Chapter 75: The Endless Journey of Learning (12)

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"That's right, this time Reinhardt is in real danger. It looks like his top position is no longer secure," Elder Havelia gloated.

Hearing this, Old Uncle Zhong also turned, following the village chief's gaze, only to see a pair of blood-red eyes fixed on them.

Zhou Yixian had just raised his finger, but upon hearing the words "nonsense," he slowly lowered it, a doubt rising in his heart. Was the Tianyin Temple still the one he once knew?

A-San asked, "What about Bian Shijie?" He had heard that both he and Zhang Nianzu had narrowly escaped death at Bian Shijie's hands, and so he bore a grudge.

Yun Wu was not much affected. Entering the gorge, she glanced around as if searching for something.

Chen Changsheng looked at Zhang Liang and shook his head helplessly; he naturally understood what the other meant by those words.

"Why are you looking for me at this time?" Even if they could prove their identities, Ye Lei's trust in them was still not high.

"Ye Lei, what do you think a sword cultivator is? Do you think anyone can be one?" Tan Le flung aside Luo Han, who was trying to hold him back, his eyes flickering with a hint of murderous intent.

Apart from the yellow mud, Li San and his companions combed the scene again but failed to find even the slightest trace. Indeed, after so much time had passed, it was exceedingly difficult to find any physical evidence. The only course left now was to investigate the victim's identity.

After the bloody battle by the Hun River, they had wandered as defeated soldiers to the outskirts of the capital. Without the means to return to their hometown in Yiwu and forced by hardship, they had become guards for the wealthy Murong family in Gu'an City.

He thought, if Yu Hu insisted on entering the palace, then no matter how skilled she was in medicine or in other talents, instead of bringing her fortune, these might become her weaknesses.

All the power finally condensed into a crystal sphere, inside which lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. Ji Liao tucked it into his sleeve—henceforth, if anyone displeased him, he could simply hurl it at them.

The young foreigner narrowed his eyes and replied with a few words. Suddenly, the sand bandit erupted in fury, turning to roar at his fellow bandits.

Li Tian's pill refining methods were nothing short of insane—a whole batch of dozens of pills thrown into the cauldron all at once.

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The millennia-root clone dissolved into a pool of blood and pus in an instant, and the others were also marked with wounds; even the main body had begun to decay.

Finishing his words, he took out the finger ring and flung it hard; it shattered with a crack against the blue stone floor.

He bit his finger, drew a blood-forging array on the ground, then took out several second-grade Thunder Stones, placing the black stone at the center and dripping a drop of fresh blood onto it.

Zhao San watched like a cat toying with a mouse, his eyes mocking. He did not strike himself, waiting at the side for the opportunity to land a fatal blow.

Behind him, a large team of guards followed, and behind them again came ten thousand iron cavalry and the ceremonial retinue brought by Liu Xuanba and others.

The great ship had sailed smoothly along the river for ten days. Two days ago, You Qianhe had disembarked and taken a detour back to Shu.

So arrogant? Chen Zhifan nearly laughed in anger at the gunman's brazenness. The previous attitude of the middle-aged man had already indicated something fishy in the Heavenly Tomb. The gunman's appearance only confirmed Chen Zhifan's suspicions.

"Boss, the brothers at the rear say they were ambushed!" A bullet expert, having gathered the facts, hurriedly reported.

"Alright, wait for my good news in China. Bye." The two then hung up in succession.

Zhang Yiming took off his coat, revealing his muscular physique. His gaze was resolute: he would not let Liu Xiaoxi come to harm.

The one minute of stoppage time had ended. Parma only needed to kick off from the center circle, and they could safely prepare for the second half.

"If you don't want to suffer, you'd best give up that idea," Ye Fan warned, his gaze sharp as a blade.

Both hearts brimmed with joy; this feeling of growing stronger let them know their goals were ever closer.

If one possessed the Wood Source and became an apothecary, skillful use of it could heal wounds and even save all living things—things others could not accomplish.

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The collision was terrifying, like a meteor striking the continent. The space over the arena exploded in a storm, the overwhelming demonic might and Li Feng's aura sweeping out in all directions, making even the void tremble.

It turned out that after giving birth to King Chu'ai, Li Zhiyun, Lady Wan suffered from chronic illness, losing the ability to bear more children. She became sensitive to cold and wind, and whenever she encountered chill or damp weather, her waist and stomach would ache incessantly.

Lu Dong swallowed hard. To the layman, there was a show; to the expert, there was technique. Watching Lin Shan's earlier moves—his composure and precision of attack—Lu Dong knew he himself was far from capable of matching that.

Hearing the footsteps, Cao Tianlong's face lit up with joy. That sound was unmistakably the familiar tread of military boots—it meant reinforcements had arrived.

It was not that the old men were unwilling to spend money—they seemed impressive, but in truth, they were quite pitiable. Even leaving the house was a struggle for them.

Precisely because the area was so broken, it had the most quests. The monsters' levels were evenly distributed, and the environment was perfect for players to level up. It was the ideal destination for novices upon leaving their starter village.

But these men, returning home empty-handed, could hardly face their wives and children. Those with an adventurous spirit yearned even more for lands beyond the border, so they simply ventured farther afield.

Li Feng's face had been calm, but upon hearing Xuanyuan Yu's words, his eyes turned icy, gazing coldly at him. Originally, since Xuanyuan Yu was acquainted with Jing Lianhan, Li Feng had not planned to hold his earlier rudeness against him. But unexpectedly, the man had no sense of his own limits and continued to push his luck.

Yellow wine was not strong—he once drank seven or eight jin at most, as if it were water.

That was one of the few benefits of being a ghost—communication could be done directly through thought, and their mutual understanding was incredibly strong. Hundreds could speak as one, not a single note out of sync.

Knowing she was being disliked, Ellie felt rather helpless, especially seeing that Chief He had not changed his mistaken impression of her at all, and was even more convinced she was in the wrong.

Not until they exited the Zhu family gates did Ke Xiangbao remember, nudging the man beside her, and asked, "What exactly did you say just now?"