Chapter 110: Xuanwu Pill! Ascend to the Spirit Realm! (Request Subscription)

Amid the excited chatter of the crowd, Long A had unknowingly completed his Foundation Establishment ceremony.

“Wuhu!” With a shout, Long A flipped over and leapt up from his meditative posture.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

He punched the air several times, each strike sending out sharp blasts of wind.

The force of his blows instantly stirred the dust and broken stones on the ground into a chaotic mess.

“Crackling! Crackling…”

The sound of bones and sinews resonating echoed through

“Uh, Ling Chen, what time is it now?” Qian Yu Luo felt he had to change the subject—otherwise, who knew what might happen.

But he had not seen Zheng Chu’s compromise afterward, nor his despair afterward; coupled with Zheng Chu’s subsequent silence, this further chilled Fan Lu’s heart.

Qin Zheng feigned not noticing Hua Rong’s antics, stepping far aside to give Lei Jun and the others room to act.

Yet during the more than a day these three and the Ghost Catchers fought in the Devil’s Triangle, a monumental event had unfolded in the outside world.

Originally, Qian Yu Luo’s strength could never have sealed Ye Si’s power—but the Demon Clan Princess, having lived so long, had been taught methods uniquely effective against the Divine Lord.

After jumping down, he started the car and saw several vehicles speeding out from a nearby corner, driving along the street—likely patrol cars.

I know An Jie doesn’t want to get involved in the Jianghu anymore, and I didn’t pressure her—just told her.

“Besides, I don’t look like a good person.” I said dismissively. Who else would come here to play? This isn’t just play—it’s money spent recklessly. Who with a normal life could afford it? Even though I’ve earned tens of thousands these past few days, I still can’t bring myself to spend it.

Scarlett was surprised by her cousin’s remark; she hadn’t expected Da Keta to say that. Faced with the beef offered by Wang Xuan Yuan, she didn’t know whether to open her mouth or not.

After returning to the office building, the messenger relayed Nibron’s words verbatim to Maladiz and the surrounding British colonial aristocrats, who turned pale with fear upon hearing them.

Everything looked calm—yes, calm, and nothing else.

Li Zhicheng discovered their area was severely lacking in medicine—a problem with no solution, since all armed factions were partially blockaded by government troops, and this region, deep inland, made smuggling nearly impossible.

If the soul was inherently deficient, rebirth would result in congenital defects in the newborn—blindness, muteness, idiocy, and so on.

Everyone was delighted at the prospect of going to Jingdu, but heaven seemed to oppose them: a heavy rain fell that night, lasting three days. The post-apocalyptic thunderstorms made flight impossible, forcing them to wait three extra days in Zheng City.

In the non-Jingdu office, Li Puyu read Stalin’s letter. His heart surged with excitement—but this excitement remained strictly internal. After all, at this moment, both sides were merely in a mutually beneficial alliance.

Night fell, stars dotted the sky, a half-moon hung overhead, and threads of cold air descended, as if chilling the bustling atmosphere of Ze City.

Shi Kunyu naturally knew Xue Hao meant the mysterious figure; a flicker of anger passed through his eyes. He remembered how the mysterious figure had once plunged Ze City into chaos—but thankfully, it had calmed for now.

“Stop it.” Jiang Ciyun’s voice, two words spoken in a tone far deeper than his usual demeanor.

The man stood over two meters tall, powerfully built, clad in gleaming silver-white armor that accentuated his heroic bearing—yet his right arm was missing.

The purple figure paused, turned to look at her. The purple veil hanging from her hood completely obscured her face, leaving her expression unreadable. A light breeze from outside swept her purple skirt, lending her an air of icy, solitary pride.