Chapter 352: The Demon Cultivator Rises? Kill Them All Clean! (Requesting Monthly Votes)

In the courtyard.

Lin Mo divided most of the fire essences into two portions—one for Chu Wange, one for Long A—and warned them:

"If you reach a certain point in your cultivation, you can pause. You don't have to consume all of these fire essences."

"Don't forget—we haven't cleared the next stage of the Pure Yang Sacred Realm in the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb!"

His implication was that these fire essences might be saved until they obtained the third-tier Pure Yang Heart Scripture.

Since Zhang Han and the imperial emissaries would kill Liu Dayuan and Gongyu Wu and others the next day, Gongsun Jian had to consider altering his original plan and acting sooner. But he feared it might be a trap designed to capture him and his men all at once—after all, three thousand Zhou Kingdom soldiers were stationed in Linshui County.

In this brutal, survival-of-the-fittest end-world, anyone with such selfless spirit had long since perished.

Xiao Yingying said softly, "We stayed here last night, so we know." She recalled how tightly she'd clung to Cloud of Shangguan last night, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Nangong Po burst into loud laughter: "Hahahaha! Who here isn't tempted by the mysterious Bailing Fu?!" The men in the hall each fell into thought; those who claimed indifference were mostly lying. If any believed they could defeat Nangong Po, they'd have seized him already—why wait till now?

In fact, this wasn't entirely because he liked Dong Tiantian; more deeply, it stemmed from rebellion against his family during his teenage years.

Zhong Weiliang pressed and pulled hard against the bedframe, making it sway back and forth—hotel beds were always wooden, and even slight movement produced creaking sounds.

Dahei glanced at Long Jianfei but said nothing; yet from his eyes, it was clear he had tacitly approved.

"Slap! Slap! Slap…" The room was silent except for the crisp sound of the ruler striking flesh. Cheng Yan bit his right thumb, silently counting each strike—each one made him wince in pain. Though only twenty strokes, the punishment still made Cheng Yan stomp his foot in agony.

The sect master of Yun Sect is the most mysterious among all sects. He took over leadership only about a century ago, yet he single-handedly pulled Yun Sect back from the brink of annihilation to its current status.

Yuan Chengcheng studied Wu Hou with interest, wondering how such an adorable little brother had entered the competition. His frame looked quite strong.

The hospital door creaked open as the doctor from last night walked in.

Su Yunting opened the door and, as expected, saw Bai Xinyue and Lan Leyao hugging each other, weeping bitterly.

The remaining eight attacks could severely wound eight Great Luo Immortals, but the Buddhist sect now has far more than eight Great Luo Immortals left—and there may be even more hidden ones lurking in the shadows.

The old dragon woman in the temple had always told him this was to prevent his own destiny from clashing with Gu Shiyan's, so she deliberately weakened his body and fate.

Looking out at the farm, he noticed weeds had grown again beside the crops, and insects had infested the plants.

Perhaps the heat-distribution stone is near the pillar mine, but the affected area extends into the nearby coal mine zone—no receiving devices were placed there.

Zhao Chunjuan sneered inwardly: That fool Liang Qiu really thinks naming someone "Funiu" means they're blessed?

Some substances can each fulfill their own function—like acid and alkali—but when combined, they neutralize and destroy each other.

Upon learning the dragon clan was training aquatic creatures, he silently shook his head—he didn't believe it for a second.

You're the ones with faulty eyes, Gu Xingyu silently retorted in his mind. He rose angrily and went upstairs to his room.

The young man found it novel—he'd never before been asked to cast a fortune for himself. This old woman was strange, her origins unknown. If she said this, she must be an extraordinary person.