Chapter 359: Discourse on the Dao! The Advanced

Being picked first for this was something Lin Mo had already anticipated.

But he was curious—why was Chang Shun next to him constantly giving him signals?

Lin Mo rose slowly from his cushion, bowed, and said, "Please instruct me!"

As he spoke, he shifted his intent, and a gentle breeze swept in from afar, carrying him lightly onto the Discourse Sword Platform.

"Huh!"

Several people murmured in surprise.

Just this single display of wind control—

Now, the investigation might drag on indefinitely, and Kai Sa couldn't leave Hong Kong. Even a transfer was impossible—if match-fixing was proven, it would be a stain, ending his career.

Mo Qiu took a closer look and saw that Zhu Kui held a red-spotted snake, its body agile, jaws wide open, its crimson tongue flickering as it spat clusters of flame.

Just one glance at the Mars Kid's magic treasure would leave you breathless—not from confusion or ignorance, but from awe, because you recognized it; the shock was indescribable.

In truth, Xia Lan was going mad—she'd wanted to surprise Lin Xuan, but the seal refused to break. Though its cooldown time kept shortening, it had no consistent pattern, so she eventually gave up and simply walked straight into Lin Xuan's room.

Jin Ran opened WeChat, followed the location provided by Di Yuge, entered the hall, and saw its golden splendor dazzling the eyes. As Jin Ran walked deeper, before he even drew near, waves of noise and laughter reached him.

While liquidizing true qi is straightforward, merging the two is extremely perilous; a single misstep could trigger any number of disasters. Yet to break through to the Golden Core realm and condense a Golden Core, it's necessary to fuse the two true qis—otherwise, the foundation cannot ascend. Since ancient times, who has ever heard of a cultivator with two Golden Cores inside their body?

Chu Yan understood this well—it was unavoidable. Human laws wouldn't protect a Husky. Let them research, as long as their findings didn't cross Chu Yan's bottom line.

It was a distant, mysterious place; after Peng Jiamu vanished quietly and Yu Chunshun met his end there, it was once dubbed a "Dead Zone."

The external components of the excavation equipment could be forged by local cultivators, but certain procedures required Earth's technology.

While we were chatting, Tian Zhi Lang seized the moment and unleashed Earth Fang right between us.

On either side of Luo Ping sat Kong Haotian and Feng Yiming; both, like Luo Ping, stared across at the opposite side.

But the bow is drawn—there's no turning back. Since they'd struck, they had to unleash their full force; only by killing Luo Ping could they seize countless treasures and eliminate all future threats.

Although Chu Feng didn't yet know what kind of reputation Zhao Xiong would earn, one thing was certain—it wouldn't be a good one.

One, two, three… twenty plates flew out in orderly succession from the kitchen door, each hovering steadily in midair, just like the first one.

Zhao Xue's remark made Zhao Jing blush. Chu Feng knew she was referring to the fight with the fat driver that morning, so he stayed silent—let her say what she needed to say. This girl simply couldn't be left unmanaged. Chu Feng sat aside, watching the two sisters clash like dragons and tigers.

Inside the yard, everything looked just as he'd seen it the previous day: several young workers gathered, smoking and laughing, seemingly waiting to finish work. From inside the factory came the sound of electric saws cutting wood, along with hammering and nailing—the production order in the woodenware factory appeared perfectly normal.

But Wu Ruirui knew herself well—she was the type of person from Beijing who started strong but fizzled out, or had a head but no tail. Yet, in front of the one she liked, she naturally showed only her best side—even if she had to add a little water to the truth, she'd make the bad look good, wouldn't she?