Chapter 353: Pure Yang Heart Method, Stage Three

He stayed awake all night.

The next morning, Lin Mo appeared before everyone with two massive dark circles under his eyes, startling Long A.

"Brother Lin, what did you do?"

Long A, who had also refined fire essence all night, was refreshed and full of boundless energy.

This was another subtle benefit of the Pure Yang Dao intent—it enhanced vitality.

For instance, Long A had already completed ten rounds of stances before Lin Mo even woke up.

Chu

Lin Feng rode the Flying Rainbow, surging over a ten-thousand-meter mountain, and the scenery before him instantly changed—before his eyes lay a sea of green.

If this were true, then Qin Zhonghai could not only not serve in the imperial court—he would be considered an enemy of the state. As a result, Liu Angtian, Yang Suuguan, Wu Dingyuan, and even his close friend Lu Yun would all regard him as a remnant rebel.

Zhang Jian's expression changed drastically. He had lost his spear and tried to activate his fire affinity, but his wrist was seized; he didn't know what the other had done, yet his spiritual power became completely uncontrollable. Shi Hui slapped his shoulder, and Zhang Jian's face collapsed like a punctured balloon.

Lin Feng stopped. He stared at a giant lying on his back between two peaks, dozens of li ahead.

But he had no better option—Heather and Alba were only thirty-one combined. What could you do with children like them? You couldn't scold them too much; you had to encourage them occasionally.

Li Kafu roared again, and as his voice fell, he had reclaimed his physical body.

Doctors usually didn't keep such items at home, but Hu's mother had a younger brother who was the Public Security Bureau director; occasionally, she treated injured people who couldn't go to hospitals—like undercover cops—and so her medical kit was practically a treasure chest.

"Does Madam mean Bi Jun should follow that carriage?" Shen Bi Jun asked, noticing Shi Hui's gaze fixed on the carriage.

Lin Feng had encountered this before on the Four Symbols Fengyuan Plain—back then, the Life Spirits had directly drained life force from the entire domain; clearly, a Life Spirit also existed within this grand hall.

Better protection helps more new recruits survive to become veterans; the more they see, the steadier their minds become, their hands stop shaking, and their combat effectiveness naturally rises.

The white thug flipped his switchblade, driving the tip deep into his abdomen—the blade vanished to the hilt.

Notably, because Shi Hui was sweet-tongued and skilled at flattery, she was favored more by Crown Princess Cui; by contrast, Wang Mo, though shrewd in strategy, lacked the ability to flatter and thus held a lower position in the Eastern Palace than Shi Hui.

"Since Young Master Ye intends to enter the banking world, we'll cut the formalities." Cao Yao glanced at Zhang Mingtian and nodded in mutual understanding.

"Hello, Wang. I've heard so much about you!" Rexon, the elder of the Gracie brothers, extended his right hand to Wang Lei.

Hegel followed the source of the magic—a snow-white giant wolf, its jaws half-open, another ice spell forming inside its mouth.

Logically, he should have been imprisoned by Xuan Xuan on the Moon of the Thunder Emperor—but now he found himself in a strange secret realm.

Wang Lei's lips twitched; he glanced at Ouyang Ming, silently asking: Where did you find this idiot?

"Whoa!" The stadium erupted in chaos—applause thundered. Everyone spontaneously clapped for the goal. Everyone present had years of football-watching experience; even on TV, they'd never seen such a miraculous, beautiful direct free kick sail straight into the net.

She unleashed her full might, brutally beating the elite palace guards—Shen Chong couldn't stop her even if he tried.

Merchants value profit above all; though the Tong family didn't kick Jiang Quan and the others while they were down, they still joined the betting.