Chapter 89: Who Wins Doesn't Matter, Then What Matters? (First Update!)

Free to make high-grade Qi Refining talismans, but the spiritual energy could only use the most ordinary Five-Colored Purple Mist Qi.

Wang Shi's arrangement was undeniably brilliant; many cultivators who practiced special spiritual energies had unique Cultivation Methods and special secret techniques.

If they used their own spiritual energy and secret techniques to draw complete high-grade Qi Refining talismans imbued with spiritual energy, they would naturally easily gain an advantage in the competition.

But when they could only use the ordinary Five-Colored Purple Mist Qi, they

are the kind that truly appear in that world, able to exert influence on the people at that point in time, and also be influenced by the people at that point in time.

Someone loudly translated Han Xin's words into the Xiongnu language. Han Xin's peripheral vision swept over, and he saw the Yanzhi so frightened that her face went pale and she fell to the ground sitting. Beside her, it was actually Wang Jing who stepped forward to help her up, his gaze toward the Yanzhi full of infatuation. Han Xin couldn't help but be stunned.

Blood instantly sprayed from Wu Zheng's mouth, his figure flying backward several hundred zhang in response, while a bright red line of blood was drawn across the air.

"I want to ask elder brother to bring a message to my brother." Gu Shiban Niang suppressed the surging emotions in her heart and said with a composed, calm expression.

As for Lian Ye, he casually tugged at his windbreaker and switched into swimming trunks in one second. With the ability of time control, achieving this effect was a fairly simple application of ability.

Ye Mingjing listened carefully to the qin music for a while and felt it was passable. The guqin has no chords, uses a pentatonic scale, with many glissandos and harmonics. It emphasizes distant sound and tranquil intent. Playing it aligns even more with the Daoist doctrine of "great sound is sparse."

Xiao Gucheng listened to Liliana's explanation, nodding along casually. Truly worthy of being the investigation team's consultant, Lilias's knowledge of ruins was quite extraordinary. However, for the brother and sister who were not experts, they couldn't even understand half of what she said.

The old couple had seen such scenes many times and did not panic. Instead, they sighed; one tremblingly held a cup of hot tea while the other leaned on a cane as they walked over.

"Speaking of which, wouldn't it be better for me to step forward and say hello?" the black-clad figure muttered to himself.

Just got home, wrote it on the train, made a simple edit. Can't even reach four thousand characters, I'm dying of sleepiness. Stayed up late last night watching Deyun She, had to get up early this morning, can't hold on anymore. Goodnight, everyone.

As Lei Yu flung out a slave card, Wei Qing, who had been lying listlessly on the ground, was instantly enveloped by the slave card. Then dazzling light shone throughout the entire palace, causing King Wei and the others to instinctively cover their eyes.

An experienced student looked at Lei Yu, who hadn't been killed in one strike, and said in surprise.

Li Zhen said, "Forget it, this also requires genes, I won't experiment blindly anymore, if another defective product comes out it'll be over."

He had loved her for so many years. Thought of her for so many years. But. She. To him. Had always ignored him.

The black shadow had taken a gunshot wound to the chest; if it had been slightly off-center it would have hit the heart. He hadn't expected to be followed—truly careless.

Xi Zhicai subconsciously wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. If they were wiped out before even reaching the destination, that would be awkward; he was just a strategist, don't expect any combat ability from him.

"Didn't I say before, let him behave sensibly and take it himself." Ling Siye said, hurriedly feeding Bai Su until she was done, finally able to free his hands to hold the child.

He thought about it all last night. Actually, Mommy was right—Shi Min rejecting her again and again must have a reason, but he had to figure out this reason. So he proposed directly. He wanted to see what excuse Yang Shimin would use to refuse him.

At this moment, the Empress Dowager had slowly descended. Lian Qiao sheathed the bronze longsword, her face weary, and turned back toward the front of the slave palace.

Speaking of which, my original intention was to make a pot of braised pork, then lure out Index and capture her. Why did such a simple job bring out so much trouble?! Could Kamijou-kun's misfortune have infected me?