Chapter 1121

Three days later, at dawn before the sky had lightened, Mo Hua had already packed his bags.

He handed a jade slip to his mother, Liu Ruhua, and said:

"Mother, this jade slip contains my summarized insights on Foundation Establishment—take a look when you have time, and cultivate diligently. Father has already reached Foundation Establishment, yet you remain at Qi Refinement ninth layer; you must have been slackening, not focusing your mind on cultivation. This won't do. Cultivation is like rowing upstream—if you don't advance, you fall back. A single step lagged means every step after is lagged."

At this moment, Yiquan had completely forgotten about the contract, his mind thoroughly controlled by the magical potion.

After drinking the wedding wine of Lian Zijie and Du Feng, Qiu Qianjian immediately called Yang Liuer back to the manor.

"Early? Not bad. By the way, I need to tell you something. Just now, my father called me—he found a herb." Gan Qingqing said.

Nie Tian and Baili Changge walked past the suspension bridge and arrived at a barren stretch of land—utterly devoid of vegetation, scorching hot, yet at its center grew a towering ancient tree, its branches heavy with fully crimson fruits, radiating waves of intense heat.

"Liu'er, what happened to your hand?" Lu Xiaoge deliberately shouted "Liu'er" in front of Yin Zhongjie, wanting to see his reaction to those two words. Fortunately, Yin Zhongjie's gaze remained fixed on her, showing no other response—so she decided to reveal this secret to them.

"You take the bed. I'll sleep on the sofa." Wang Qiangxin had just seen Lin Miaoyin off, and now Gan Qingqing had arrived—he'd clearly be sleeping on the sofa for several nights.

Shu Yao waited a while, then Huang Jun returned, his face no longer smiling but instead grim, burdened with worries.

"Do you mean that soon after, Tianzong will send someone to retaliate?" Han Ling's beautiful eyes blinked as she asked.

At that moment, Wang Qiang seized the opportunity—he raised his rifle and fired at the helicopter's fuel tank: tatatata.

Wu Yu and Yu Chen raised their heads almost simultaneously, shining their flashlights toward the wall behind the long table. As the table split apart, the wall behind it also parted to either side, revealing a passage.

Hunshi's gaze sharpened as he glared at the red-haired demonic cultivator, who immediately trembled, his body shaking like a sieve.

"Machidil, tell me—since becoming the lord of the Aries Palace, how much has your strength increased?" Ba Che asked, his face solemn.

Lin Ye recognized at once—the rose in the medicine jar's hand was the Blood Soul Rose he had seen within the Tai Shi Oasis.

Ascending within a hundred years seemed inconceivable, impossible—but after hearing the child describe his strange condition, he suddenly felt a bizarre intuition: not even a hundred years might be necessary; fifty years might suffice, and that wouldn't seem so strange.

Shan Shisan continuously injected tiny threads of true qi; fewer than twenty times, the mysterious aura finally grew sated, forming a faint glow that flickered once, creating an invisible vortex that sucked in everything around it.

The message is clear: you had your chance and didn't take it. Now that you want to meet, it's up to your own abilities.

"By the way, are you still willing to fall into the demonic path? With Lan Ya's help, we may not be crushed outright by Guyi Tower." Qin Susu suddenly asked.

"Liu Ke. Mo Yang said you have a way to contact them, right?" Hu Buzhang, seated in this temporary command center, immediately asked Liu Ke.

"Yes." The guard at the gate, upon receiving Mo Yang's order, saluted and turned to summon Liu Ke, who was laboring near the solitary confinement cell.

Hearing Bingshuang say this, Wei Hu's brow immediately furrowed—he understood perfectly what "the dark side" meant: things that couldn't be brought into the open, like murder, drug trafficking, arms smuggling, or the underground fighting rings favored by many wealthy youths.