Chapter 187: Chapter Eleven: Sacred Relics, Mana Restoration, Tithe

Avalon, land of blessing.

Among the many legends of Avalon, at its deepest core, there has always been a mysterious hot spring temple, said to restore any wound upon immersion, for it is the sacred site of Goddess Su Lisi. Yet while many figures in legend entered Avalon, those who bathed in the holy spring are few—fewer than the fingers of one hand—and the most famous among them were the princes of Scotland and Ireland, Britain.

Death warriors are fierce warriors, utterly loyal and fearless of death; from the day they joined the family, they became its sharpest blade, striking wherever directed.

The lich was pursued a thousand li by Shang Guan Ce to Heyang City; seeing no escape, he took refuge inside the mortuary, preparing to use its intense yin energy to unleash his eerie ghostly arts and control corpses—powerful techniques to surprise Shang Guan Ce.

In their eyes, a bright moon hung high, radiating brilliant light, its long phantom trail racing toward the distant constellation of the Northern Dipper.

At closing time, the tavern was empty; she rose from her seat, pulled a silver ingot from within her robes, glanced at it not at all, and tossed it onto the table before leaving downstairs.

Yan Liqiang of course did not go to join the commotion; he returned directly to the Yan household. Upon arriving, he ordered the head steward Zhou to be summoned.

When other families clash, it’s enough to make the opponent lose money, land, or reputation—no need to exterminate them. But this time is different: the Chris family’s enemy intends total annihilation, leaving not a single soul alive. Are you allies still willing to live? Do you truly dare to throw yourselves into this?

Yan Liqiang stood in the Weighing Hall, holding each meticulously crafted measuring device, explaining to the master craftsmen of the Bureau the relationships and connections among all units of measurement.

While fully focused on Brand, the sudden rush of a blood shadow startled the elder so badly he nearly hurled a mental strike capable of instantly killing a transcendent of the fifth or sixth tier.

“Wearing official robes yet committing bandit acts—you’re worse than pigs and dogs; you deserve death!” Yan Liqiang said coldly, offering no denial of his identity; his spear, like a coiling dragon, pierced straight toward Qu Mingcheng’s heart.

The other elders and the sect’s holy disciples could not reach this level and knew nothing of this place.

Experiment Subject 21 was a wooden dummy, Yu Chen was unreliable, Rat Two was untrustworthy—now, looking around, she’d have to carry it herself.

Moreover, she did not wish to dwell further on this issue, for sometimes the more you try to comfort someone, the greater their guilt and sorrow become in the moment.

Qin Miao acted; her flying sword gathered spiritual energy and launched a stream of flame toward the red barrier. The instant the flame met the barrier, a miraculous event occurred: the power of Qin Miao’s fierce strike was absorbed entirely by the great array.

Meeting the man’s deep, obsidian eyes, Ji Luosheng’s lips tightened nervously; she stared at his sharp jawline for a moment.

The innkeeper helped hire a carriage; the three of them—old and young—and the driver set off along the road toward Qianku City.

Among the crowd was one relatively normal person—he did nothing, merely crouched on the ground watching silently, his expression troubled, clearly burdened with thoughts.

His chest, hardened by long training, was as tough as steel, with clear contours of pectoral muscles visible.

Whether it was foul play or luck, he must pass the competition—Xu Wei stopped complaining.

When Horner received the ball beyond the three-point line, we knew there was no time to recover defensively; we could only silently pray he wouldn’t make the shot—but it was only a thought, utterly useless.