Chapter 280: Too Much Internal Circulation

Zheng Fa had no time to play god; he was guarding Tang Lingwumin as she broke through to Qi Refining fourth level.

Reaching Qi Refining fourth level after nearly a year of cultivation was neither fast nor slow.

Compared to Zheng Fa, who achieved Foundation Establishment in less than a year, Tang Lingwumin naturally fell short.

But compared to Han Qi and others, she was quite fast—after all, she was a single-element cultivator.

Considering the sparse spiritual energy in the nursing home, Tang Lingwumin's efforts were plain to see.

Among the residents of the nursing home

After a while, Father returned from outside; I heard him carefully placing the iron bucket on the ground, afraid of waking Mother.

Bufeihaimi examined closely—the captive was none other than the Second Divine Son, Gadras. Poseidon's genetic lineage was strange: all ten of his sons were twins. Gadras oversaw Atlantis's military and was the second most powerful divine son; his ancestor, Atlas, was the twin of the First Divine Son.

But the toad had no good intentions either. With their cultivation levels, they couldn't even enter the depths to retrieve the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover, let alone Feng Yi—anyone who entered would die without doubt. His heart was utterly cruel, like a knife that killed without a drop of blood.

Only the wind sounded, ruffling the lake's surface, and slowly a human face emerged from the rippling waves.

Another saying goes: any living being that suffers will feel unbalanced unless it sees another suffer the same fate.

Han Yiming was startled, his vision darkened, and when he opened his eyes again, he was still in the flower field, far from Shen Ruofu and Yuan Hui. Feng Yuzao was watering the flower upon which Lingxin leaned.

On a street where people wore either suits or casual T-shirts, a man dressed in an expensive robe with faint sci-fi overtones stood out as bizarre, drawing frequent glances from passersby.

Wang Qingsong's cultivation advanced greatly, yet he still couldn't match the Tengjiao Sword; Han Yiming swept it away with one motion, scattering its spiritual light.

The Great Tiger wasn't just worried for Tang Feng and the others—he was also worried for the future of the Great Tiger Clan. Now that the Eternal Firebird was dead, the news wouldn't stay hidden long.

Xu Zhiyi's sharp eyes caught her own name on the cover; for some reason, a bad premonition suddenly stirred in her heart.

A bony hand seized her wrist as she reached for Lian Xuan. Rong Can's once alluring peach-blossom eyes now glowed like frost-coated blades, cold as glacial meltwater.

Song Qingyan had chosen the same restaurant where she'd once treated Huo Yansheng to dinner—Xu Zhiyi still bore psychological scars.

After speaking, the man didn't care how I reacted; he picked up a black umbrella leaning against the table and walked away.

Although these "Dao Foundations" built from Light Genetic Genes might be just a tiny bit abnormal.

Wan Xi's dress tore apart on cue; cold wind rushed in, making her shiver.

Loki cursed inwardly: Damn it! Asgard's divine power had been stripped away—how could Hela still be this strong!?

"Wu Kai, I'll go. I injured my classmate myself—I might as well check on my brain at the infirmary," Ji Yun said.

So Guo Yushi shook his head and sighed but said nothing; he still cared about his subordinates' feelings.

Earlier, Yan Zhe had been worried, but now that he saw Qin Feng and heard his words, he was completely at ease. All he needed to do now was comfort his wife and put her mind at rest.

The Great Peng also feared the Dragon's water sword; it immediately rose higher, soaring over the Dragon into the high sky.

Everything was nearly ready; all necessary items had been prepared. Yan Su picked a day to open the shop.

What must be faced will be faced—and fortunately, this is a perfect chance to let the entire army see whether I'm truly a pretty face.

"Look at you—you go off the rails the moment you hear Wei Fengchu. Figure out your own heart already!" Xuan Wu sneered at me.

That conversation with Li Wei had truly been exhausting—he hadn't spoken so politely to a subordinate in years. But the man's backing was plainly visible; he had no choice but to rein in his attitude.

With all the belongings in tow, the shopkeeper descended the stairs and went with Yan Su to the government office. Shen Xiao had already sent word ahead, so everything proceeded smoothly.

Cui Shanying smiled but said nothing. There was a difference between students and disciples in a martial arts school—everyone had private motives and would reserve their best techniques for their disciples, never give them away to outsiders.

After learning of it, Xiao Yuyan merely sneered continuously, for the more often Yan Su left the mansion, the more advantageous it was for her.

At this point, you're surely curious: Fan Ji had just escaped from the Eight-Linked Water Fortress—how in such a short time did Miluo Mountain hand him over to Prince Yan? Let me tell you slowly. This story begins a few days ago.

Thinking of Wu Tian deliberately doing this—saving him at the brink of death to earn his gratitude through a second birth.

Gu Yu's voice was merciless, leaving Fang Hong's face flushed with humiliation after his warm advances were rebuffed.

True Xingyi Fist would never produce such violent effects. But in the instant of striking, Fang Ping'an overlaid the movement pattern of Right Meteor Fist: Skyfall onto the Xingyi Fist—and the combined effect was astonishing.

If nine thousand new-style Heavenly Thunder Bombs were truly dropped now, not only would the beasts within a thousand li—or even ten thousand li—suffer catastrophe, but the mortal realm might not survive either; the Nine Continents could be leveled to dust.