Chapter 1104: Cherish and Value

After signing the sect jade token, Mo Hua carefully stored it in his Nanzhi Ring.

This jade token was not merely a "letter of recommendation," not just a "business card," but a sign of the sect's ancestral patriarch, the sect master, and the senior elders' esteem and goodwill—Mo Hua treasured it deeply.

Afterward, there were still some minor matters.

Since he had already "graduated," his fellow disciples had all left the sect, and he no longer needed to attend classes—his time had become considerably freer.

He made a list.

Watching Qu Bo enter the room, Zhu Heng spotted Ji Yanran alone again; he tidied his hair, feigned as if nothing had happened, and approached the beauty.

After hearing this explanation, Lin Dong fell silent. Truth be told, he had never intended to refuse the disciple—he merely wished to clarify the boy's origins beforehand. Now that the Fifth Elder had taken him in, Lin Dong was naturally pleased. As for the boy's background, they could take their time; there would surely come a day when everything was revealed.

Xi Xin did not see how Miss Xu's eyes gleamed with rare brightness, how she smiled as she appraised herself, then turned to gaze out the window, before lying down fully clothed with her back turned outward.

Arthur did not know that, under the subtle guidance of Quincy's Soul Mask, his Heart of Earth had already taken a strange path—the very path only legendary heroes like Quincy had walked.

There, lying before him, defenseless and sensual, as if ripe for the taking, Lin Dong merely gently removed her outer garments, regarded her with a gaze of pure appreciation, then rose and walked away as if nothing had happened, showing not the slightest trace of lingering.

The competition venue was some distance from Qu Bo's hotel; since it was still too early, taxi drivers had not yet started work—taking a taxi was out of the question.

The group of five resumed their efforts to break the array with arrays, repeatedly striking the light curtain at the cave entrance, yet the curtain proved far stronger than the outer formation; only after several days did they begin to see the faintest progress.

The Fire Phoenix was wreathed in blazing white flames—flames so searing that contact meant instant injury, and touch meant certain death; even Leng Shangqing and Yue Chuan dared not risk it. Thus, the Fire Phoenix's rebirth proceeded without interference, ending smoothly.

Deep night fell; their whispered conversation lasted until the first pale light of dawn. Arthur could see that Kai truly did not wish to end this feeling. Yet in the end, she fell into a deep sleep within Arthur's arms.

But even so, the only way to break through the barrier and escape confinement was to pass through the Life Gate—other gates risked far more complex and dire conditions, possibly drawing one into the Yellow Springs Ghost Realm by overwhelming yin energy. Should that happen, one would be lost forever.

"That's all!" Fang Cheng ordered, then pulled out several gold bars in front of the stunned waiter—each bar weighed exactly one kilogram.

Later, a powerful official came seeking his healing services; the patient was the official's mother, located far away and too gravely ill to be transported, so the doctor had to travel to her. The doctor, unwilling to miss this chance to curry favor with the powerful, agreed.

Most importantly, how had she become his brother-in-law's concubine? And how had she borne him a son? Did his brother-in-law even know her true identity?

Hearing this, I was stunned. I had not imagined the most troublesome part here wasn't the illusion, but the passage itself.

I gave Huo Dong a look of clear distaste, then handed him the photo—I already knew what he meant to say.

Have you ever seen photocopying? Soldiers trained in the barracks are like photocopies—their content is identical, perhaps with minor blurring due to certain factors, but fundamentally, they are all the same.