Chapter 183: One Hundred Thousand Spirit Stones

The Sword Academy disciples in the main hall had never been so confused.

Who was eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling? Who was heartless? Who the hell owed you hard-earned money!?

"Is it that group of handyman disciples causing trouble?"

Someone said in astonishment.

"They wouldn't dare!"

He Fei said with a cold face.

Give that group of handyman disciples ten guts, and they wouldn't dare to make trouble so arrogantly at the gate of the Sword Academy.

Chu Wange didn't seem like that kind of person, so that left only one answer—

The physical fitness of cultivators from the Otherworld Beast Race, no matter how strong, could not be stronger than powerful Immortal Cultivators. After all, they were not even on the same level. Immortal cultivation and cultivation always had a very, very large gap.

Most of the Flower family elders present nodded, agreeing with Hua Zangfeng's words. In their view, Shen Hao coming to Huacheng was throwing himself into the net, seeking death.

"I only hate myself for harming Ruoqi, and I never dared to tell you, fearing you would no longer love me. But I didn't know, you never loved me in the first place." Cheng Yanzhong had never cried so painfully.

Luo Wusheng maintained her shocked face. She was thinking that if it were placed in the modern era where she lived, perhaps this shocked face could still be made into an expression pack.

There were many types of energy factors in the world. The Saint Realm's cultivation techniques could only absorb and refine a few of them, turning them into origin power; all other energy factors were rejected.

Han Huaiyi looked at Chang Xing resentfully. "Didn't I just tell you that there might not be one in a hundred who can refine pills? There is one of us who can refine them. Do you think I can?"

Ye Xuan looked up, seeing Wang Batian's thoughts very clearly, but he didn't speak. These things were not for him to speak about.

Although Su Mu's face was calm, there was a cold glint in his narrowed eyes; he must also have a feeling of being toyed with.

Even if the Saint Realm had another great purge, even if he wiped out the four great clans and eight great families, he could still keep the Saint Realm stable and keep the vampires and werewolves from acting rashly.

The moment the card landed, Titan directly extended his heavy anchor, and with a 'slap', hooked the card, then used a basic attack to fiercely fix the card in place.

And the man in the middle behind her stared at Ye Qingmei from beginning to end, a dangerous cold glint surging in his eyes.

But in fact, as long as this combination was made public by Wang Kai, then basically there would be no secrets to speak of. It was just that learning this combination was easy; how to combine it with tactics was not something ordinary people could know.

However, Tianxuan ignored them. He wasn't good at mobilizing these people to fight, and he reckoned they wouldn't listen either.

His heart was in a mess at this moment. Looking at Lin Hua's back as she resolutely followed Su Changle away, he actually felt some reluctance and some hesitation in his heart.

Ye Feng sang a song of hegemony, put away the magic flute, his whole body's hair fluttering, standing in mid-air, hands behind his back, his gaze looking proudly at the firmament.

But at this moment, Ye Chang'an only felt his scalp tingling. Shame, shock, joy, nervousness, and other complex emotions were all intertwined. Because of the psychological changes, even the exposed skin was trembling.

Mao Qianzhizhu was noncommittal to his disciple's question. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a cyan-colored face, and a sharp-angled face. Although he had shaved off his mustache, the gloom and killing aura still couldn't be hidden.

The crystal floated above the sand wolf's head. Once this crystal appeared, the red light cluster on the head was weakened a lot in an instant, as if it had encountered something very dangerous, ejecting instantly and increasing the distance from the sand wolf.

At this time, her wound was already healing. Although it still looked a bit ferocious, it didn't need to be bandaged. Exposing it to keep the wound ventilated made it easier to heal.

He said he would let himself go challenge these cultivators and monsters; he certainly wouldn't let him go to his death for no reason.

The man finally agreed to let her go, turned, and walked into his room. As his burly figure gradually disappeared into the crack of the door, Tong Xinyan heard the 'click' of the lock. ===== CHAPTER 184 =====