Chapter 295

The flying shuttle landed, and Zheng Fa stepped forward to greet these disciples.

Because of the Jin Dan Project, he had been looking forward to meeting them for a long time.

The Jin Dan Project sounded nothing like the alchemy and artifact-making methods of the Xuanwei Realm.

But change the term slightly, and it becomes different—external elixir.

He had already known that among the hundred arts of cultivation, talismans, artifacts, elixirs, and arrays were the four major disciplines.

This was not merely because these four skills held broad relevance in the Xuanwei Realm.

Yet Fang Zheng did not simply walk out blindly; behind his back, his hands held two distinct hand seals.

If he left now, he might never return. Moreover, without Sima Xiang's divination to guide him, he could never have entered this labyrinthine place.

At that moment, the first yellow soul ring on their support-type soul master's body flashed abruptly.

The fellow still thought Bai Han was afraid of him; a look of smug satisfaction slowly spread across his face, and he walked away with his son.

Shao Ning had no choice but to take the tray and, with Ya Dong, found a table and sat quietly to eat.

After speaking, she brushed her long hair aside and returned to her seat, idly staring at the holographic screen before her, leaving Li Xiaoyao bewildered, thinking: Big sister, are you stealing my lines? I hadn't even asked and you answered already? Is this how you chat?

Gan Luo returned the note to the tea table, went to the bathroom for a hot shower, changed into clean, neat clothes, and swiftly drank a bowl of clear porridge.

The others retreated ten meters away, watching silently as the Master of Heaven placed a white candle beside each skull and set an incense burner beside each pair of feet.

The body of Zhen Jian, now controlled by Huan Chan, swelled unevenly, growing increasingly massive and formidable, reaching a terrifying scale.

She slapped her cheeks to shake off drowsiness, frowned at her surroundings—she had woken to near dusk, with no shelter from the rain in sight.

Whether Ning Wuya or Wang Ye, both were heavy favorites to win the championship; their meeting in the round of sixteen naturally drew much attention.

He had promised Taishu Zhi he would kill Sikou Ji, and he would fulfill that promise—but first, he must go to Luo Niao Gorge to find the Long Life Token.

But since the fight had already begun, Du You had no intention of holding back. The two sisters immediately unleashed the arrows they had prepared. Though the natives of this world were strong, they paled in comparison to them.

Had the green dragons' attention not been drawn to the Dark Dragon, many would have sensed the surge of pure dark power. The two sisters, so close at hand, noticed it instantly.

Gu Qingyao's Blue Jade Sword began to tremble; dark red thunderclouds formed in the sky. Their secret techniques mirrored each other, forcibly turning the clear day into a stormy rain.

Fang Xuehen could not fathom what enemy could make him so wary—nothing on the white bones outside revealed any clue.

This zombie had operated here for years; though its own power had not greatly increased, and it was no match for the Witch-King Emperor, the special magical array it had set up was the true reason the Green Hair had survived without being exterminated by other lords. Even for undead beings, survival was no simple matter.

Yun Shu brought in the incense burner, fearing Jiang Yumian would dislike the smell; Jiang Yumian, however, buried her head directly into her arms.

Facing Wu Mei's question, Ximen Qing fell silent. He raised his head, looked at her, and his expression suddenly softened.

Cold sweat had soaked her pale face; Xia Xi dragged her heavy body toward the hearth.

The money-obsessed Su Shi excitedly discussed with the Third Elder: why not open a shop for each of their sons, letting them run them themselves? Everyone says a true man doesn't live off family handouts—how can they learn the value of tea, rice, oil, and salt without trying?