Chapter 294: Zheng Fa

Indeed, every old monster who has become a Nascent Soul cultivator is no simple soul.

To some extent, Elder Yuan had grasped certain essentials of journalism…

But Zheng Fa's original intent was not this.

"Master, no need to go to such lengths," Zheng Fa shook his head. "Though, I do have comparative thoughts."

"Then…"

"But good is good, bad is bad—stick to the facts."

Elder Yuan froze for a moment, then suddenly understood Zheng.

To demonstrate his sincerity in surrendering to Fang Yuan, Wu Sangui immediately ordered Fan Yongdou brought forward, awaiting Fang Yuan's punishment.

For several days straight, the Dragon King's expression remained icy cold, as if completely ignoring her presence; even the spiritual tea Shen Ci offered, the Dragon King refused to touch.

Besides, she had been right there when Bai Yunfei promised his mother he'd return early at noon, so she naturally wouldn't blame Bai Yunfei.

That is, though she had been injected with a half-finished product, her unique physical constitution rendered it nearly identical to the finished super-soldier serum—every aspect of her body had reached human limits.

The regular quest was stuck, so Zhang Xuan redirected all his focus to his daily quests; fortunately, his daily quests weren't too difficult, and since the physical enhancement had been removed, the rewards had improved.

All these traits could be achieved by Ling Xuan—if he earned enough martial merit and worked hard, since the system stored cultivation techniques and artifacts capable of reaching peak levels in every field. But before that, returning to reality made it easier to make advantageous choices.

Li Yan waited anxiously in the camp for three days, fearing that Li Zicheng might suspect him of secretly colluding with Fang Yuan due to this defeat and Hong Niangzi's sudden return, and punish him.

After all, her body had already been given to Bai Yunfei; her family knew, and they had accepted Bai Yunfei.

When the blade-light abruptly ceased, a venomous snake over a foot long had been severed into several pieces, pattering onto the grass—dead beyond revival.

"My home is just down the mountain, straight west—you'll find it. My grandfather lives there," Bi Luo replied.

Stirred by my words, the soldiers shouted back loudly: "Yes! Yes!" I smiled with delight—I had been waiting for exactly that answer.

Ma Teng looked again and saw that the rock which had deflected his spear tip and saved Cao Zhen's life was merely a stone. Ma Teng was startled—he believed anyone with such skill must be an extraordinary warrior! Who could it be? Clearly, Cao Cao was determined to kill him and must have sent one of his fiercest generals.

Twisting the Song of Reversal Sword, brilliant light erupted violently against the orc player's chest—the ice shattered, the blade's radiance pierced through the orc's breastplate. He stared at me in disbelief, his lips twitching a few times, then with a "crack—" his entire body shattered into ice shards and respawned at the city.

In utmost peril, a thunderous divine light suddenly erupted from Su Yan's back, sweeping across the heavens.

Yu Ming said nothing but flipped through the booklet, her gaze inevitably falling on the two lines of text on the first page, a flicker of surprise crossing her eyes.

"Primordial Crystal Stone? How could such a thing possibly be on the seventh level? If you can reach the ninth level, go there—perhaps you'll find it there!" The shopkeeper shook his head, pointing upward.

The tardigrade suddenly felt searing heat; countless true qi surged within its body, its Ren and Du meridians swelling as if about to burst. With a strange cry, it stomped the ground—cracks split open and a thick, tree-trunk-like vine sprouted, twisting and writhing, leafless but branching profusely as it grew larger.

Mo Deng was the savior of many officers and soldiers under Yu Chi Gong; in the eyes of those he had saved, his words carried nearly the same weight as Yu Chi Gong's own orders.