Chapter 81: Processing Ingredients

"Finally done!" Gu Zhao put down the Mountain Thunder Talisman in his hand.

The embroiderer dispersed the Great Locking Dragon Talisman, and Bai Ke leaped over in two steps, sighing, "So big!"

"Not only is it big, but it's also a great tonic!" Daoist Yan Song waved his hand to retract the mask. Though his face looked slightly weary, he introduced it with great enthusiasm, "This thing replenishes Qi and blood, nourishes Yin and strengthens Yang, beautifies the skin, benefits the kidneys and strengthens the bones—it is a first-class treasure!"

Zhu Qingyan had just retracted her jade flute and walked

The King raised his hand to hold the staff horizontally before him, driving the spiritual flow within his spiritual meridians into the staff. He gathered several fireballs in mid-air, then waved the staff, flinging all the fireballs before him outward, furiously striking the Blue Spirit Whirlwind pushed out by Xun Yi.

These Li Suoluo naturally knew this, but the people of Jing State had never actually seen Princess Wuyou's true face; with this new identity, establishing oneself in Jing State was not as difficult as imagined.

They were all dug straight from the quarry in their original state, some still carrying mud and withered branches and leaves, to prove they had undergone no artificial modification.

Wu Hen held his sword and drifted down lightly, pointing directly at one person. Without any visible movement, a gust of wind seemed to sweep through his path; the person behind him froze, then a line of blood appeared at his throat. His head tilted back, and his head separated from his body, dead beyond any doubt.

Suddenly, a cold tone pierced deep into Mei Qi's unyielding heart. The smiling faces of his wife and children from the past surged uncontrollably in his mind.

"Um, that Daoist Priest that Dr. Wang mentioned... I wonder if you can still contact him?" Professor Li hesitated before asking.

Yet in that final glance of love, life, and parting, she saw another version of herself in Qin Zhen's eyes.

As she was pondering how to phrase her words so they would be watertight, Ying Er beside Ying Yanyang had already carefully scrutinized this strange man.

The two rode the system-provided exclusive two-person flying mount to the date location, "Qinghua Valley."

Sun Yunyun was also very happy; singing was already her forte, and with the Diligent Learning Jade Ruler, she would surely stand out above all others in today's singing and call-and-response practice.

Thus, all the mysteries were solved: why his injuries never healed, why they worsened every time he emerged from the secret chamber, and why his master grew ever stronger.

After half a day, observing that no one came knocking, he decided to cultivate the Fireball Technique and Water Column Technique, attacking spells for cultivation.

The crowd was still puzzled, and Chen Feng was equally baffled. However, Zhu Jian did not hesitate; gathering the Yuan Qi he cultivated, he leaped into the air and struck out with a palm toward Chen Feng.

Before long, only one expression remained on Luo Tian's face: pain. Lying on the ground, Luo Tian's face had turned green; he repeatedly slapped his chest with both hands, finally coughing incessantly.

The skull's explosion made Kabayuan's face pale; a streak of fresh blood flowed from his mouth, and his expression grew extremely gloomy.

Yuan Bai clasped his fist and led the eight people directly out of the main hall onto the platform. This time, they did not use that massive flying ship; instead, a vessel resembling a fishing boat floated in mid-air, swaying left and right occasionally with the wind, as if floating on the surface of water.

Now, he was troubled by his lack of strength; being able to encounter a method to rapidly improve his power, Chen Feng naturally seized it firmly. Besides, this Secret Realm was told to him by Chen Tiannan, so there should not be any great danger.

Luo Tian wanted to cry, but no tears would come out; he could only grip the fire-stoking sword tightly with his hand. The blade cut through Luo Tian's palm, tearing up a patch of bright red flesh.

"Such a powerful aura..." Zheben gripped his twin blades tightly, sweat seeping from his forehead. After many years, seeing the gods and Zao again, he had far surpassed the former him; now, in this posture, he looked truly like a god.