Chapter 269: The Sword Cultivator Stream Reemerges

"Lin Mo against Chen Yudi? Hehe, this match is going to be interesting."

Mo Fengqing chuckled, "Both of them are pure cultivation-path practitioners, right?"

Yan Nanfeng said, "Chen Yudi is indeed a pure cultivation-path practitioner, but as for this kid Lin Mo… it's uncertain."

Lin Mo is from Luoxing Peak, so he certainly isn't a pure cultivation-path practitioner.

Pure cultivation-path practitioners specialize solely in powerful offensive Dao arts, whether in competition or entering secret realms.

"Serve our Divine Sect, kneel and humbly welcome my presence up the mountain, and I shall spare your lives!" Dongfang Bubai smiled.

Song Yuanqing looked at the bundle handed to him; without asking, he knew the bulging, heavy object was nothing but white silver.

Tuantuan grew angrier by the moment—these three men were all big pork feet!! Without another word, she leapt straight up and kicked Sun Wukong square in the face.

This medicine can temporarily suppress Xia Shu's malevolence, but after its effect fades, it intensifies his rage even more; using it once won't be noticed, but it gradually creates dependence, and over years it will drive a person utterly mad.

Sun Wukong didn't look at Tianpeng; his gaze was fixed entirely on Tuantuan—nothing else in the world deserved his attention.

Meeting her gaze, Jiang Huoshui smiled faintly. He Xi froze, then broke eye contact first and turned to speak with Xia Zhuo; soon after, Xia Zhuo's gaze also turned toward her.

He carefully applied the ointment he'd made to Song Xinyi's eyes, then wrapped them with gauze—his movements were effortlessly skilled, just as he claimed, coming from a medical family.

Ying Zheng arrived at Jicheng, the capital of Qin-Yan Road, accompanied by Bai Qi, Xue Ren Gui, Qi Jiguang, Xue Yao, Lu Yuyan, Qi Lü Aduo'er, and five hundred Snow Wolf Berserkers, and successfully joined forces with Dongfang Bubai and his thirty Divine Demons.

When the roasting was nearly done, Chu Yang picked up one and took a bite—immediately his face twisted into a bitter gourd.

Ling Jin shouted toward the sky, and suddenly a white figure shot down like a bolt of lightning; yet neither Ling Jin nor Qiu Lian showed any sign of surprise—they'd seen this too many times before.

The odds are ten to one—higher than when I fought Li Ran. This Heaven-Earth Fist must make its fortune off this! If so, using me as a tool… they really don't care if they hurt themselves.

With nothing better to do, Long Xin Yue leapt onto a tree and lay down, slowly closing her beautiful eyes and falling asleep.

But the moment he opened his mouth, a hand clamped over it, forcing it shut—the palm was like an iron clamp, welded firmly over the businessman's lips.

"This… is the safety issue we must consider carefully." Mingyue thought long and hard; the only drawback she could recall was this safety concern.

The large stone ball in the center of the arena had been moved aside; the smoke-shaped figure stopped walking at its former position, and the hem and cuffs of its trench coat suddenly tightened.

The girls at the nightclub were tempting—each one flaunted her seduction, barely short of stripping off her clothes and crawling onto your bed.

Wei Zixian paused here, then took a step forward, "But there must be a strategy to how we seize it—do we all rush in like we're shopping at the market? So I say, anyone below the Second-Rank realm, don't bother joining in—you won't get the manual, and you'll just waste your life."

"Probably." You can't say too definitively at this point—it's time to pull back slightly.

The next day, before dawn, Jiang Chaoyang woke up. He stared blankly at his blanket for a while, then sighed helplessly.

The military expedition to explore the ruins consisted of twenty-one men, each a Martial Master-level spiritual cultivator.