Chapter 194: Lin Mo

"These are just waste residue—what's there to look at?"

Yin Miaoyan said, somewhat puzzled.

This batch of gang sand contains too many impurities; most are malformed and even unidentifiable as any specific ore.

Even if taken back for smelting, the cost-to-benefit ratio is too low.

Therefore, sword cultivators refer to these gang sand as "waste," useful only as mementos with no real value.

Lin Mo did not answer her question, only smiled.

All those who arrived wore black robes, ignoring the people of Tianxian Manor, quietly observing the battle that had just occurred—such a battle could only have been waged by a Earth Sovereign-level cultivator.

The teacher was found, the children were found, but the driver responsible was never located.

All four remaining aerospace carriers in the metropolis lifted off, opening their cargo bays alongside AA's carrier and activating their tractor beams to draw in the neatly arranged combat machines on the ground.

Ji Bieqing sighed: "Once one becomes a cultivator, one is no longer a mortal—lifespan differs, power differs, and one can effortlessly accomplish what mortals cannot; in a sense, they are an entirely new race."

He rubbed chicken and rabbit with seasoning, marinated them for fifteen minutes, skewered them on pre-prepared branches, and set them on a rack to roast.

An elderly bald man, his body shriveled by age, standing barely over one meter sixty, walked out slowly, leaning on a cane.

After handling the Jie tribe matters, Zhao Bin's heavy burden lifted completely; Guo Yu led the Yanmen Garrison troops and their spoils away from Yan City.

At two in the afternoon, Jiang Li'er underwent pre-surgery checks at the hospital; Jin Chenhan, suspicious she might be faking, sent Chen Sheng to monitor her closely, especially during her nocturnal wandering examination.

"Don't say that—we've already achieved our goal, after all. We were allies once," Sun Jack said with a grin.

Precisely because of this, he knew just how astonishing the number of spirit stones required to set up an array truly was.

The beggar said: "Sir probably doesn't recognize him, but he knew you've come here. Are you truly surnamed Fang?"

As Cao Zinuo and the others entered, Huai Kong's voice rang out calmly—he knew why they had kept him, and naturally intended to demonstrate his expertise.

Compared to the pirates aboard Thomas's ship, the navy, having never experienced combat and only ever performed drills, were as fragile as tofu—appearing fine on the surface, yet shattering at the slightest touch.

"Crack!" The blood wolf's cup shattered on the floor; after a momentary freeze, he spun around and dashed into the inner room.

This was still the result of Wang Bai holding back—if he had used his full strength, that single kick would have instantly killed Lu Mingjun. But his purpose here was only to exchange techniques, to further test his combat proficiency and perhaps learn something new.

Ye Qian sat there, seemingly unaware that her skirt had ridden up from the chair; Xia Feng's gaze flickered slightly and caught sight of the half-exposed, snow-white, rounded buttocks—a lush, alluring sight that stirred in Xia Feng an urge to reach out and caress them.

To go out alone for an interview right after starting an internship—such practical opportunities were rare. The editor-in-chief felt the girl had strong ambition and nodded, approving her self-recommendation.

"Regretful that we never held our wedding; fortunate that we die together," Mao Yue Xiyuan said to Yueguang Jifeng, her gaze tender enough to turn tempered steel into soft thread.

After lunch, Long Tianchen lay in bed, tossing and turning with no sleepiness, making the bedframe creak incessantly with "thump-thump" sounds.