Chapter 450: The Extra Effect of the Four-Bronze Diviner!

【Ding! The conclusion of this divination is: Ten Thousand Swords Tomb, Level 40.】

As the system prompt sounded, Lin Mo’s divination finally yielded its result.

“Conclusion… not just a result!”

Lin Mo’s expression flickered with excitement, even more than when he had advanced to Golden Core Level 3 with the Dunyi Technique.

“Indeed, after becoming a Four-Bronze Diviner, I can now obtain brief conclusions that guide the divination!”

“Just as Second Brother said—”

Yang Qinghou extended his hand toward Li Xingchao and replied, “Confirmed.” He did not elaborate on how.

Li Mi was frustrated, hanging her head and covering her face with her hands, inwardly resisting fiercely but refusing to utter a single word.

“I’m the only son in my family; since birth, my parents doted on me, and my five sisters adored me. I never knew hardship from the moment I could remember—until later…” At this, Li Shang lowered his gaze, sorrow lingering in his eyes as if trapped in the past.

Chu Qi’s face turned as dark as a sooty pot; she turned her head and stared fixedly at Li Shang, then struck him a sharp tap on the head.

Unaware, half an hour had passed; the sky had darkened. The vast courtyard remained unlit, nearly silent, its gloom and stillness like the netherworld. Chu Qi’s neck throbbed faintly; she unconsciously rubbed it again and again, then glanced toward Murong Sheng hidden in the shadows.

“Only you know how to please the old master,” Ling Ye affectionately pinched her cheek, his eyes brimming with tenderness.

“Cough… cough…” A mouthful of poisoned blood, Chu Zhaorong weakly stared at the black blood on the ground, her eyelashes trembling, her eyes lifeless, filled with self-mockery.

On a street in Zhenyi City, two groups chased each other, exchanging intimate greetings of each other’s ancestral lineages.

Logically, as head of the Ministry of Territory, Saitō was truly powerful and wealthy.

“Hey, you still gotta live, right? Everyone’s got it tough, everyone’s got it tough—just give me twenty-five bucks.” Qi Feng waved his hand and said.

The Black Corpse suddenly moved, slamming straight into Hu Mang and the other three; in one blow, all four were hurled onto the deck, their qi and blood trembling as they spat out a mouthful of essence blood.

“Fine, since reason won’t work, I’ll have to use force.” Jin Siqi bit her lip.

“So what do you want the Empress to do?” Xuan Ye’s tone was calm, but Fang’er sensed his deep impatience.

The camera captured the hidden exit and river; the fat youth and the muscular man rested on the ground, the emaciated man nowhere to be seen.

Even for geniuses, cultivation typically begins only after age ten. Before ten, exposure to cultivation is mostly limited to Body Refinement Levels One through Five—stages meant to enhance physical constitution; few choose to directly attempt breakthroughs.

Sony remained kneeling, raising his head to gaze behind Dongzhu; his eyes burned brightly, utterly unlike those of a man past seventy.

“Your Majesty, the former Chief Minister Sony’s loyalty is absolute—even in grave illness, he remembers only Your Majesty’s assumption of power. Please, for the sake of Senior Sony’s unwavering devotion, grant him the right to rule.” Su Kesa ha proudly glanced at Ao Bai’s sullen face, thinking to himself: if he cannot control court affairs, neither shall Ao Bai.

After absorbing the power of the Questioning Platform, Ji Yu’s strength had clearly become far purer and vastly stronger than an ordinary Battle Master.

Only when night fell did the group return; Miaomiao Dan suggested celebrating, as discovering a rich new ore deposit was a major event for her.

At this moment, Lin Muyu actually said he wanted to promote him—something he had never dared imagine. After all, his first impression on Lin Muyu had not been good.

She told herself over and over: the child is dead, and that’s ultimately better than alive. Death brings nothing but benefit to the child.