claws and three pairs of appendages flailed wildly, creating a cascade of blurred shadows along its abdomen.
Qu Zhixue was the figurehead of Mingzhu City’s e-sports scene, and in this, the entire community—whether they liked her or not—could not dispute her status. But explaining the details of the tasks to the disciples about to descend the mountain was her duty.
Murong Qingran arched a brow, sneering as she looked outside: “Of course business goes on as usual. Even if we don’t stir up trouble, we must know ourselves and our opponents to win every battle.”
This time, not only Chu Three-Blades but the other two hesitated as well. A swollen face heals in a few days, but a broken limb—full recovery is far harder.
Qi Yu wilted when Murong Qingran entered, slumping onto the bed and crossing his legs: “Didn’t you say my poison was cured? Why am I still drinking bitter medicine? For my health? I think it suits you better than me.”
He’d guessed right—it was all a fraud. He glared sidelong at the young woman, then turned away, awaiting Li Shimin’s questions. Was he here today just to be shamed by her?
“Young Island Master, this pill…” The yellow-toothed demon cultivator’s face was bitter. The pill he’d provided was indeed of golden core quality, but its efficacy was ten times weaker than the ancient elixir Lin Yu held.
So Lu Feng’s life became regular; he rose for breakfast, then returned to his room to cultivate, went out for dinner, and resumed his training—so seven days passed almost unnoticed.
Some unruly children even found it amusing to scald ant nests with boiling water, never realizing the harm and destruction their actions caused the ants.
[If the general is the Second Prince’s man, then his only instruction is to come to the Fortune Tavern and ask the streamer to cure the king—not to claim there are bandits who set fire to the tavern, reducing it to ashes and killing the streamer.]
He knew well—anyone renowned as a rogue cultivator must possess unyielding resolve in the pursuit of martial arts.
The three men saw three streaks of fist light flash by like meteors, and their heads exploded simultaneously, killed in an instant.
“Xing’er, prepare yourself well today. Tomorrow, other factions will visit, and you must not disgrace your teacher,” said Yun Sky.
“Fine, tell the brothers to keep quiet. I’ll ask first before acting—since we don’t know their background, making hasty ties might cause trouble later,” Zhao Yuan said after some thought.
“No, master, it was Manager Wei who sent word—a large shipment of exquisite goods from Later Shu is nearing Kaifeng. He asked the regular partners to come and inspect the inventory and reserve what they need,” the shop assistant replied.
Chen Fan spoke softly, the corners of his mouth curving upward, his eyes flashing with a cold light.
“White Stone Mountain is pretty far. Can’t Boss Zhao raise the price a bit?” a villager suggested.
“You’re truly beautiful. If you wore an evening gown, you’d be stunning,” Yuan Dong praised.
“What’s unsafe about it? Do you think the driver has ill intentions?” Man Jia said, displeased.
With the final step of the contract complete, the Firecloud Wolf’s once ferocious aura softened, the anger in its black eyes gradually dissipating. A thread of fiery energy, interlaced with faint darkness, drifted from its body toward Yun Feng.
He was about to hand the finished battle plan to his friends when Min Xiaoying called early in the morning, her urgent words worrying him. Before leaving, he reminded Huicai to give the plan to Cui Zhenyou and the others, making sure it wouldn’t be lost.
She kept trying to get out of the car, slapping Tang Shaoxuan repeatedly. Her clothes were in disarray, her hair a tangled mess.