Chapter 67

Lin Yingzi's voice seemed stuck in her throat. She gave Fan Zhi a deep look, and the entire classroom fell into an uncanny, tacit silence for a few seconds. Right in those few seconds, a cross breeze swept through the window, carrying a chill that did not belong to this season.

The two instructors teaching fell silent, wondering for a moment if they were the ones with the useless five-element spiritual roots. What kind of monster was this? Learning everything on the first try—this comprehension was terrifyingly high. Who said five-element spiritual roots had no future? All of them, senior brothers and sisters, would sooner or later be beaten flat on the beach; they had to strive, they simply had to strive.

None of them were fools; they all guessed this most likely had something to do with Li Ling, because weren't Li Ling's hand gestures aimed right at Leng Yu?

Upon hearing this news, I could practically hear the sound of a heart shattering to pieces right beside me. I looked at Lin Miaoran in astonishment, wondering if she truly considered this good news.

However, after the surrounding dust and debris settled, Liu Qingsong discovered that these two giant pieces of trash were not simple shipping containers; they actually bore the emblem of the Hydra on them.

The liquid robot also realized that Qin An and the Zhao family were trying to frame Liu Qingsong and use the death of the fake Zhao Shunchang to cause trouble for him.

Glancing around, everyone nearby was clearly the same, each looking full of life and bursting with immense vitality.

The first step of cultivation is to perceive spiritual energy, guide it into the body, and store it in the dantian, which completes the step of drawing qi into the body. According to the cultivation manual, drawing qi into the body is divided into three steps: sensing qi, fusion, and circulation.

"We should start from the high-end market. If we establish a low-end brand right from the beginning..."

He could usually be very gentle and calm, but once it came to matters of work and professionalism, Chen Hao would never show any mercy.

Where on earth did he learn such formidable strength? Who was his master? Could he be some peerless powerhouse from a secluded sect? Questions swirled endlessly in Xuan Yuanba's mind.

"Haochen, I have an idea." Suddenly, Wu Xie had a flash of insight, as if thinking of some terrible scheme.

Unexpectedly, after listening to Fu Xi's words, everyone suddenly felt a sense of sudden enlightenment. Who would have thought that such a simple melody could hold so many intricacies?

"Butchers" was the moniker given by the city's residents to those city guards who would casually hurl abuses or even kill people just to clear the way for high-ranking officials and nobles. Now, with the great battle upon them, they had become the "protectors" of the entire city.

Xiang Hao, however, turned pale with fright, because the fierce weapon in his hand was vibrating violently, its murderous intent soaring to the nine heavens, terrifying to the extreme.

As prison guards, they also knew there were too many inmates in this prison whom they simply could not afford to provoke.

Crossing the South Tianmen meant entering the realm of the Heavenly Court; no matter how powerful Ye Chen was, he had to think twice about that, right?

Fu Xi was certain that Feng Wu's earlier claims about the jade box being intact were absolute nonsense used to fool Li Chengfeng and the others.

Zhu Qing cupped his hands toward the two of them, leaped cleanly onto the sparring platform, and executed the movement without the slightest hesitation.

"Since you survived my sword, I will not trouble you ever again in the future," Wang West said to Yun Ting, his expression indifferent, devoid of anger or surprise, and infinitely calm.

Perhaps Luo Mingzhu would no longer possess anyone else, and perhaps once the eminent monk arrived, her soul would vanish alongside Luo Mingzhu's, but she had to do this.

Dong Buzhuan shrugged. He understood some of what Zuhai said, but not all of it.

However, because the power of the primordial fetus was the refined and purified essence of the golden core's power, its energy was purer and of higher quality than that of the golden core itself. The higher the grade of the golden core, the more powerful the primordial fetus nurtured within it would be.

"Oh my! Husband and wife quarrels end in bed! After tonight's demon banquet, you two can just make up in bed, and everything will be fine. Why keep up the cold war?" Ji Yao began to persuade Leng Manyan, her words rather suggestive.

Although Lu Ruoshuang's appearance here at this moment was even more suspicious, for the sake of the estate's reputation, Madam Tang could only feign ignorance, defusing the matter first before investigating thoroughly.

"You mustn't drink too much, lest someone takes advantage of your vulnerable state." Yan Yunzhi pressed down on his teacup to prevent him from succeeding, though his expression showed not the slightest trace of fear of "being" taken advantage of.

Before him, those gray-white "noodles" piled up layer upon layer, surging ever higher. Anyone could tell that it would only take a little time for the black flames to reappear, and there was no way they could haul in any more bags of salt.

In the end, it was Lu Ruoxue who, through Lu Chongyu's words, suggested that her father temporarily recruit a hundred able-bodied commoners along with the county yamen runners to maintain order in the city.

She held her breath for a long time, and seeing no further movement from Xiao Rushui, she tilted her head slightly, wanting to see if he had any instructions for the next step.

As early as the beginning of her pregnancy, Lu Ruoxue had already drafted the recipe, simply waiting to use placenta as the principal medicinal ingredient, supplemented by supporting herbs, to make it into pills. It would treat all sorts of deficiencies and consumptions, cure the five exhaustions and seven injuries, and greatly nourish vital energy.

With the loud crash of the gate collapsing, the members of the Xiao clan in the residence were startled and gathered toward the front entrance.

Zhao Feng continued walking, but as the bloody mist grew increasingly dense, he sensed that he was not entirely unaffected as he had imagined.

That night, Su Xiaoran took a very long bath in the bathroom, washing away the sand on her body and scrubbing off every trace of attachment and nostalgia for Ji Ren.