Chapter 125

Spirit Cultivation Valley, Cave 404.

When Lin Mo returned laden with packages, he saw a new group of people gathered at the entrance to his cave.

They wore the same green Daoist robes, but the insignias on their chests were different.

As he drew near, he heard Shan Er-san's voice:

"Brother Xiang, we agreed on the material prices—why change them now?"

The man across from him, Xiang Lei, replied coolly: "Material prices have risen recently; I have no…"

Zhou Yi and the strategist slowly entered the tunnel, which branched in all directions and retained many lingering scents—antimites relied on scent to navigate, but Zhou Yi and his companions had brought flashlights, turning the complex scent maze into an ordinary passage.

After he seized Xicheng, the Qin army rushed westward and failed to search the surrounding areas, giving Lu Zhi and others a chance to escape.

She suddenly felt icy limbs and overwhelming fear—even as the crowd hastily built a pyre and bound the "demon" in the center, she remained oblivious.

The cave entrance may lie somewhere inconspicuous, perhaps right beneath your feet. The more searchers there are, the greater the chance of discovery.

The chaos on the city wall ended only after Lu Tang finished securing the opposite section and arrived here.

The man sat down beside Lin Miao, lifted the piano lid, and playfully performed a short piece in front of her—his fingers long and his technique clearly refined.

More than a month later, in the training grounds of Palermo, the Sicilian army had assembled.

In this era, filming films with homosexual themes is considered "progressive," speaking for minorities.

Hearing his elder brother's rapid-fire questions, Adil's eyes suddenly brightened. He nodded slowly, revealing a look of sudden understanding, astonished that his brother knew every inch of the kingdom's land—but then he relaxed, realizing it was only natural.

In her forgotten memories, there must have been many important people—not just He Han… What else had she forgotten? She longed to know.

Mo Ruxue thrust her spear at Wu Qiyun, who did not activate the Ghost Shadow Pacing Technique. Wu Qiyun let out a roar, and his body glowed with a burst of golden light.

She stood up, face pale with rage, and walked straight out. He Meng and He Wangshi hurried to support her, and several senior family members followed.

Human factions were complex: some were organized sects like Wanliu Sect, others were loose alliances of cultivators. Haizhou's remote location, far from the human-divine border, meant few wars erupted between humans and sea folk. The overall environment was peaceful—an ideal place for seclusion.

After a barbarian youth was swatted away by a Great Earth Barbarian Bear, the barbarian elder on the arena called out the next contestant's name.

Over these two years, he had truly been unhappy. Whenever anyone spoke kindly to him, he unconditionally forgave them—but that forgiveness never included Mu Qiqi.

After days of searching, Li Yiyi finally found a suitable house—well, strictly speaking, it wasn't a house at all, but an abandoned lighthouse.

The radio calisthenics routine was done twice, then came the free-form drills, formation marching, and shouted slogans—words Bai Miao could never bring herself to say.

What began as a simple test had turned into a family drama, albeit with a convoluted plot—but the outcome was highly satisfying: the armor struck by the heavy axe bore not even a scratch. Clearly, as long as one didn't act recklessly in the wild, one could practically walk with impunity.

Relying solely on tea rituals, repeating the same few gestures over and over, won't work—no one can live on tea alone.

"When the power within you is unlocked, it means you've encountered an unprecedented crisis—and I will awaken with you. But you are not the predicted Dark Mystification; you've undergone a demonic mystification intensified by racial rejection and amplified killing instinct! I've never seen such power before."