Chapter 92: He Transforms into a Auspicious Deer Tending the Spring Marsh, the Serpent-Binding True Person Rests Amidst the Clouds

Mu Chunze cultivated Qi by practicing the Wood Spirit Absorbing Demonic Qi technique from the Five Spirits Absorbing Demonic Qi method.

Compared to the Five-Color Purple Mist Qi, which requires decades of slow qi absorption to cultivate, or the Five-Tones Earth Vein Qi, which demands vast resources to rapidly boost one’s cultivation base, the Five Spirits Absorbing Demonic Qi method advances quickly and consumes far less material resources.

The only drawback is that cultivators must risk their lives fighting demonic beasts to absorb their essence and demonic power, transforming it into spiritual energy.

Therefore, Mu Chunze his

Others attend school in a routine, natural way, but for someone like Tian Liangliang, school is a battle against fate itself—a chance to change his destiny—so he studies with all his might, passing the Band 4 exam by his sophomore year and now preparing for Band 6.

“Drop me at the company, I’ll sleep for a bit—wake me when we arrive. I’m tired after all that fuss.” I finished speaking and slipped into sleep.

They visited many places: Qilin Tower, Golden Wind and Jade Dew, Zhangtai, Pingkang Lane, and finally stumbled into Zhuque Avenue, where imperial relatives lived, forming their own bustling district—the most prosperous of all the streets in the capital.

“Do we really have to abandon the ancestral business Father left us?” Han Sen sighed.

The system’s so-called Great Sun Battle Armor blueprint is not an actual sheet of paper, but a glowing screen stored within the system, always available for viewing.

After learning this method, how could he not know the consequences? But driven by his inner desire, he still decided to try it.

Outside the capital, on the eastern hillside, a silent army was stationed, awaiting news from the capital.

“Alright, I’ll try some again when I have time. Right now we’re heading to the county—let’s talk when we get back.” Kuang Dejun saw his excited expression and knew the navel orange flavor had improved dramatically since before.

As they spoke, a large expanse of gray rooftops came into view—the transportation company’s dormitory district.

A gaunt figure, draped in a tattered hemp robe, had a gaping hole in his abdomen, with flesh turned outward—pale, bloodless, and lifeless; his internal organs were black and withered.

She couldn’t fulfill the role that Huo Chenyan played; she might even backfire—after all, who wants a date with such a glaring light?

The driver and bodyguard in the front seats trembled—no one knew how much self-control they’d used to hold back their laughter.

Yin Zhuohua was left speechless, and in that moment, she forgot to continue gossiping about Pei Jing and Yin Wenqing.

He had originally planned to gradually level up by simmering herbal decoctions, but unexpectedly gained 3,000 points overnight.

Two knocks came at the dorm door—everyone froze instantly, their heartbeats slowing as if time itself had paused.

“But you’re not the down-on-his-luck sailor Jules—you’re the millionaire Jules!” Nicole laughed.

Between X-Men 2 and X-Men 3, mutants occupied an awkward, socially unacceptable status.

He still remembered the five points the school deducted when he ordered takeout—those points still hadn’t been restored; if performing a show could get them back, it’d be worth it.

Thus, after a hundred days, Yun Feiyang had adapted to one hundred times gravity—hundredfold gravity was as easy for him as eating and drinking.

With Liang Youyi’s experience and beauty, restarting her life abroad and remarrying someone worthy of her was no difficult feat.

“They went home to pack—there are no flights to Haizhou today or tomorrow; they bought train tickets for this afternoon.” Zhang Yong said, already reaching the door.

One of them had eyes as piercing as twin swords; his skin was pale, his golden hair cascading over his shoulders like radiant sunlight, exuding great majesty.

I cursed loudly, leapt onto the table, grabbed an unopened bottle of liquor, and smashed it over that fat pig’s head.