Volume 1 Chapter 42: Exchanging Spirit Herbs for a New Life

As he spoke, his eyes were brimming with smiles. Zhu Wuyan brought back five bottles of water from the boat. He did not recognize the other two Tribulation-stage cultivators, but given that the Giant Sword Sect had arranged for them to serve as replacements, they were surely individuals of exceptional talent and profound magic power. It was just a pity that Nie Wushuang had no chance to see them; they had not appeared during the bitter struggle against the demon snake on Shennong Star.

Upon hearing this, Mo Li nearly choked on his breath. Duan Heng was far too arrogant, relying on the reputation and status of the Fire Hall within the Jiayan Academy to specifically suppress the disciples of the Cloud Hall.

Immersed for a long time, Han Fengxue had yet to awaken. Within his body, his spatial energy, divine power, and soul strength had all been sublimated once more, growing continuously. After a long while, when Han Fengxue opened his eyes again, he discovered that he had reached the peak of the Divine Monarch realm.

"Yes, Your Holiness. I will certainly bring back the head of Asura," declared the white-robed man known as Modisi with a solemn vow.

Picking up Canyue, Han Fengxue walked toward the exit, casting a cold, threatening glance at Zhang Hao before stepping out.

There were only two days left until the opening of the Ring City Ancient Tombs and the Exchange Conference. The three major forces, including the Yanhuang Alliance, had made their final preparations.

"Understood!" Augustus, with his keen eyes, immediately grasped the situation and hurried out. About a minute and a half later, a colonel staff officer in his thirties knocked and entered.

Dutian flicked his hand, tearing the void asunder. With a single movement, he vanished into the rift. The entire valley returned to dead silence.

Thinking of this, Jiang Nan’s expression hardened completely. A trace of an angry smile appeared on his face. Since he could not avoid it, he would not hide—there was no need to. If he did not fear a mid-stage Earth Martial King like Han Chang, what did it matter if another one came?

Logan smiled calmly, knowing that he had finally taken another solid step toward success.

Chen Yongren was rather perverted, frequently engaging in various high-difficulty acts with Tang Qi. Their home was filled with all sorts of props purchased in secret. Every time he was with her, he would torment her until she was in agony, yet he still demanded that she pretend to enjoy it.

He dressed meticulously early in the morning, shaving his stubble bit by bit until not a single bristle remained. He put on an outfit that made him look more energetic and studied himself in the mirror for a long time. Apart from a slightly large belly, he was quite satisfied with the rest. Qin Sihao sucked in his stomach and grinned at the mirror.

"You all go comfort Tuan Tuan. I will definitely drag Qu Yin before her!" Zhu Yanzhi declared.

Moyunzi found it hard to understand. Yun Fan’s aptitude was considered quite good. In order for their Saint Demon Clan to rule this world, they should have been strangling the future hope of these humans in the cradle—that was the order given by the Demon Venerable. Why, then, had Motun failed to execute it?

She pressed her lips against his, tracing his stubble-covered chin, inch by inch, down to his Adam’s apple, before rolling back up to the soft corners of his mouth.

"Yes, Erlang understands!" Jiang Erlang had words of gratitude on the tip of his tongue, but he decided that practical action would be better; otherwise, empty words without execution meant nothing.

The bosses had barely left when Hua Qingyan and the others followed. They had an appointment to meet a broker in town to look at houses. As they sat in the carriage, Hua Qingyan was still sighing.

After all, they were originally from the same era as Lin Chuan, but Lin Chuan’s reputation was so overwhelming that they could not help but compare themselves to him.

Short of using underhanded methods like drugging him, Ni Yexin truly did not know how to make Murong Changqing submit willingly.

Thinking of how she had walked away back then, believing there was no hope for a future with He Qimo, and feeling that her son was the only one she had truly let down, she felt both despair and helplessness.

Fortunately, Fuman did not need to come in for the time being; he had to drive the carriage behind that messy pile of hay. Yang Yi decided not to worry about it, lifting the curtain hanging beside the carriage to peek out. Luckily, Fuman was also wearing a cloak; otherwise, driving a carriage in a magnificent evening gown would have surely attracted even more curious gazes.

He walked around the perimeter and discovered that although the place was incredibly clean, it always exuded a strange sense of filth.

"So what if it is a malevolent formation! How the Buddhist and Profound sects coexist today depends entirely on the thoughts of the Buddhas," Kong Xuan said with a sneer.

Sasuke looked at Li Lingyi’s palm with some fear, for the electricity crackling upon it was black and red, giving off a menacing aura that made one shudder.

Without political status and despised by the world, warriors valued tangible things more—such as land, money, and estates.

Song Song and the others looked at one another; it was indeed difficult to decide. But seeing that Gui Bao had his own plan, they realized that staying behind might ruin it, so they gritted their teeth and decided to leave.

He gave a soft hum, driving the horse with his whip before even leaving the imperial road. Only the clattering sound echoed around the city walls, while his servants followed closely behind. Ten feet away, the metallic clanking moved in sync with the horse, like a shadow, silent and seamless.

If the Spirit Toad appeared before the cultivators fought for the spirit herbs, it would face a siege from the crowd. If it appeared after they had fought, an unexpected scene might unfold.

"It is all my fault. I should never have agreed to let you accompany me. It is I who brought disaster to Yuncheng!" Zhan Zhen wailed, his voice filled with sorrow.

A massive amount of starlight energy began to pour into Chen Xiao’s body, causing his aura to begin to rise. The previous chaos vanished on the spot.

The Western Kingdom placed great emphasis on appearance and etiquette, which was quite different from the etiquette of the Northern Kingdom, the elegance of the Southern Kingdom, or the dominance of the Eastern Kingdom. Every citizen wore a somewhat noble expression on their face.

Zhao Long and Duan Luo, two hot-headed youths, admitted they couldn't figure it out, but suggested that they should simply go and see for themselves.

Just then, the sound of space tearing rang out, and a spatial tunnel formed directly.

"Ant, you have angered me!" The golden statue’s eyes suddenly opened, and a cluster of blue flames flickered within them, immortal and burning.