Chapter 109: Foundation Establishment Complete

"Sit upright with the upper dantian, steady and unmoving.

Relaxed, still, empty, and calm, cultivate the Great Elixir Art.

Do not tightly bridge the heavenly bridge; do not stare with wide eyes.

Embrace the Hetu at your navel; relax your entire body.

Listen to the stringless qin; do not hear the sound of your breath…"

A series of mysterious Daoist texts echoed in Lin Mo’s heart.

Under the radiant light of the Dao’s aura, he felt warmth suffusing his body.

Gradually, this warmth seeped inward, flowing…

"Boom!" Thunder arrived first; Jia Yang’s punch slammed the black dragon’s head back several zhang.

Qian Zhongze was startled—Lin Jue was indeed sharp; what was happening in his own establishment matched his words exactly: one disfigured, one refusing clients, threatening suicide by disfigurement—as if he had witnessed it firsthand.

"Your Majesty, this old minister has come to discuss matters with you regarding the north." Lü Zhongtian replied solemnly.

According to Qin Fang’s account: Liu Feiyang learned the reason Zhang Xiao’e went to Měiguó, got off the vehicle, contemplated during the journey, and decided to kill Sun Lei.

If Ling Ji used the Nine Yuan Mirror to cultivate, the qi within her body would continuously maintain a balance of consumption and replenishment, making the process of acupoint qi generation far clearer and more visible—this was the best outcome Sun Fei could achieve under current circumstances.

With a sharp arrow whistle piercing the silent night, A Xia beside me cried out in pain; the jade hand clasped with mine instantly slipped away. I panicked, spun around, dropped to the ground, shielded her, and hastily checked her injuries.

In the IV room, Sun Fei was swamped with work; fortunately, the nurses weren’t as mercenary as Xu Mo—they were grateful for Sun Fei’s help.

Of the thirty-seven disciples of Qiudao Sect who found partners among the Yan clan, the total ore consumed from the Zhen Ding was not excessive, but several rare minerals were nearly depleted. No choice: they had to give the bride price—what the bride’s family urgently needed—and these were precisely the minerals the Zhen Ding and Suìyuè Dao required.

"Big Boss, if I just flick my finger, you’re done. You’ve seen my Wangba box pistol—it can blast a bloody hole through your belly." Lin Jue smiled.

Liu Feiyang had spoken all along in a calm tone, but upon hearing Ma Han’s words, he felt a pang of sorrow—he would surely uncover the true mastermind behind turning An Ran into a vegetable. It wasn’t Ma Han… then who could it be?

"If you’re determined to leave, Xia Na will follow you. Go, both of you—don’t care about this place anymore, please? I beg you!" Aimi said.

At this moment, there was no wind. No rain. Only hot tears, streaming from swollen eyes. This was the tear of a broken heart. The tear of despair. Recalling Xiao Yan’s message, recalling her mother’s tone just now—I understood: this was no lie. It had truly happened.

"Langye Immortal Realm" is a labyrinth dungeon, located far from the continent. It’s said this fellow flew for three days and three nights after sailing out to find this treasure. Now, with coordinates, even flying straight there nonstop takes nearly two days—truly a headache.

The soldier, seeing Wei Qing had noticed Qimu Ge, realized his presence was no longer needed. He silently bowed to Wei Qing and withdrew.

"When did you learn to pickpocket?" Chu Xunyu walked beside the west wing, drew his long sword, and assumed a ready stance before the door.

Watching Hongyu’s back, Wang Er’s lips twitched. He let out a soft grunt and rose to leave the secret chamber.

Li Diya was about to explain, but Qi Fei immediately raised his hand to stop her, then yanked her aside.

He deliberately stressed the word "after." Hearing Sun Yingjiu’s words, Lin Dong was left speechless. Only a sincere man’s joke could truly kill you—and right now, he truly had no grounds to blame him.