Chapter 1263: Revival and Bone Carving

The Yi Wood Revival Array was the first-prize reward from the Discourse Sword Assembly, obtained from the Dao Court's Tianshu Pavilion.

This array might be the most unremarkable of all the prizes.

Many people even fail to understand why the Dao Court would use such an obscure and useless "medical array" as the prize for the Discourse Sword Assembly, a grand event.

But Mo Hua knew clearly: this was a "bait" set for him by someone.

Since he had the qualifications to be used as "bait" to lure himself

Qin Yu lowered her gaze; these people were laughable—she had no Wu Gong, no heavenly arts, so why did they persist in guarding her every day? Didn't they tire?

Right now, her mind was filled with only one thought: how to make up for her past mistakes, how to return every wrong she had done, untouched and intact.

Jun Mo Li's question—honestly, Lin Youran had never considered it—but were these two things fundamentally different? Weren't they the same? If he won against the old man, he could gain both his life and his freedom; why bother haggling over details? Isn't that exhausting?

Bai Che thought for a moment—it was indeed tiring to stay up all night; the Prince had left early in the morning, so naturally the Princess was in a mood. He smiled.

Yun Yi didn't bother with formalities; his figure flickered and vanished before everyone's eyes. Zhan Zhao widened his eyes in shock—such exquisite lightness skill! He doubted he could achieve it even after ten more years of training, and he sincerely marveled.

After searching for a while, they found some flammable materials, some unknown oil, and some firewood, but Chen Cheng found nothing to ignite them.

"Don't scare me—I have a weak heart! Your words make my heart race!" Liu Yi stepped back, patting his chest as he stared at the tombstone. This news was too explosive, too shocking—Savior? Joke's on you—I, Liu Yi, have no intention of dying; I still want to go back to Earth.

Lin Cheng clenched his lips, silently cursing Lin Yezǐ for being spineless—if it were her, she'd have already slapped him across the face.

He Chenfeng was furious—his fire couldn't be relieved, and now Luo Mei had shown up; naturally, He Chenfeng had nothing good to say.

"Lady, please wait! Might I challenge you to one more wager?" Lan Zeyu called out.

"You cannot use your Dark Spiritual Force, but any other method is permitted—even smashing it open is acceptable!" Su Ruoxi explained.

The elegant teacher's anger was gentle, lacking even a shred of Pei Weixin—the students ignored her completely and kept sleeping.

Several boys finished speaking, closed their eyes, and sat cross-legged on the spot; their exaggerated postures drew laughter from those around them.

Hao Yue had reached the peak of Tribulation Crossing, and had been stuck at this realm for over five hundred years; he rarely fought, so no one knew his true combat strength.

Lin Yun descended to the air roughly five hundred meters above the four men, then suddenly sensed something, let out a soft "hmm?" and halted, squinting toward a valley seven or eight hundred meters ahead of them.

This class was self-study for both first- and second-year students, and class had already been going on for a while—could they have been waiting here for a long time?

Gao Yuan saw his father lying on the hospital bed, his head wrapped in bandages, his right arm in a cast, an IV drip slowly feeding fluid into his veins; his frail appearance pierced Gao Yuan's heart like a knife.

When the ambulance arrived, Li Yunyun was rushed to the hospital's emergency room; even at the hospital, Li Yunyun remained stubborn and defiant.

"Let's mount up, then charge together—catch the opponent off guard," Xiao He said as if he had vast experience.

As the saying goes: troops move, provisions lead; wave after wave of soldiers escorted grain to Shangcai or Xuzhou. What was escorted wasn't just grain—it was also military equipment and weapons.

This was undoubtedly good for Long Wei; it effectively doubled the purity of his True Yuan.

Compared to Han Fei, who only talked big, Han Chong's strength was clearly superior; Zhu Xiao smiled faintly and stepped forward, fist raised to meet Han Chong.

After leaving the Immortal Realm, Zhou Chen lived for many years on the Alien Species Island, survived the Demon Beast War, then went to the Wokaku Island; now, as he was about to leave the Eight Clans' Land, Zhou Chen had not returned to the Immortal Realm in many years.

Jiu Wei's peripheral vision caught the striking, almost demonic six-pointed star pattern in Sasuke's eyes.

Zhao Zhongyao heard Lin Xiaowei say this and thought: better I alone know this. It's best not to let more people know. After all, they were currently in the process of landing on the Moon—if more people found out, it would jeopardize this lunar mission.

Everyone suddenly felt this thought surge in their hearts: in their view, Wade could never block Zhang Weifeng's shot—but why didn't Zhang Weifeng just take a three-pointer?

At that moment, large patches of scales covering Yati's body were torn away; Yati's face turned instantly pale, her mouth opened, and she spat out a large gush of blood.

"Thanks for the compliment—stay right there!" Liu Chuan tucked away the Po Dao Pill, stopped tormenting them, and kept them around—he'd tease them again when he was in a bad mood; if they proved useful again, he'd come back for them.

I nodded—the issue wasn't whether she was naked or not, but the chicken feathers on the ground; I suspected she was the charred corpse.

His strong reaction just now was indeed because he'd been scalded—hot water had splashed onto his wrist and handback, searingly painful—but to avoid worrying Su Ruotong, he forced himself to endure it; when she leaned in to inspect the injury, he panicked.

The Golden Hound listened, half-understanding, and looked at Hai Hena; finally, it let out a long howl toward her, then shook its golden fur incessantly, as if unsure what to do.