Chapter 235: Little Fish Flees, Jingyi Severely Injured

“Xiao Yu, although I’m not in a hurry to open my Purple Palace, the Method of Selecting Acupoints for the Purple Palace is perfectly suited.”

“But while there’s no immediate threat, long-term concerns still exist.”

“Once I open my Purple Palace, will the Method of Selecting Acupoints for the Purple Palace sustain me long-term?”

A highly counterintuitive logic is that opening the Purple Palace is easy, but becoming a Purple Palace cultivator is hard.

Wang Yulou lacks no cultivation method, and Bai Li also said that following Mang Xiang is currently the optimal solution, but he must consider what he’ll do after he becomes a Purple Palace cultivator.

The rest

This area lies right where everyone can see it, yet is often overlooked—namely, the rammed-earth city wall that encircles Qingcheng of the He River.

This plan, though it cannot resolve He Jianliu Mei’s issue, can give her a fellow traveler.

Historically, there has never been such a strange war: one side so advanced, the other so barbaric.

Opening the interior, like a seal, firmly fixes Luo Bu within; this armor is strong inside but weak outside, emitting various electromagnetic waves inside that disrupt normal bodily activity—provided the target is human.

Hong Yi recently heard that Si Niang had taken on a new foreigner named Wang Tao, whose craftsmanship earned universal praise from those who tasted it. Though she herself longed to try it, she could barely afford meals day to day, let alone indulge in the luxury of dining out.

“Ready!” Ita Keizō raised his tachi, gritting his molars, preparing to order the volley.

Wolf spoke as he bent down, reaching into the increasingly fierce bonfire to retrieve a strip of dried meat. The moment Wolf took the strip, the wooden frame holding the fire collapsed under the flames and was swallowed whole.

Nie Yuan, upon hearing Danny’s warning, made no hesitation—he stepped forward swiftly, dodging the hidden projectile behind him; a poisoned flying dart embedded itself in the ground where he had stood.

Magic has existed since tribal times, but back then its role was limited to basic survival activities—lighting fires, cultivating crops, hunting, divination—and it received little attention; people knew only simple spells like Fireball, Growth, Irrigation, and Astrology.

Countless powerful beings have died beneath it; the Fate Pearl controls fate, and anyone facing it cannot escape death.

The one downside in the village is that any small commotion spreads through the entire village in a short time—if it doesn’t get distorted, you’re lucky.

One must admit that when people are idle, especially after practicing a certain profession for long, they habitually bring their occupational habits into daily life.

With weapons this powerful and such strict military discipline, it cannot be the navy—it must be the World Government.

Lin Mu kept driving toward Xisanqi; this time, nothing unusual happened.

Back at the state residence, he boiled himself a bowl of yangchun noodles, then turned on the TV and found that Zhongnan Television was broadcasting news of Zhang Ruoyu’s charity event.

Chu Feng smiled faintly, unconcerned, then pulled out another silver needle, this time dipping it in powder from a red porcelain bottle.

This is good news for the drug enforcement team: a unified arrest eliminates the risk of leaks from individual operations, which might cause others to go into hiding.

Ning Hao’s reckless racing film had been shot last year, but post-production dragged on, missing the Spring Festival slot; it was pushed back again and again, finally landing in the May Day slot this year.

Still, the security situation is decent, and those guys are just paper tigers—they probably won’t dare act rashly, Han Shaoxun kept reassuring himself.

It would also be a good chance to test the strength of the wooden man’s puppets and compare it to the power level of the Seven Rakshasas.