Chapter 375

On Dao Island in the Nine Mountains Realm.

The Jin Dan Project team, along with Zhang Shijie and others, held their breath, eyes filled with anticipation, watching Zheng Fa and Xuanhua Lady.

"The Thirty-Third Experiment of the Heavenly River Sword Dao!"

Zheng Fa's voice was weary, but his tone showed no discouragement despite repeated failures; as he spoke, Zhang Shijie's eyes glowed with silver light.

Based on the hypothesis that the soul is a medium formed by spiritual energy, they had a conjecture—

The envoy said: "If so, receive the imperial decree on his behalf and give it to him after his cultivation ends." With that, he extended the decree with both hands toward Yunyi.

Old Zhu knew Sun Wukong was playing tricks again and ignored him; after driving back the Bi Shu Great King with the Seven-Star Spear, he turned and charged toward the Bi Chen Great King, unleashing one "Spiritual Snake Emerging from the Cave" after another, forcing Bi Chen into frantic confusion.

This time, his axe technique was even more refined, every move focused entirely on the word "chop."

The blood of the strong—this substance was priceless, extremely rare in every research institute; Fang Yi had come here specifically to find it, clearly prepared.

This was the imperial residence of the Feihua True Person, the grandest and most magnificent palace on Feihua Star, gilded and radiant, standing atop the highest peak of Feihua Star.

The shopkeeper of Fula Inn handed the teapot and teacups to the steward; the teacups were already filled with tea. The steward placed the teapot on the ground, lifted the lid off a teacup, and drank.

On one side was a close friend drifting apart; on the other, a stranger who had saved his life—Li Chun felt torn.

Could he really be from the future? Qiao Ling'er suddenly had this thought, but she immediately shook her head hard—it was impossible.

The next instant, a sharp "pssst!" rang out as the Beast Guang King's yellow-black light sliced straight through the Teng She's abdomen.

Boom! Yao Linzi struck out, extending a palm that erupted with boundless ferocious light, growing larger in midair as it reached for Xiang Hao.

Su Chen smiled and agreed without objection, as if nothing had happened before.

But the strange fluctuation Chu Nan left inside Zela's body was exquisitely subtle; if Otto Fozu used forceful methods, he would severely damage Zela's meridians and dantian, possibly rendering him permanently unable to restore his full form—or his strength.

Gong Xueyi said nothing, opened Weibo; this unprecedented grand 【Holy War】 had swept across the entire internet in mere moments, drawing attention from every major social platform. Though the Holy War had ended, no one could guarantee further ripples wouldn't emerge.

Tie Wuqing said: "That's exactly why I came to see you today. They're said to be after the treasure left behind by the former Three Xiang Martial Alliance's leader, the Wild Lion Du Yuansheng."

The soul imprint—he could erase it effortlessly, but the timing wasn't right, so he held off for now.

Even if the council rejects it, as long as the Federal Emperor exercises his final ruling authority, he can still correct the situation; even the council, the Federal Emperor has the power to dissolve at any time.

Hearing the students' words, Mo Li's eyes flickered with a sly gleam, and he left the academy as well.

But Yi Bai didn't understand Yang Kang's character; in his portrayal, Yang Kang had become a complete villain, which contradicted Luo Yang's expectations for the role.

Xin Lichi passed the ball down the middle to draw Williams' movement, then split it to the right, where Haslem switched defense.

Lü Potian showed little reaction to Su Xin's plan to destroy an innocent family just to obtain an identity; such things happened often in the martial world. In his own past, the Blood Demon Sect had slaughtered countless innocents—though most were done by his idiotic subordinates.

After Ruan Wan's reminder, Qin Leng remembered Qin Yuan had still been in the hospital before he left.

I thought tonight I'd have a chance with Chen Rong, but Li Jia kept me tied up until past midnight, asking me endless questions about travel like some curious child—I never got a moment alone with Chen Rong.

"Sigh." Qin Leng put down his chopsticks and sighed again; he was full, and to save time, he didn't linger, paid, and left the restaurant to drive on in search of An Yutong.

Letian was assigned to support, while Shi Dao, Liu Zhongwu, and Shi Zhong were tasked with assaulting the city; according to Letian's prearranged plan, the assault was merely a feint, with the main attack delayed slightly beyond the support operation.

"Hmph, how could that compare? How old is the Empress Dowager? How old is she?" The Imperial Consort scoffed.

Nangong Yuhuan smiled faintly: "Very well. The first place, Fengji, is also called Buyao Ji. The song says: 'Hair curled and flowing, hanging like a phoenix. The maiden plays the flute, soaring with the wind.'"

Compared to father and son or superior and subordinate, their relationship resembled that of mutual trust allies. Some things Qin Hongru couldn't do, Qin Tianyi could accomplish effortlessly—and flawlessly.

The sudden outcry shattered the quiet moments of observation for Luo Chen and pierced Rong Zi's gloomy sorrow.

If they pursued this further, how would they punish them? How should they respond? Would they have to fight again? Should they flee now while they had the chance?

Snow blanketed the ground in white. Inside the carriage, Lady Guo gazed sadly at the distant frozen river and the pedestrians walking upon it.

Knowing Ye Xin's decision was incredibly difficult, Tang Muqing empathized with her pain and stepped forward first; the two walked solemnly toward the cafeteria, but before they even entered, they saw through the glass the intimate pair seated by the window.

If not for constantly reminding himself to control his emotions, Kang Tong would have exploded in rage long ago.

Though the Emperor felt eating two salted duck eggs wouldn't harm anyone, since Fang Shanggong and Lady Lin both insisted it was impossible, there must be their reason.

Seeing his father's tear-streaked face and the sudden appearance of years of aging, his heart felt like it was being cut apart.

"Do you know how much effort I've put in over all these years to let you operate in peace?" Huo Jie's voice turned cold.

When sparring with Ye Xuechan just now, though I was focused, pain is pain—no matter how focused you are, you still feel it, because pain travels directly through the nervous system to the brain.

What was he expecting? That she still cared for him? That she'd rush over the moment she heard he was dying?