Chapter 361

"The Supreme True Spirit Pill…" Old Yuan frowned, pondering deeply, then finally shook his head. "I've never heard of it."

Could that Chengkong Shangren be fooling me?

Blood River Patriarch sneered. "This is one of the secret pills of the Supreme Dao."

"The Supreme Dao is famed for its alchemy; besides its peerless pill-making methods, it possesses several secret pills." He pointed to the petri dish holding the Quiet Bamboo. "For example, the Taiyi Spirit Pill—unmatched in nurturing spiritual trees."

I really did sweat buckets in that KTV booth, and after running like this, I felt awful—I went to get a change of clothes and returned to the bathroom.

She somewhat understood why Wei Zilin's voice had so captivated Xu Moyan; for her, Shen Zongyi was the same.

Beads of sweat broke out on Gu Shiyun's forehead; as the mansion gate drew near, she felt the same arduous triumph as landing on the moon. She had just pressed the doorbell when darkness swallowed her vision, and she collapsed onto the ground, utterly exhausted.

Tang Xueyan wasn't unconcerned—she simply didn't know how to face the man who had enraged her to the brink yet risked his own life to save her.

That's why Wei Zilin knew—he thought—he knew all these songs, so Xu Moyan couldn't possibly not know them.

"Master Huo is asking you: have you decided to submit to him and kill these few underlings?" The middle-aged man beside Huo Qitian spoke with arrogant condescension.

Soul departure differs from meditative trance; no mortal body can remain perfectly preserved in the natural environment for so long. She had feared I would never wake, yet she never gave up.

"Hehehe!" Su Tong covered her mouth and laughed joyfully; for this single moment, she forgot the burden on her shoulders—but only for this moment. The next second, her laughter cut off abruptly, and her eyes widened in shock.

My body always felt unwell; I kept tossing and turning in the coffin, unable to sleep, always feeling as if someone would choke me the moment I closed my eyes.

"Hah! I always thought Minister Fu was stern and rigid, but who knew he's so cute and adorable!" Han Wenxue, who had heard every word clearly, burst out laughing.

Yet under Zhang Kun's care, not only was the surgery successful, but within less than a month, he was well enough to be discharged and recover at home.

Heading toward Peking University, he vaguely recalled this was his third time attending class this semester.

Seeing the others too confident and reckless, Lin Fengnuo had to step forward—even if he couldn't change their decision, he must at least heighten their awareness.

"Master Xu, farewell." Duan Haitian gave Xu Yunlong a slight nod, then pulled the dazed Duan Qingshu away. Seeing Xu Yunlong made no move to stop them, Master Wu Zhi and the others likewise leapt off.

Liu Tianjiao shook her head gently. Earlier, she had thought Teacher Zheng was right—but after her mother spoke, she now believed Teacher Zheng was wrong.

Gathering his last strength, Xu Yunlong's scales fell away, swirling into the air and reassembling into the fused "Ming" and "Ming," roaring as they lunged toward Gongsun Cangming.

This was true—even in his most desperate moments, Dai Yi never considered killing Liu Jiejie; not because he was kind-hearted, but because if he killed the hostage, he'd lose his only leverage.

"Hmph!" The long-faced youth snorted inwardly but said nothing. After all, the other was the boss, and this was his territory—if they clashed, he'd be the one to suffer.

"One's still alive?" Hearing the space's prompt, Zhang Shuo stepped out from hiding and walked toward the edge of the massive pit.

Xu Ying stiffened. She knew—she hadn't fully opened her heart yet; she wasn't ready.