Chapter 102: The Technique of Gathering Spiritual Energy

Seeing Master Xiang Yihong raise his bronze cudgel, its surface gathering magic power and spiritual energy to form a tiny vortex at the tip, the giant’s expression changed drastically, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot.

The next instant, the giant’s body swelled another third, bursting his black vest, transforming in an instant into a black bear over three meters tall, then swiping a massive paw at Master Xiang Yihong.

Master Xiang Yihong spun his cudgel and struck the bear’s paw.

“Boom!”

A thunderous

“I need to discuss this with your father.” Saying this, Xue Mushang picked up his bag and walked out.

Lin Yueyao finally breathed a sigh of relief; if her grandfather opposed it, with his stubborn nature, things would become troublesome.

Even if the third son was greatly favored by the old master, so what? He was the one who had accomplished this feat.

Perhaps sensing extreme danger from Lu Heng, his remaining sanity forced him to halt—but the backlash left him spitting blood and severely wounded.

Shen Shiyan did not answer, yet I clearly felt his gaze held deeper meaning, as if deliberately choosing not to expose me. Then again, I thought: take it one step at a time—at least for now, he doesn’t see me as a monster and is willing to draw near.

Two armored soldiers, clad in iron battle armor and gripping their sabers, guarded the front gate; their builds were extraordinarily massive, broad-shouldered and muscular, their eyes bulging like copper bells, radiating authority without even raising their voices.

After hearing An Jingzhe’s request, Ambassador Han immediately communicated with the local government’s liaison officer.

This first step was naturally to ensure a stronger weld, but the primary reason was that this was a newly developed cold-welding technology from the Materials Research Institute.

Seeing Yue Shan’s icy demeanor, Bai Zhirou felt a pang of sympathy; she too had once been cold and distant, and knew this demeanor was merely a shield—or, as Jiang Cheng put it, social withdrawal.

Wu Xiuhua let out a light snort; after the silver needles pierced her acupoints, she felt a scorching warmth surge within her, circulating repeatedly, and the pain in her chest immediately eased.

Jun Yue’s face grew darker, as if dripping with water. His sensitive, suspicious wife kept probing his limits; that lack of trust stirred memories of You Sicheng. He had thought he could ignore it, but a seed of resentment had taken root deep within.

“Alright, alright, thank you all tonight, sorry to trouble you. It’s late—go home and rest.” Chen Xianglian smiled at everyone.

An Baichen couldn’t help but marvel: from the current situation, the Didiya Empire had clearly anticipated Duke Wilson’s war decision.

“It’s fine… maybe someone will come to buy tomorrow. If no one does, I’ll make some soy-braised pork and cure some salted meat—it’ll keep longer. The weather’s cold now, so fresh meat can still last a while; then I’ll ask Auntie to send some to my in-laws.” Song Jinghao had already planned everything out.

Only after Zhu Ge Moxue entered the room did Xu Sansheng relax; her earlier words had nearly shattered his mental composure.

Lu Xiaomin felt a sweet warmth, smiling broadly at Chang Tianhao: other words didn’t matter—“half adopted son” was meant for her ears alone. Their eyes met, and both felt an electric thrill.

If Xu Sansheng succeeded, then this entity, forged from his Dao heart and aided by the Tianling Emperor, might barely become his master.

NetEase Cloud Music even extended an olive branch, planning to stream the new album on its platform, requiring users to pay for downloads and listening.

No one knew he feared missing the perfect moment to meet her; long before the girl arrived for their appointment, he had already been waiting here.

Mythological records state that when a figure seeks truth and idealism, Reshiram and Zekrom appear to test his spirit and strength; should they deem him a hero, they shall bestow upon him the accumulated knowledge of millennia and turn their blades against his enemies.