Chapter 473: The Aftermath of the New Tribulation-Crossing Method

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With several system prompts ringing out, Lin Mo finally met the qualification for rank promotion after ten days.

Gazing at the streak notification on the panel, Lin Mo

The knockback effect of his powerful strike was weak, but it just interrupted the giant rabbit’s movement and drew its hostility.

“Do you really think I need you to tell me that?” Gu Chengjin glanced at him with exasperation, then swept his sleeve and walked off to apologize to the Princess Consort.

What does national dignity have to do with me? Why should I pay? Who has ever paid for me? If you want me to take risks, on what grounds?

Many of the enforcers in today’s gangs outside once rose to fame by fighting underground bouts in the city fortresses.

Since things had come to this, the fact that she spoke these words openly before him and Dong Peiyun proved she had long been suppressed to her limit.

The rules of the Underworld were much like those of the Mortal Realm: when the Yin Officials came to claim it, it first pleaded politely, offering gifts and favors, sustaining this for years.

As for why Li Wu knew—many werewolves went barefoot, and the werewolf before him was barefoot too; just now, those clawed feet had swept across him.

Inside the conference room, over a dozen shareholders sat, roughly half of them with foreign features, only seven or eight with Asian faces.

Luo Wu-hui forced himself to calm down, spreading his spiritual sense to probe the surroundings, yet still sensed nothing.

Never mind whether this giant butterfly was poisonous—just thinking that it had once been a caterpillar made Xu Mi feel nauseous.

Yet as a Mind Artisan possessing the universe’s supreme talent—Mind Perception—how could one be so shortsighted?

One furnace of Ninefold Golden Core produces only nine pills; all the pills Laozi had ever forged over countless years were here. A rough count revealed only eighty-one pills total.

“Normal adult deer don’t drop anything—only increase progress. Killing them isn’t worth it. I must test on an elite deer. Current progress is 23%. If the Deer Garden’s progress hits 100% and I can never enter again, then killing ordinary adult deer would be a waste.” Zhang Yuan muttered to himself.

This was a specially made firework: it soared extremely high and burst into seven-colored sparks, incredibly beautiful.

Representatives from all major holy sects outside surged toward the Holy Light Heart Furnace, vying to claim it as their own; ancient royal clans arrived as well, their aura crushing heaven and earth, equally determined to seize the holy furnace.

Lin Xi didn’t hesitate—she implanted the virus into her own body and now expended some source energy to suppress its growth.

Construction naturally required investment: Professor Zhang led the funding with 40%, holding 60% equity; another 20% came from technological and creative contributions; the university board held 30% total, led jointly by the Carrow, Abbott, and Malfoy families—three of the twenty-eight pure-blood wizarding houses.

Tap-tap-tap-tap—uniform footsteps, synchronized breathing, as if the rhythm of their spines flexing while running was identical.

He was just about to act when An Mengtong moved first—her Divine Illumination Scripture qi had already reached the second level, her physique vastly superior to ordinary people.

Yet one thing he had gained immense inner strength from was that these surviving clan members, despite their brutal circumstances, harbored no complaints or despair. Though their eyes burned with deep hatred toward Baret and others, their expressions remained resolute.

Cai Xiang didn’t know who Wu Yue was; Lü Shi only told her Wu Yue was a divine physician the Jianning Emperor had brought in from outside the palace.

Dodging constantly within the laser beams, he flew toward the pyramids that continuously fired them, curious and puzzled—he refused to be lost in that conspiracy, reduced to another’s pawn.