Chapter 322: The Great Omen Has Arrived! (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

The art of controlling paper dolls?

Nan Gong Yi Chen stared blankly for a long time before finally reacting, lifting his head to gaze at the dense sea of paper dolls inside the cabin.

But how could there be so many paper dolls?

Controlling paper dolls requires not only spiritual energy but also mental focus—it's no simple task.

Even a Golden Core cultivator specializing in talismans can control only a limited number of paper dolls.

So that's what the so-called ten "body cultivators" really meant!

Suddenly

Bright red blood trailed from the corner of his mouth, staining his white thin robe—a sight that sent a chill through anyone who saw it.

PS: Sorry, my father was suddenly hospitalized, so the update is delayed until tonight. I don't even know what time I'll update tomorrow—don't rush me, I'll try my best.

Perhaps people are forgetful, forgetting that once, in the second day of the second lunar month, Zhu Yuanzhang insisted on tilling the fields despite the snow, repeatedly declaring that auspicious snow foretold a bountiful harvest. No one questioned why, this year, merely a downpour had halted the tilling.

For Ye Xiangchen to absorb the Iron Tree Silver Flower into his dantian, he must rely on these elixirs, so he prepared to first brew these elixirs, waiting for the right moment to absorb the Iron Tree Silver Flower into his dantian.

Meanwhile, in the United States, the investigation into the shadowy masterminds behind the scenes had made new progress.

If the bottom had a gap, water would inevitably flow toward it; if the lower space were large enough, it might even drain the entire channel dry. But in reality, the water level remained virtually unchanged, calm and still, showing no sign of vigorous flow.

Last night, cold air swept southward, causing temperatures to plummet. The weather forecast said it had dropped to zero degrees—this winter, at last, arrived with claws and fangs, just as I had feared.

"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince has already left. May I serve you to rest?" Hu Fei, seeing Lin Tianya still propping his temple with his hand, eyes closed, and noticing the torrential rain outside, finally summoned the courage to approach and urge him.

Xu Sheng's face flickered with anger upon hearing Ye Xiangchen's words, but after the anger passed, there was no rebuttal.

All reason, all calmness in the face of any situation, had been utterly discarded.

Due to the previous clash, Jiang Feng had sustained numerous injuries; his white robe was now torn beyond repair.

Peng Liang charged forward with ferocious force, fists clenched like hammers, the air cracking with thunderous booms—any ordinary person struck by such a blow would suffer severe injury, if not death.

"Stop! Don't move!" Just as Jiang Feng was pondering whether he should find a place to investigate what world he had arrived in, sudden warnings rang out behind him.

Whether due to the lack of affection from Zhou Laohan and Zhao Shi, Zhou Changcun was spurred on—since then, he spent every day working and practicing calligraphy and rehabilitation. His body gradually improved; at home, he could now slowly walk while holding onto his waist, though he still couldn't go far.

The number of Ancient Orchid Fruits Yang Ye had consumed had dwindled so low that the concentrated fragrance of the remaining fruits no longer affected him at all.

As the beast's master, all of Sikong Elder's orders were to be obeyed unconditionally by the Tai Xuan Turtle.

But Yu Wu Zi's face was as youthful as a maiden's, his voice loud and clear, showing not a trace of aging—how could he be so old?

As they thought this, the others continued sighing, their eyes fixed on Feng Qingyin's, filled with deep regret.

Zhou Ziyi didn't overthink it—she simply got into bed, blew out the lamp, and pulled the quilt over herself.

The thought of this gave Xu Rongfei a headache: taking Ning Fan home for dinner? That would be inviting a wolf into the house.

Qian Shuishui had already experienced this coldness—they hadn't kicked her while she was down, merely shown distant kinship. So if they treated her this way, she wouldn't treat them well either; they were never close to begin with, and at critical moments, they still avoided her—her own younger brother, hmm.