Chapter 391: The Dao Fruit Experiment, Hao Ri

After seeing off the Bai Xian Alliance members who had signed the agreement, Zheng Fa turned around to find Elder Yuan and the others grinning at him, their expressions filled with excitement—this turn of events, becoming master of the Bai Xian Alliance, held profound meaning for them too.

Especially Master Pang, whose transmission talismans kept flashing one after another, looking extremely busy.

No one knew who he was chatting with.

Master Pang seemed to sense his confusion; he curled his lips, revealing a hint of pride.

"All of them were my former…"

Ever since Yuan Yao was appointed Grand General of Great Chen, he had hung the Grand General's mansion plaque above the gate.

Although Linglong Pharmaceutical Company's display today was grand, all who came were ordinary experts, utterly incapable of affecting the bigger picture.

As if convincing himself, the man summoned two hurricanes beneath his feet, gave a light step without any visible motion, and his body simply floated across to the market archway opposite.

Because Qin Ke did not act like a superior, everyone came to him promptly whenever they had questions.

"Your Majesty, please board the carriage." Weiwei Zuo Yulin Zhonglangjiang Pei Sheng and Huben Zhonglangjiang Chen Quan strode forward with warriors, opened the funeral carriage, and invited him.

Dong Zhiyu was deeply discouraged; she threw her phone onto the bed. Why wasn't Qin Ke sending her messages anymore?

Qin Tian began breaking the curse around eight-thirty in the morning, but by noon, the curse-breaking was still incomplete.

Ai Hu spoke, his tone full of pleading—he knew that if he accused Qin Hui, his entire family would die.

Lin Wanqing suddenly remembered Ye Feng's predicament at the Qingzhou Grand Hotel, facing Xu Hua; she rushed out of the hall, determined to drive out and find Ye Feng.

But everyone knew deep down that this so-called "friendliness" was merely a shared pretense.

"Ah, don't be like that. I'm Mao San, the boss here, but we should win people over with virtue, right?" The young leader's name was Mao San; hearing this, Zhao Guodong was startled—was this Mao San the descendant he was looking for?

Meanwhile, powerful beings from other universes in this world were also observing this place—Bardock's strength had surpassed their understanding.

That night the light was too dim for him to see clearly; tonight, under the lamps and up close, he discovered Dongfang Ziqing was so beautiful.

"Then what should we do?" Unconsciously, Ye Feng had become the central figure of this quest for the Dragon Scale.

The carriage rolled slowly along the road, jolting Zhongli Shuo's stomach. As the carriage neared the imperial city, Zhongli Shuo felt an odd sensation growing within him toward the city he had once so longed for—a mix of longing, fear, dread, and intense excitement.

"Surrender? Only if I die." The Xuanti Divine Sovereign groaned inwardly, yet his voice still rang strong.

Wherever his hand touched was icy cold. Even the warmth of his own body was freezing. The brilliant sun shone upon him, yet brought not a single thread of warmth.

At the same time, the other dozen or so cultivators froze in place, staring at Lu Jinyong's gruesome state; they shuddered involuntarily. They knew it wasn't a coincidence—fear surged like tidal waves in their hearts: once they left the forest, death was the only path.

Although he felt deeply uneasy, at least it confirmed that his kindness toward her last night had only one purpose—it wasn't part of some conspiracy with Mo Zihan.

She simply felt a relentless, piercing pain throbbing deep within her heart, spreading endlessly.

Qiu Qier fell silent, helplessly watching her vanish before his eyes.

The newly bought phone still carried the old number, but few knew it, so it rang rarely.

At this moment, a silver light streaked across the sky and entered Rui Rouyi's abdomen—but no one saw it.

"The taste is quite good, but lately my stomach hasn't been feeling well, so I can't eat much." Xu Xiangxiang's expression was calm, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.

And the focus of the Blind Group, the idol power of Wood Instructor, and the experience of seasoned veterans like Old Oil.

Previously, whether fighting demons or ordinary people, brute force alone sufficed; these refined techniques had little use.

"Correct. Also, transmit the demonic energy back to the Demon Emperor's original body to aid its recovery." Cai Shao nodded, confirming Li Chen's guess.

But no matter how much one persists, there is always a limit. The intensity of battle against a supreme powerhouse like Xin was beyond what even the wounded Blood Moon Xin Hong could endure.

Lan Ran's voice had become faint, almost inaudible; as his final breath faded, the entire world suddenly felt to Kong Lu "alive" again.

Procure a certain quantity of sniper rifles; though unlikely to be used, they can be used for training. Also acquire some firearm components—due to modular design, assembly is simple. More intricate details need not be mastered by soldiers; that's the job of specialists.

After finally circling past several cars to reach the open space, they approached and saw Tang Xi's phone lying quietly on the ground, his coat torn and discarded beside it. Worse still, their hearts pounded at the sight of his white shirt drenched in blood—as if freshly splashed, horrifyingly vivid.

Chen Hu noticed Miaobo's popularity skyrocketing—in just one minute, it surged to a staggering six million, while the Douyu livestream had dwindled to barely twenty thousand.

"Madam, you're being too modest." Qing Shuang smiled faintly, gently patting the wrinkled hand of Madam Gao, soothing her softly.

The conglomerates were left speechless—why had they come here? Only to meet Inoue Ichio, never expecting this scene.