Chapter 112: The First Magic! Summoning a Heroic Spirit

Time passed silently.

When the young dragon returned to the ancient cat-people tribe, it no longer caused great panic, though other cat-people still stepped back in awe, their innate fear of dragons compelling them to make way.

The elder cat-people shaman rushed over immediately, embedding the dragon scale into his forehead using some method—he slit the skin with a dagger and pressed the scale into the wound.

For some reason, the once aged and frail

Duan Fei likewise hoped for this, so he could resolve his life-or-death mission with Zhong Fu sooner.

Song Hao’s pupils contracted slightly, a hint of surprise crossing his face—the sight before him was merely a row of ordinary stone houses, built from green stone.

“Patient in critical condition, rush to hospital immediately.” Lu Ka’s life signs were extremely weak, and Jian Ning’s facial injuries were severe, so both were swiftly placed on the ambulance.

He washed his messy hair, changed his attire, and drove urgently to the procuratorate.

That man, had he not been truly mortally wounded at the time, might well have taken Li Na as well.

Luo Li finally relaxed, called Yan Jun, and told him to proceed with distribution—whomever he was short, he’d pay them the moment funds arrived.

One hundred million RMB amounted to just over ten million USD, a mere drop in the ocean compared to Master Li’s current wealth.

Such astonishing energy could not arise from nothing—then what being emitted this energy?

Tang Ran immediately tugged at her sleeve, his face showing disapproval—clearly he thought seven million was too expensive.

“Report: Bloodied Mercenary Guild dispatched sixteen fighter jets as escort. They greeted us!” A staff officer entered and reported to Tang Bin.

“Yeah, this guy’s been sitting at this table for four days without moving.” The man nodded.

“Ye Ning—” Lan Chixuan’s voice carried surprise—he hadn’t expected me to call him.

Could he have injected stimulants just now? Even if his accuracy was off, this shot was only dozens of meters from the green—nearly equaling Li Chenglin’s two shots! This guy always delivers surprises—where the hell did he come from?

“Mr. Chen, your sincerity moves us—we accept. We won’t take the money; we’ll donate it to our charity fund on your behalf. On behalf of impoverished children in inland mountain regions, I thank you!” Xu Heng said.

“Vice Sect Leader!” Yue Lan fixed him with a sharp gaze, clearly baffled by his words. Fang Haikuo secretly signaled him to be silent, while Han Yanchen coldly swept them with a glance, then turned and left the Water Immortal Pavilion. Nan Kongqian, seeing this, quickly excused himself from Fang Haikuo and hurried after him.

Chu Hao and Xia Yu also turned to look—Long Qing had withdrawn his hands, standing tall, his aura deep as an abyss. Around him, dozens of floor tiles had been utterly shattered, revealing the gray-black concrete beneath.

Last night, Chen Chumo had slept with Zhou Peng, but he still woke from nightmares in the middle of the night—afterward, he drifted in a daze and slept not another moment.

“Chieftain, Chieftain, I’ll call right away.” One man, seemingly the leader, immediately pulled out his phone and dialed.

The more foolish a person is, the more convinced they are that their own thoughts are always right; thus, when others’ thoughts or actions contradict their judgment, these fools fly into a rage, believing others lack proper thinking.

A clear hum sounded—the earth vein’s spring surged into the formation, which instantly blazed bright; the two stepped back slightly.

Seeing this, E Qing showed no alarm—as if he had anticipated it—he flashed a cruel gleam in his eyes, then his arms exploded outward with a thunderous crash.