89 Spirits and Deities (21)

Zhong Yuan was on the verge of casting aside everything, ready to follow the guidance of that mysterious voice and transform his spiritual power, thereby becoming a disciple of the Buddhist sect. Suddenly, his primordial spirit trembled, and he regained his senses. In that moment, cold sweat broke out all over his body, soaking his clothes.

Xue Chongxun, having heard nothing peculiar, put all his skills to use and busied himself for quite some time. Although San Niang still lay motionless, like a corpse, he managed to discern traces of her feelings from subtle clues: her legs trembled slightly, and the flush of her skin betrayed her inner state.

Through the Sky-Gazing Mirror, Zhong Yuan overheard the conversation of Kong Tu, chieftain of the Barbarian Dragon Tribe, and others with crystal clarity, as if he were present. Unconsciously, he sighed.

After summoning the fire elementals, Wu Ying did not join the attack, instead letting the elementals act freely, allowing them to split and multiply as much as possible within three minutes.

At this very moment, in the heart of the Golden Ape King, Zhao Yan was no longer simply a brother-in-arms through hardship. He had become a master who had attained the Dao, amassed boundless merit, spread the teachings of Buddhism and virtue, and earned respect.

Imagine the effect of tens of thousands of earth-red fireworks being ignited at once. Their burn times are long, and their sounds crisp and clear. Many anglers stopped to watch, and even the media turned their cameras toward the spectacle.

Although the Blake family’s villa was not large, it was more than sufficient for so many guests, especially since their stay would not be long. At present, everyone sat in the living room, chatting.

If someone claimed to have nothing to do, that was not the case for Ziche Shenmin, though he only dared think it privately. To contradict the old man directly, he had yet to find the courage.

The Pistons had already pulled ahead by twelve points, and both the team and the home crowd seemed to glimpse victory on the horizon.

“Can we grow ginseng here? I’ve heard it’s extremely demanding about environment, soil, and temperature,” Le Lang still wore a puzzled expression.

As long as she and Zhiyu set a wedding date, she would leave the palace and depart from the Fragrant Pavilion, and life would be safer than within those walls.

Pan Yunlong made that promise, considering future affairs of state.

Hence, he thought it best to take the initiative and lead the rebellion against Qin. That way, he could transform from a Qin prefect to a leader of the uprising, and if fortune favored him, might even become a king.

Ying Ke nodded, half understanding, then took up a wine gourd and, mimicking Han Xin, sipped it. The aroma was not as harsh as before; though far less mellow than palace wine, it had its own distinct flavor.

The surrounding beasts retreated in unison. In the sky, Qiongqi, spotting an opportunity, dodged the Golden-Winged Roc’s attack, then whipped up a fierce wind with its wings, sweeping Yi Fan and the others up and carrying them away.

Zhiyu and Baili Aoyun sat quietly, their faces growing pale. Soldiers rushed in repeatedly, but the ever-changing environment overwhelmed them, causing them to die of fright. All who entered wished to rescue Baili Aoyun.

Yi Fan’s gaze blazed with undisguised killing intent. If not for the fact that Ruan Hongchen did not appear to be from the Bai Yue tribes, Yi Fan would have struck the moment he saw him.

Within the Chu camp, Fan Zeng dashed about madly. His once spotless white robes were now filthy, but the neat-freak cared not at all. Hoarse from shouting, he ordered the officers to regroup the scattered soldiers and press them back onto the battlefield to reinforce Yu Ziqi and Xiang Yu.

However, Miss Zhang was full of ambition. Whatever belonged to her sister-in-law was hers alone, and she would not take advantage. One should do only as much as one’s abilities allowed, with no need to envy others.

Once preparations were complete, even Zhao Kehan and Jia Jin arrived from their hotel after hearing the news.

Qin Kun could not help but mock Chen Feng, who responded with a fierce glare, his murderous aura returning, frightening Qin Kun into silence.

At first, he hoped his mother would visit often, but the Ninth Prince was neither clever nor charming. Among the emperor’s many children, he was easily overlooked. Newcomers entered the palace constantly, and the emperor was not one for lasting affection; over time, even that faint bond was forgotten.

“If you have something to say, speak plainly. As for repairing the forest barrier, Talia and Royat are perfectly capable themselves. There’s nothing remarkable about what I can do,” Artefans interrupted Nick’s polite words without hesitation.

“A gentleman argues with words, not fists. Miss Peng, this is a poetry society event, not a place for violence!” Ding Yin worried about being embarrassed; how could he show his face in public or continue his reputation?

Besides spirit stones, there were also cultivation techniques from the Nine-Star Immortal Cave, several peerless manuals, and even fragments of magical arts.

Su Chen’s achievements brought joy: he lived up to expectations, repeatedly making contributions—first ambushing the vanguard of Wu and Yue troops, then, after they attempted a surprise attack by water, swiftly discovering and quelling the chaos, thwarting their night raid.

Lu Ming purposely brought out his newly acquired [Premium Iron Shovel], showing off its green quality glow.

Mo Ling landed with Jiang Chen on a quiet mountain peak, settling him in a house. “Fellow Daoist Jiang, our place isn’t very luxurious. Please make do for now.”