Chapter 937: Wood, White, Gold, Jade

"A mid-low grade elemental root is, in theory, not actually that bad... but it depends on the era."

Mr. Xun said, "Now it's over twenty thousand years into the Dao Calendar; centuries have passed, and the cultivation world has multiplied so much that those without elemental roots have long been eliminated, and mid- and low-grade roots exist almost exclusively among cultivators without sect affiliation."

"True great clans, including some mid-tier clans, are arranging marriages through 'elemental root inheritance.' Disciples from family sects intermarry, their elemental roots improving generation after generation."

Du Gu Cheng's handsome sword-like brows twitched almost imperceptibly; he shifted his head slightly, casting a sidelong glance at the shadow cloaked in darkness behind him, his eyes utterly devoid of emotion, as if the person being spoken of weren't himself at all.

Xian Yue eliminated the knife-wielding ghost man; with his death, all the power previously absorbed returned fully. He didn't know how the bastard had managed to suppress him, but now it didn't matter.

Ye Shucheng had even prepared an escape route for her, giving her a choice where none had existed before.

But for some reason, this superpower awakening trope felt oddly similar to the monster transformation in One Punch Man?

But in Ruo Yi's hands, it somehow went off-track, straight to tyrant mode—I can only say Ruo Yi really knows how to play.

Climbing up would be easy for all three of them, but bringing the vehicle... their destructive power could blast the vehicle straight up, yet no matter who did it, the vehicle wouldn't survive.

Though far away, Nana on the vehicle seemed to have heard it; she cried in relief, then sat quietly on the back seat, waiting for Su Huan to rescue her.

With no one watching, Qu Feng put on a carefree air, rubbed his wrists and stretched his limbs, then plopped down, tilting his neck to glance sideways at Zhang Yicheng.

Especially since her foundation was far worse than others', she often couldn't even keep up mentally, forcing her to devote far more effort.

Like playing back a recording, she repeated the exact same words with utter blandness.

Even peak-level experts could do little against a mech warrior; mech warriors had been deployed rarely before, but under these circumstances, they must be sent out now.

Duan Qiu had originally intended to leave, but upon hearing this, he turned to look at the orc riding the horse nearby—he hadn't fought freely in a long time, and perfectly aligned with the command center's plan, Duan Qiu decided to go utterly mad.

Su Zimo chuckled twice, then followed the doctor out of the ward; Zhang Yao, seeing this, followed suit.

As the Yang Burn Mountain Sword was about to strike, Lin Lang suddenly formed a hand seal, barked a cold command, and pointed his right hand at the blood droplet before him.

"I didn't give it to him—it was the Alliance Token that chose him myself; I had no prior knowledge of this," Chu Feng explained.

At this moment, Chen Jing had concentrated all his abilities into a single sword, yet the sword in his hand was clearly dull and lifeless; staying here served no purpose—he must leave as soon as possible.

The Daoist had given Chen Jing an insight: he had used a substitution technique to evade the Juexian Sword, his true body long vanished. Chen Jing now recalled the Illusory Art of the Mitiang Butterfly. Li Chen, with her firm will, was hard to deceive with illusions—but not impossible, especially now that she was controlling multiple swords at once.

Even Chen Wu Ji of the Red Gate Chen Clan, gazing at Tang Wanyi, revealed a flicker of infatuation in his eyes—though it vanished instantly, replaced once more by his usual cold, detached expression, untouched by mortal desires.

Landing on the ground, he suddenly saw a flash of fire—Tie Mu Li lit a candle; the flame stretched forward, illuminating a cavern. The walls were mostly rock; where earth predominated over stone, rectangular green stones had been stacked for support, giving the whole place a patchy, weathered appearance.

Han Feng swallowed hard; he had assumed the only additional power he'd gain would be an enhancement of his Primordial Spirit, but now another avenue had opened.

My first sentence was a test of Liu Minghao's reaction; hearing him say that, I understood—he truly intends to oppose Yin Chunxu. Now I only need a little spark to set it off.