Chapter 89

Freely craft high-level Qi Refining talismans, but spiritual energy may only be the most ordinary Five-Color Purple Mist Qi.

The Wang clan’s arrangement here is by no means unskillful; many Qi Refining cultivators who specialize in unique spiritual energies possess distinctive cultivation methods and secret transmission techniques.

If they used their own spiritual energy and secret techniques to draw complete high-level Qi Refining talismans infused with spiritual energy, they would naturally gain a significant advantage in the competition.

But when they can only use the mundane Five-Color Purple Mist Qi, they

are the very manifestation that exists in that world, capable of influencing those at that time point and being influenced by them.

Someone loudly translated Han Xin’s words into Xiongnu, and Han Xin’s peripheral vision caught Empress Yanzhi, pale and trembling, collapsed on the ground; beside her, Wang Jing had stepped forward to help her up, his gaze fixed on her with rapt obsession—Han Xin froze in surprise.

Wu Zheng instantly spat a gush of blood, his body flying backward hundreds of zhang, while a crimson blood trail slashed through the air.

“I wish to ask my elder brother to deliver a message to my brother,” Gu Shiban said, suppressing her turbulent emotions, her tone calm and solemn.

As for Lianye, he casually tugged at his windbreaker and switched to swim trunks in a second; with time-control ability, achieving such an effect was a simple application.

Ye Mingjing listened carefully to the guqin melody and found it passable. The guqin has no chords, uses the pentatonic scale, and emphasizes glissando and harmonics; it values distant tones and tranquil intent, aligning well with Daoist teachings of “the greatest sound is silent.”

Xiao Gucheng nodded along as Liyana explained; no wonder she was the investigation team’s consultant—her knowledge of ruins was extraordinary. Yet for the non-expert siblings, she had explained less than half of what they could comprehend.

The elderly couple had seen such scenes often and were not alarmed; they sighed, one holding a cup of hot tea, the other leaning on a cane as they shuffled over.

“Come to think of it, shouldn’t I go over and greet them?” the shadow figure muttered to himself.

Just got home, wrote this on the train, made minor edits—couldn’t reach four thousand words, dead tired. Stayed up late watching De Yun She last night, woke up early again, can’t hold on anymore. Goodnight, everyone.

As Lei Yu flung out a slave card, the listless Wei Qing was instantly engulfed by it, followed by a blinding flash of light that filled the entire imperial palace, forcing Wei Wang and others to instinctively shield their eyes.

An experienced senior, seeing Lei Yu wasn’t instantly defeated, remarked in surprise.

Li Zhen said, “Forget it, this requires genetics—I won’t waste time experimenting. Another defective product would be the end of me.”

I loved her for so many years. Thought of her for so many years. But she never paid him any attention.

The shadow had taken a gunshot wound to the chest—if it had been slightly off, it would have pierced his heart. He hadn’t expected to be followed; what a careless mistake.

Xi Zhocai instinctively wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. If they were wiped out before even reaching the location, it would be embarrassing—he was merely a strategist; don’t expect him to fight.

“Didn’t I already say, let him grow up and take it himself?” Ling Siye said, hurriedly feeding Bai Su until she finished, finally freeing his hands to hold the child.

He thought about it all night. His mother was right—Shimin had rejected him repeatedly, and there must be a reason. But he had to find out that reason, so he proposed outright—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 her bronze longsword and returned, exhausted, to the Slave Palace’s front.

Originally, my goal was simply to cook a pot of red-braised pork, then lure and capture Index. Why did such a simple task spawn so many complications?! Has Upa’s misfortune infected me?