Chapter 327: White Bodhi Seed! The Immortal Alliance

The next day.

When Lin Mo and the others woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.

By the time Nan Gong woke up, it was nearly noon.

When he staggered out of his room, exhausted, he found everyone either practicing stance drills and sword forms or already eating lunch.

As the one with the highest cultivation base in the team, he was the last to rise.

Nan Gong Yichen's expression flickered with slight embarrassment; he cleared his throat and said, "Young Master, you're wrong here."

Xu Miao heard this and immediately sensed something was off—this Lü family knew Xu Liang couldn't be controlled, so they'd sent him to testify falsely in court; in all ages, giving false testimony was a crime.

In this era, people had no access to the conveniences of later times; undergarments could only be tied with cloth straps, and outer pants were fastened with leather belts.

Ahead lay a crossroads; Liu Mengyao saw the traffic light's countdown timer—though it was red, only a few seconds remained. She resolved to sprint across.

"Since your attitude's decent, I'll tell you—go to the Bagua Array where the demon horn's skull was sealed, dig down into the ground there, and you'll find it naturally." Yu Ye sneered.

"The second half began, yet it felt like a replay of the first half—everything returned to square one, with Perugia's players pressing Chiesa hard into their own half," Huang Jian commented.

When the familiar planet appeared on the observation screen, Luo Yi and his group could hardly believe it—they had actually returned.

Only upon entering the kitchen did I realize how powerful a novice could be—it was a complete mess; I won't even attempt to describe it further.

Strong conviction sustained Bai Lan; even if she died here, she would seize any chance to grow stronger.

Knowing the demon beast's regenerative power was extreme, Xu Lin did not dare delay. Holding his long sword, he unleashed a flash of icy blade light, his entire body's yuan energy blazing like fire; he split the beast in two, stepped through empty air, and landed beside Luo Yu.

He still felt puzzled, so he kicked Wang Li—but found she didn't respond at all.

The diamond-shaped blood table before him was the very one they had used for their earlier gamble.

When Zhang Mingliang said he had matters to attend to, even Zhang Zhipeng, who was usually close to him, immediately frowned; the others, needless to say, all wore faces of deep suffering.

Yi Tian's soul ring fusion had reached its final stage; seeing his inner soul force and blood qi stabilize, Huang Ying let out a long breath of relief.

Their aggressive attacks failed to score, and instead, at the 69th minute, Cheng Hai delivered another fatal blow.

Without any external aid, having just awakened, he could effortlessly slay a century-old soul beast—a species of exceptional power.

The mysterious lord's expression turned stunned, then his eyes burned as he stared at the deep blue flower in Lin Xudong's hand.

Gek gek gek gek: Feels like another burst coming—recovering one spiritual level per month? This is practically divine medicine! Who wouldn't want it?

This was Yi Tian's honest thought; after that wave of fear, an indescribable sense of exhilaration surged through him.

Through scientists' research, this element not only harms no human but can be absorbed by them; humans absorb it through normal breathing, and this element greatly enhances the human body.

The danger of slaves is immense—anyone in the know understands. After the mighty Xiongnu were defeated by Emperor Wu of Han, they ultimately surrendered and were sinicized; in ancient eyes, the Xiongnu ceased to exist. For Li Longji and others to believe this was not merely difficult—it was extremely hard.

What happened? I just seemed to hear a wondrous melody in my ear, Chu Yunxi exclaimed.

Qi Tian Sheng sighed helplessly: "Legend says the Xuan Yin Sect was at its peak before the heavenly transformation, when there were many Great Ascension cultivators. Could this Twelve Yin Corpse Forbidden Array even stop a Great Ascension cultivator?"

Until the last prison cart rolled through the gate of Shuntian Prefecture's prison, the mansion's door never opened.

Zheng knelt on the ground, sobbing: "Father, I held them off—the refugees never got close." He Nianqin's timely arrival saved Zheng from disaster.

A da started, quickly retreated, immediately assumed battle stance, and lunged sideways to peck at Jing Feng; the two fierce roosters began their battle.

"If you're not afraid of being implicated, then what's wrong with staying here? I noticed your back courtyard still has several empty rooms," Liao Qing'er clearly intended to reside in the Zhong household—otherwise, how would she know exactly how many rooms were vacant?

Though later generations criticized Shen Shixing as utterly inept, merely a "peacemaker," Zhong Nan discovered his true brilliance only after working alongside him.

Chen Kepeng frequently dealt with the lowest classes, had broad exposure, had heard countless tales of political struggles, and thus understood the depths of human malice.

They were merely a batch of bandit prisoners—not their comrades. And since they had no intention of fighting outside the city, leaving the corpses piled there would slow down Liangzhou's advance. Of course, Liangzhou's troops wouldn't bother collecting them; in the end, these bodies would likely be trampled into mud by hooves, absorbed into the earth, and washed away by rain.

Wang Xudong listened to her, dazed; he longed for everything to have never happened—that he had never made that terrible mistake, so he could now laugh and chat normally with Su Wanqi, enjoying her care—but now, nothing could return to how it once was.