Chapter 352: Surrendered Too Early, One Finger

The three of them arrived in a hurry, all slightly disheveled.

Master Chengkong was enveloped in a faint golden glow, ethereal yet real, with a halo of auspicious clouds above his head, upon which the Qingjing Bamboo swayed in the wind, its withered leaves now several more than before.

Wuzhi of Leiyin Temple's aura was even more extraordinary; behind him, a barefoot Buddha faintly manifested, surrounded by the resonant chants and prayers of countless voices, as if billions worshipped and beseeched blessings.

Yet upon that Buddha

Perhaps due to his age, Ouyang Feng had not yet reached such high cultivation, but his poison arts likely had already reached peak level.

Thus, at the time, the Liu Ka Gao family invested all their earnings into it, yet not even a single bubble surfaced.

This was undoubtedly a tremendous temptation; anyone who had enjoyed earthly wealth and luxury could never easily let go if there was even the faintest glimmer of hope.

Bu Yunsheng walked to the basement exit, about twenty centimeters above ground level, and instead of tapping the secret signal as he once did, he directly extended his right hand and lifted open the military-green iron door panel.

The reason discarded elixirs are discarded is primarily because they lack certain medicinal properties, or because the medicinal elements failed to achieve balance during the fusion process—some properties are missing from the elixir. If that is the case, could I do something about it?

"He's sick—he needs treatment!" Cheng Erlin, having washed up and listened from outside, was already seething with rage. He pushed the door open and stormed in.

Thomas Logan nodded without denial; he knew that Sloan was even more desperate than he was. The Cross had been sabotaging in the shadows, and its ultimate goal was to kill Sloan. With his life constantly at risk, Sloan could not possibly remain calm.

This township also lay along a major transportation route, with many travelers passing through; some would stay for a meal before continuing. Inside Lao Wei's eatery, several tables were occupied by diners.

On Taichu Peak, Chen Jingkou and the others had already gotten thoroughly drunk with Jiuzhongxian. After clearing away the snow, they saw Feng Lin was unharmed and had piled a thick layer of straw around him, then moved aside to join the old man in drinking.

"Heh, you've already acted first and reported afterward—what's the point of consulting me?" Ye Xiran hung up the phone, looked at Zhou Hanyan, her crimson lips curled in a cold sneer.

Chen Kang could not compare to severing the Three Corpses, but his "Sacred Focus" carried a hint of that flavor.

Chen Mo immediately arrived at the door of the Divine Descent chamber; the entire door space was currently in its seven-day cooldown period, and normally it could not be opened.

But now the situation had reversed—he was at absolute disadvantage, unable to retaliate verbally, and due to his youth and frailty, even his movements lagged half a beat behind Lin Jiang's; when beaten, he could only passively suffer abuse.

Chen Kang was willing to help Shen Gongbao enhance his strength and cultivation. Even if Shen Gongbao could not harm the Golden Immortals of Chan Sect, annoying them would be worthwhile.

He wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Court, appearing glorious and famed throughout the Three Realms, but now, looking back, it seemed a shadowy hand had been guiding events.

The force was slight, but noticeable. Zhang Nian'an was lost in thought when suddenly interrupted; he felt bewildered, his gaze going slightly vacant.

Ye Xiran ignored him. As she passed by Lin Zhiyi, she paused, whispering a taunt only they could hear.

He picked up the protective suit on the ground and put it on; he intended to infiltrate the containment facility to steal supplies, preparing for the time when he would return home.

But now, Chen Zhengying felt that taking Yang Yugan as his disciple was the most correct choice he had ever made.

Wang Wu still remembered that before the crossover, players had evaluated the Blind Monk as: "Play the Blind Monk—just show off, damage doesn't matter."

As numbers gradually increased, during the Jiajing era, this imperial guard force was reorganized into the Brave Camp and the Four Guard Camps, overseen by the Imperial Horse Supervision.