Chapter 92: Home Travel, Essential Good Medicine (4000)

In the main camp.

Shen He stepped out of his tent and made his way to the mess hall. He joined Li Shaojie and the others for breakfast, taking the opportunity to ask about the "Martial Web." From what he gathered, the "Martial Web" seemed shrouded in mystery, but in truth, it was simply a special forum that had only recently been established. Its primary users were people like them—those with extraordinary abilities. Though the tide of spiritual energy had yet to erupt in full force, the world had already begun to change.

No one noticed that the bolt of lightning did not originate from the clouds high above but rather from midair, silent and unnoticed.

Stepping outside, a biting chill rushed over Qin Ziru, making her shiver involuntarily. She draped a down jacket over her shoulders, its warmth still lingering from the electric heater.

It was obvious that Star-Lord Quill’s actions had the approval of Ego and even those ancient elders of the Cosmic Elder Council. Yet how they had reached a consensus remained beyond Lei Rui’s understanding.

In her invisible state, Jian Xingdao slowly lifted off the ground. Her gaze swept beyond the courtyard wall, taking in the scene unfolding within.

She truly possessed the bearing of an old scholar at a private academy; if she could, she would have liked to stroke her beard to match her contemplative mood. That did not stop her, however, from standing behind Granny Qi and cracking her knuckles menacingly at Zhou Jiu.

Inside his rented room, he transformed into a monstrous giant over two meters tall, the blood of the Ancient Leather Giant ensuring that his transformation was as hideous as it was terrifying.

Amid the chorus of startled exclamations, Jie raised his head and saw peach petals drifting on the wind—brilliant red, delicate pink.

“Wait, I have one more thing to say,” An Zhe said with a slight smile, removing the virtual projection device he had received from the Demon Hunter Headquarters and placing it in Asuna’s hands.

Kurisu Makise let out an involuntary gasp. As an ordinary person, no matter how calm she usually was, the writhing serpents of electricity before her would have unnerved anyone.

Yet there are some things one must never touch. Cross the forbidden line, and you can never turn back—not even I could help you then.

“Deal! But payment comes first—a single Explosive Spirit Pill before we begin!” the middle-aged man said excitedly.

She had heard her father say that this kind of passively triggered defensive talisman could withstand the full force of a grandmaster’s attack, and might not break.

However, there was one thing Junyan hadn’t accounted for: summoning the stone statue consumed an enormous amount of chakra. The act of summoning alone instantly drained a third of the chakra in his body.

He saw people much the same way—rarely picking out their flaws and focusing only on their strengths.

Qixing spoke, and with a knowing glance from his four-pupiled eyes, the Gravekeeper approached and brought Hu Qianxue to his side. Soon, all the Gravekeepers formed a tight circle around him, sealing every gap.

A pebble on the ground stirred at Xu Zongyi’s will, slicing through the air to strike a man’s abdomen and shattering to dust.

He struggled to remove his glove, but his left fingers no longer obeyed him; several were likely dislocated, and he wondered if any were broken.

“Father, esteemed elders, could you tell us what’s happening now? It seems you’ve made some progress,” Xu Zongyi said. Though it was the first time father and son had met, he understood that the matter of the Devourer Clan was dire and could not be taken lightly.

I have no recollection of how I got back to my room. All I remember is that by the time Fengyue finished grinding the medicine and came to find me, my pillow was already soaked with tears.

Now, his position was so precarious. Wherever there are people, there are rivalries; wherever there are rivalries, there is strife.

It was not surprising. After all, Esoteric Buddhism is still Buddhism, and the essence is the Dharma. Martial skills exist merely for self-defense. Thus, a lama’s standing depends on his mastery of the Dharma, not his martial prowess. No matter how skilled the Golden Wheel Dharma King was, without deep understanding of the Dharma, he would always be nothing more than a hired hand.