Chapter 100: Is He a Pawn or a Grind King

【Ding! You have invested 100 merit points into the divine ability “Five Spirit Body,” gaining +40 experience (10 × 40%).】

【Five Spirit Body: 6350 → 8800】

With the final merit point invested into the panel, Lin Mo finally exhausted all the merit he had accumulated over these days, and the enhancement was substantial.

His experience bar had risen by over two thousand points!

At this rate, it would take less than three days for his 【Five

“Li Ziyang, I’m taking Mom out for a bit—you get a cab home yourself,” Xia Ziyue said.

He looked up and saw a cold, moonlit blade flash—next second, the world spun wildly… Huh? That headless corpse’s clothing looked familiar.

At the supermarket, after parking, Su Nian stepped out smiling, about to turn and say something to Yi Lin, when her hand grew hot—she hissed, her expression pained.

Using a powerful magnetic burst, he disrupted the magnetic fields generated by surrounding spiritual beings, forcing them to briefly escape from the alternate dimension.

The man took a few steps, then stopped, his thick brows furrowed, his eyes filled with complex emotion as he turned back.

This was Qin Ping’s first reaction after being jolted by pain—dreams never brought pain, yet this pain was terrifyingly real.

Only the Immortal Jade saved him; otherwise, anyone else pouring such relentless effort would have either collapsed from exhaustion or fallen gravely ill.

Still, he had full confidence in his mirror image—or rather, in his Divine Path.

With just a few words, His Majesty preserved both dignity and face; most importantly, with military funds strained, how could the Son of Heaven beg his ministers for money? Someone had to break the ice, become the first to act.

So his father really had been captured by the Sea Clan—held captive all these years, surely enduring terrible torment.

Fifty thousand years of waiting, thirty thousand years of merit—yet all it earned him was a shattered soul and scattered spirit.

But when Yang Jian heard the Sky Lord speak his name in that familiar tone, he froze—how did this man know him? Had he investigated him? Yang Jian had killed fox people who served this man; suddenly, unease stirred within him.

This approach carried risk, as Bai Ye still did not understand the mutant’s movement speed or destructive capability.

Yun Zhongzi was startled—he hadn’t expected this news to strike Lei Zhenzi so hard. He felt a pang of guilt; he shouldn’t have delivered the blow so bluntly—he should have chosen his words more carefully.

“Dragon beast?” Qing Qing murmured. The term was new—she had never heard it before.

“They’re…?” Xi Ge Ti gasped. She’d been curious who helped evade the helicopter’s bird missile earlier, but now she learned two such “people” accompanied Su Zhan? Even in the Xi family, they’d never appeared.

He Lian’s expression turned grim—time was now critical for them.

“Heh, don’t be nervous,” Lan Lin’er smiled, lips curled, radiating charm. Mu Qing was momentarily stunned; Chen Hao, the pig, was even worse.

Yin Tianchou dared not slacken—he stabilized his spiritual soul, refining the wild power surging back from the wings. After all, beasts were beasts; even with full preparation, the beast’s power within the wings was not easily subdued.

The black-clad man was helpless—this plan had been foolproof, but the opponent was a “wealthy man,” seemingly never short of cash, rich enough to spend it on buying stones to play with. As the saying went: “Rich men act on whim; poor men submit to fate.” The foolproof plan died on account of “money.”

A furious curse rang out behind him, a voice like ice that sent a chill through Lu Tian’s body.

The three Divine Ability Venerables carefully scanned the surroundings of Huoli Mountain, their spiritual senses sweeping heaven and earth, searching for the spiritual beast’s secret realm on Huoli Island.