Chapter 112: First Steps on Spirit Pill Peak! The Senior Disciple of the Pill Academy!

Zhuang Weiwang was surprised: “Lin Mo, you truly have great fortune—already favored by immortal spirits upon entering the Spirit Realm.”

Though not labeled a Fate-Blessed Child, his fortune value has at least surpassed a hundred…

Lin Mo traced his finger along the smooth belly of the steamed bun frog, then turned and smiled.

“Sister Zhuang, what did you say this little thing does again?”

Zhuang Weiwang explained:

“Immortal spirits come in many forms, each with different functions.”

The unaccustomed Shen Tu Hao Yu stepped back, its childish voice responding with a hint of displeasure.

Just as Qin Feng’s fist neared the old turtle, the dazed turtle’s eyes suddenly sharpened, its aura surging forth.

These thoughts passed swiftly; the Emperor paid them little mind, instead turning his thoughts back to the Qi family.

This morning, Hong Dan changed her attire again, rode horseback for over ten miles, circling from the outskirts of the East City all the way to the north.

Using the door as cover for Ming Xi, she herself was unaware of how devastatingly beautiful she looked at this moment.

He knew his actions were dishonorable, but compared to the lives of millions in Fujian, whether he acted with integrity mattered little.

“So I only accept water spirits from legitimate sources—those gained through illicit means, I refuse outright. I don’t want Uncle to beat me.” Ming Xi deliberately glanced toward Bei Qiyun, making him look guilty, then continued smiling.

As Yang Ke and the others stepped out of the car, the villa’s gate opened, and Ginóbili emerged in his pajamas, barefoot, his thinning hair messy, utterly casual.

The R Kingdom’s princess—the Princess Elisa, whose name flooded last year’s news—she hadn’t even thought of this.

Leaving aside other matters, the rumors spread so widely that even Double Joy Eunuch, prompted by Empress Zhang, casually mentioned it to the Emperor a few times.

“Fine. If you prove yourself, I’ll reluctantly accept you as my dog.” Ye Fanchen smiled faintly, carelessly.

As soon as she touched the bed’s edge, Yi Zhiyuan’s large hand reached out, gripping her waist and pulling hard.

By then, whether it’s something truly ‘soul-awakened’ or something else entirely, it will be clear at a glance.

During this time, she asked Lin Qian many questions about the Immortal Realm, especially how to convert spiritual power into immortal energy.

She simply didn’t feel like arguing with Wei Liang, but wanted him to shut up, so she staged this little scene.

When she stepped out again, seeing Qian Mama, she forced a smile and walked past her.

Everyone stared—the figures inside were entangled on the carpet beside the Eight Immortals table, lost to heaven and earth.

Looking again at Song Bing now, their bodies trembled; they lacked even the courage to meet his gaze.

Inside the spacious, high-class meeting hall, nearly everyone present were top-tier Western medical experts.

If these knights had any sense, they’d have ridden away long ago—even if escape wasn’t guaranteed, they wouldn’t be fighting the Vampire King head-on like this.

Hiddink stood on stage, flushed with triumph, delivering his ‘brilliant’ speech, while the players were equally ecstatic, hugging each other, laughing and teasing as if victory were already theirs.

The demonic blood, sensing its host’s body beginning to collapse, spontaneously began repairing it.

“Yes, yes! Confess!” Someone bold joined Shu Zifu’s suggestion, stirring up the crowd.

Bubble suddenly leaned over, whispering mysteriously: “You’re planning to smuggle those stones, right? Next time, be sure to call me.”

The new abilities gained upon reaching the High-Level Ability Domain are crucial, but the various derived abilities they spawn must not be overlooked—they often assist the new abilities, achieving perfect optimization.