Chapter 310: Technical Support, Next Up: Me

Watching Xiao Yuying depart, Zheng Fa turned back to the deep pit on the ground, its three-legged tripod covered in cracks, as if one touch would shatter it.

The spirit fire had gone out; Sister Yuan's face was pale as she sat in meditation, restoring her spiritual power.

The alchemy group's disciples all looked dejected, heads bowed, Bugankan Zheng Fa and the others.

But Zheng Fa spoke: "You did well."

Several disciples looked up in confusion, staring at Zheng Fa, and saw that his face indeed showed no

Wu Wanxie was responsible for setting the broad strategy, while his task was to carry out the specifics—that was his duty.

In the martial world, there's a curious thing: the more terrifying the nickname, the more mediocre the skill—names like "One Spear Pierces Nine Dragons" or "Divine Blade, Iron Arm" sound more like street performers than true masters; if a true sect leader or master bore such a name, he'd be laughed out of the martial realm.

Just what is Tang Chenghao? Why is he so strong? And how can he raise ghosts and command them?

I listened carefully to what the aunts said, thought hard, but still couldn't figure out who did it.

The man was disabled and psychologically twisted; he routinely beat Jiang Erniu, driving her to miscarriage, then blamed her for losing the child and beat her even harder.

Though they didn't fully understand, everyone present nodded as if they did—these matters weren't theirs to comprehend.

"There were two nations, hostile over territorial claims, until they finally plunged into all-out war. Having fought each other for decades, each sought the other's complete annihilation," Xi Meng said—what he described was in fact Germany and the Soviet Union during WWII.

"Lord Wei, this is Zhang Dabiao, a renowned expert in our Embroidered Uniform Guard; I've assigned him as your guard captain," Xu Xianchun said, pointing to the giant.

But after thinking, I had nowhere to go—Qingmei didn't come looking for me, and going out achieved nothing; the villagers avoided me as if I were plague.

This time, Old Man didn't panic as before; though fear still showed on his face, he was far calmer than before.

Though they had already lived together, this was their first formal wedding banquet, so Su Xiao was deeply reluctant.

He walked toward Huang Yuntian and the other, hoping to speak with them and find out how they could ignore the laws of this realm.

The calm, jade-like serenity and the violently suppressed turmoil on Zhong Ye's person vanished, replaced by utter blackness—deep, bottomless, hungering to devour.

Where Xuan Miao and the others couldn't see, a thick mass of yin-sha energy gathered above Fenglan City, faintly tinged with demonic energy.

Mingxi's guards, who relied on their cuju skills to bully others in the capital—Li Qu was thrown into prison for offending one of them.

Pepper and sappanwood were not native to the Ming, or produced in negligible quantities; pepper was a precious spice, sappanwood a medicinal herb.

"What's wrong?" Athena had no abilities in daily life, so she felt nothing.

But now that Luo Ming's status and position were secured by these protections, he was no longer afraid.

That time, she bore scars—whether real or not, she could now use them to deal with Su Zi.

Tang Chuxia glanced left and right, wishing she could decipher the atmosphere between them, but couldn't make sense of it.

Ye Mingchu finished reading, nodded, then began explaining to Peng Qiaoyun the key points and precautions for using this spiritual technique.

"Sss~" As the cold seawater rose past his knees, Wei Liheng sucked in a sharp breath.

He Yuehua rented a twenty-square-meter shop; the clinic focused on traditional Chinese acupuncture therapy, with additional diagnostic services.