Chapter 68: You Are Tainted, She Is a Treasure

“Nonsense, slander!” After a long moment, the Stone Spirit Master finally snorted these words from his nostrils.

Yet, along the way, nothing unexpected occurred to him, and she recalled the eerie feeling before the mountain opened. It was impossible for any living creature to exist atop that mountain; if there were any, they could never survive there.

“How strange, truly strange. I’ve lived for so long and seen so much, yet I can’t discern what kind of energy this is. But I am certain this energy is the culprit behind the mutation of the beasts.” After a long wait, the Immortal in the Jar finally replied.

Time passed slowly, and around eleven o’clock, Xie Qianqiu contacted him to inform him that Dragon Unit had traced the family behind the attack. Meanwhile, Feng Xiaozhong was using his connections to forge a plausible identity for Luo Song, enabling him to infiltrate that family.

What should I do now? Even if I knock one out, the other will surely scream! My mind spun dozens of times in an instant, then I suddenly let go of the door and collapsed to the floor.

Luckily, he possessed the secret technique of annihilation; not only did he destroy the invading soul within his sea of consciousness, but he also absorbed the purified soul force, refining his own spiritual power significantly.

“Wow…” Li Yonghao felt as if a door to a new world had opened before him; his skills were about to step into a whole new realm, and the anticipation was overwhelming.

Although Zou Yuanyuan was willful, she was not foolish; she would never abandon her cultivation path over one inheritance battle, especially the very first one.

Recently, she was still immersed in the sorrow of Chen Li’s imminent departure and the joy of her husband’s recovery. She hadn’t yet processed whether this matter was truly good or bad for Chen Li.

“Still a demon, huh? Pathetically weak, tsk!” Yin Que sneered disdainfully and flew toward the basement.

It took a full half hour for Yin Sanren to finish explaining all the matters to be mindful of after entering the valley.

Handing the phone back to Xu Ruoyin, Cen Yutong’s hands trembled: “Yinyin, does Old Xia… does he know?” She asked knowingly, for among the missed calls and messages, many were from him; she asked out of instinct.

Qinglan said, “I saw Red Sakura today; he seems to have pledged himself to Yin Haotian.” She recounted the events of the day.

Appearance can be easily changed, but voices cannot; facing away from Li Shi, Bian Lanjun immediately recognized the owner of the voice.

For these mage players from Honghai City, the best option was… to use their bodies to block the charge of the Dust, in other words, to wait for death.

“Ah, Eunuch, take care!” Qinglan saw off the Dust Eunuch and dragged in a bag of something unknown.

“This mat, though I’ve sat on it for half a day, I believe it can be of some help to you.” Mo Qianyu handed the pure cotton checkered mat she had just put away to Ge Wei, glancing at her chest.

Tang Yan understood that if it were anyone else, attaining the Saint Realm through Dao cultivation would be a matter of time and diligence, but for Wang Chendian, it was far from simple.

This was the most perilous phase in refining the pill body—for if a person’s flesh and soul remain separated for too long, they become a corpse. Even if the soul returns, it cannot revive them.

At that moment, Chen Zhao unexpectedly discovered he possessed the ability to communicate with animals.

Xie Lingyu seemed like someone wandering aimlessly in a desert for ages, finally seeing her destination.

—Originally, I wanted to write that Li Zhong, a man with self-awareness, would dare to block the fierce general of Jin State single-handedly for the sake of avenging his brother. That is his sense of duty and loyalty.

But now, it seems all right; the positions of Prince Ning and Baolan are awkward, disconnected from the opponents.

Imagine—she, a Dao leader, had just stepped out and was reported immediately, and she caught the informant herself.

Song Chi looked at the babbling Xu Yiyi in confusion, only to see wisps of white smoke rising from her head.

Compared to his unlucky grandfather and parents, Niu Aiguo’s “destiny” was rather sturdy.

The green-skinned monsters communicated among themselves, sniffed the air, stepped over the threshold, and entered the hall.

Left behind, Xie Lingyu lingered for a moment, then sneered—just look at Chu Yangyang’s handwriting, enough to distress even ghosts.

Yulian gave Li Ge and Zhang Ming a glance, signaling them to attack. Understanding, the three approached Zhang Zhenzhi from different directions.

After seven days of continuous rain, the weather cleared; the clouds parted, revealing the blazing sun. Seeing such erratic weather, the candidates decided to hurry to their examinations, lest the climate delay them.

If the true situation were disclosed to the Violet Shadow Mage, the original concepts of construction might collapse.

The Empress Dowager trembled with rage at Dongfang Yi, her hands shaking as they gripped the armrest. For so many years, as the mistress of the palace, she had never been spoken to like this.

Su Qingjiu dared not be careless, slowly gazing at the green medicine bowl in the guard’s hand, her brows furrowing.

At last, the worries weighing on Chen Zhu’s heart could be set aside; he instinctively spoke his mind before his employer.

There were too many involved, and Wang Ya could only say—those who understand, understand; those who don’t, there’s no way to explain.

Even the tone and inflection of each segment was marked in advance; the teleprompter displayed everything, so the guests only needed to read as directed.

Chen Yue glanced at the system panel showing Level 1 max experience: 1000. She sighed deeply through her nose.

This is an unsolvable ending—unless, unless there truly is a martial hero behind her who intervenes. But Chen Yue knows it’s all a lie: from beginning to end, she only has herself.