Chapter 331: Accumulated Great Virtue, Ultimate Defense Treasure

Chengkong Shiren was a very professional, or at least very earnest, salesperson… er, persuader.

Since he had brought out the Qingjing Bamboo to tempt Zheng Fa, he naturally gave an extremely detailed introduction to the Heavenly and Earthly Spirit Roots.

As for Zheng Fa, whether for the Nine Mountains Realm or for the Fusang Tree inside his own dantian, he was indeed very interested.

"The so-called Heavenly and Earthly Spirit Roots differ from ordinary spiritual plants in that…" Seeing Zheng Fa listen intently, Chengkong Shiren's enthusiasm rose further, "If one possesses a cave heaven…"

"Is it really that simple just to see him? You probably want to take him away—I can tell you plainly, that's impossible." Fu Rui slammed his fist on the table and growled.

Zhu Zi and Wei Mi's coordination was truly flawless; Xia Hanmo kept imagining a day when she too could stand by his side like them.

"Absolutely true. I verified it several times before I believed I hadn't misheard." Zhang Ren's face also showed disbelief—he still couldn't understand why Zhang Ning would do such a thing.

"Brother An? What's wrong?" The man beside him, Bu Che, was another young noble who often accompanied An Cheng in Jiuhua City; he had just entered the shop today.

Li Jiaxin didn't know where they were headed; Xiao Jing only told her to follow orders, saying she'd give her a surprise.

And that fellow called Er Luizi—you must take him back to the police station and lock him up. Listen carefully: he is suspected of obstructing state affairs and must be severely punished by law.

Bishop Randal had just finished listening to his subordinate's report when the ceiling above him suddenly tore open; the concrete and steel walls cracked, fully exposed to the air, with sunlight streaming directly down.

Also, the spiritual tea and spiritual wine he brought back from Qianzhou—I wonder if Su Su's condition has improved after drinking them.

The university's public bathhouse charges by time—one dime per minute—and only accepts meal card payments, not cash.

Lin Xuan understood this; others, like Xu Yichen, Zhang San, or Ren Fan, naturally weren't oblivious to it either.

Unexpectedly, he ended up facing Yan Han again—he didn't want to fight this battle, but imperial orders came from above, his control over his troops was weak, so he had no choice but to fight.

All plunged into endless darkness; in this realm, this chaos, he was heaven, he was earth, he was the god who controlled everything.

The Xuan Level corresponds to the stage of refining primordial true qi up to opening the Heavenly and Earthly Xuan Pass—still relying solely on one's own strength, yet one's life dimension has already undergone a leap.

The war chariots crashed into Shangqiu's city gate; the moat had long been effortlessly filled by Yan troops, leaving Song troops utterly powerless to respond.

Chen Lixin smashed another nearby giant mountain—beating the enemy was a must; learning foreign languages was Chen Lixin's hobby.

Finally, to everyone's shock and disbelief, the Demon Son Mo Su crashed heavily onto the square's ground with a dull thud.

"You—you take the spoils and offer them to the Prince?" Feng Jing froze. Lin Xuan was too bold—none of these items belonged to Huntian Sect; all were relics left behind by Supreme Dao Weapons.

Gazing at the monstrous beast above, Yu Le squinted—there was only faint light now, insufficient for him to clearly see everything around him.

"I think the Lord should occasionally move his body, maintaining necessary pressure on those people to delay their understanding of how to dismantle the work!" Mi Fang had just sensed the effect of the runes surrounding the dock on the Lord.

Tang Yuan was blasted flying, and the Wansheng Armor radiated peerless light. Wu Lingzi's massive body emitted supreme energy; his eyes had turned blood-red, and the invisible threads within the blade, along with the fishing rod, lashed across Tang Yuan's face.

Far off in the horizon, the one who had once stepped forward and bestowed black blood upon Lou Ying now spoke again—but his voice was icy, chilling, and the killing intent within it was terrifyingly potent.