Chapter 89: Boundless Vitality

A man's desperate plea came through the phone, leaving Lin Qingqi with a splitting headache. Was this man named Mu Jie truly the third son of Mu Qinghou from the Myriad Immortals Hall? One should know, Mu Qinghou was the diplomatic envoy of the Myriad Immortals Hall, one of the top three figures in the organization. As one of the two most formidable underground powers in China, the top three of the Myriad Immortals Hall are akin to supreme authorities in the mundane world, their status comparable to that of regional rulers...

Anyone daring to escape right under his nose should have expected a day like this. Isn’t it said that all debts must one day be repaid?

"Enough with the nonsense!" With that, Nie Tian stepped forward. The might of an immortal roared as thunderclouds gathered overhead. Nie Tian was bathed in an endless cascade of lightning, a terrifying sight.

"No survivors. Just have someone come and collect the bodies. You, go at once and seal off the surrounding area—the one who sabotaged the power control room can't have gotten far." As he spoke, He Zhenzhong clapped his hands and strode outside.

Phantom and the Shameless Monk were both astonished beyond measure. The person Phantom had rescued had now awakened. Upon seeing Phantom, he thought he was captured and instinctively furrowed his brows, preparing to rise and fight.

The Rebirth Chant? I recall hearing about it before. I never took it seriously—just a few phrases anyone could recite. What could be so remarkable about that? Yet when my uncle recites it, there is a magnetic quality to his voice, a calm that settles the heart. His tone is deep and sincere, dispelling all confusion and unrest.

Sweat beaded on He Zhenzhong’s forehead. There was no helping it; some crucial acupoints required kneading for the technique to be effective.

He was determined to uncover the complete story. If it truly was Prince Yu who killed his father, he would not hesitate to act. Even if that meant allowing Yuan Qingfeng to end his life with her own hands, he would accept it without regret. Yuan Qingfeng kept her attendants at a distance, forbidding them from approaching too close to herself or Phantom.

When I entered the cave this time, I too felt a rush of baleful energy. My heart tightened, and I quickly traced a "Talisman of Dissolving Evil" in the air before my face. Only then did the discomfort fade away.

Yao Nine-Fingers was a local tyrant, running a trading company while also managing the Blue Moon Nightclub.

They supported various rebel groups within enemy nations, plunging those countries into civil war. Meanwhile, America stood by, watching the chaos, picking up the spoils, and profiting as the fisherman between two clashing forces.

Perhaps sensing her gaze, Canghai Sui Feng turned his eyes toward her, filled with tender affection as he looked deeply at her.

Shen Yating had always disliked Group Two, and now with Xu Zijin added to the mix, the tension between the two groups grew ever more intense.

"I'll go," said Tu Zhantang, pressing her to sit. "It's pitch dark out there. Will you believe everything you hear? What if the person who comes isn't the right one?"

Gu Qingqing followed Liu Tiantian all the way to the back door of the banquet. The event was held at the Four Seasons Hotel, and through the central corridor, the guest rooms lay just beyond.

With a sudden clang, a sword of tribulation severed his body, freeing Tang Yao, while another blade pierced straight through the gaping maw of the beast.

"Amitabha. Master Iron Robe, you are too polite," Hua Wu Tan eagerly received the spiritual spring water, tucking it into his sleeve as if afraid Iron Robe might change his mind.

Hidden within the demon realm was a most secretive cave abode, arranged by the Celestial Sage Tianxing back when he was constructing the Celestial City. Now, it happened to serve as a perfect refuge.

Yuan Futu’s heart skipped a beat. Though he knew a powerful sword spirit resided atop that place, and that approaching meant risking his life, he could not suppress his inner resolve and stepped forward.

Unexpectedly, Yun Qing swept past the beaded curtain, drew the Lingxiao Sword at her side, and thrust it straight at his brow.