Chapter 120: The Sword Platform! The Sword Cultivators

Diao Youcai never expected that Lin Mo, who had just ascended yesterday, would already have done something “major” today.

Burned down the Purple Bamboo Grove on the second day, and cleared a thousand Purple Bamboo Snakes in just half a day?

This progress is even faster than Chu Wange’s!

Diao Youcai looked at the cloth sack on the table, finally confirming that the man had indeed burned down the Purple Bamboo Grove.

Otherwise, how could he have so much material?

He quickly nodded and said:

She dazedly accepted the imperial decree, remembering only something about maintaining relations, peace, and great righteousness.

This Great Abyss is bottomless; even the Dragon Clan that controls the Northern Sea regards it as a forbidden zone, dare not approach.

Tang Zangyue still has her own affairs unfinished—how could she make house calls? She’s lucky to treat a few critical cases each month.

At this time, Bu Guo was still naive; she saw hope and immediately agreed… but she never imagined that her hard work brought her no reward whatsoever.

“Beast Father? What’s wrong with him?” Lang Yu knew that only those sick, lacking appetite, or with weak digestive systems needed to drink white porridge.

Old Lady Wang was furious—she would scold even her own son born from her womb. But scolding aside, under the village chief’s gaze, she dared not prolong or throw a tantrum over a human life; she took the old woman to find sugar and eggs.

Financial management comes in many forms: some tied to one’s own territory, others to neighboring territories, even some spanning the entire continent.

Hai Yun’s face turned grim; he gripped the blade with both hands, crouched low, then spun sharply and slashed—a golden arc of blade light tore through the wind, slicing toward the stone platform on the right.

The Dinghai Pearl’s divine power was invincible; under the radiance of its five-colored brilliance, mountains and great peaks within ten thousand li shattered instantly—those closer turned directly to dust, and the wind blew the towering peaks down like falling sand.

He picked up the phone; by that era, mobile phones had become lighter than the old-style "big brothers," and for convenience, everyone had one paired for outings—Lin Ke picked up the phone and dialed, demanding why he wasn’t home yet so late.

I twisted hard, shoved him away, eyes wary, but he was breathing heavily, his pupils red.

Zhen Ansheng truly dared not speak to Shu Ye—he hadn’t spoken a word for nearly a day, didn’t dare sit near Shu Ye in class, as if there were a boundary line, crossing it meant death, so he stayed far away.

After all, no matter how noble her status, she was merely an external minister; the Eighth Princess was the true imperial bloodline.

Shang Bing led the two with torches to Lin Ke’s former location but found nothing; he glanced deeper into the forest, dared not continue searching, and hurried back with his men to the cave entrance.

Man Yu, though wary of Duan Sandao, did not lessen his aura one bit—he remained fiercely dominant.

When the east turned pale with dawn, the orange-red sunrise spilled into the room, and the group had already fallen into utter despair.

Last night, he had to buy tickets and prepare things—he must have slept very late; today he woke early to pick her up—he must be exhausted.

After one night, when she awoke, her husband was watching over her, her son sleeping beside her.

My mother sat on the ground and started cursing, hurling every filthy word without restraint. I didn’t care—I kept walking forward.

Many mouths gaped wide into perfect O-shapes; they had assumed this was an unequal fight—a quasi Great Soul Master against a Title-Engraved Dou Luo—and believed death was certain.

You know, centipedes rarely grow beyond a few meters; to reach eleven or twelve meters—how many years would that take?

I just wanted to stop, but neither of them would let me go; after a moment of shock, I no longer cared—I waited until someone shouted Wang Yuanji and Wang Lichuan’s names, then the three of us tumbled together on the ground, limbs tangled.