Chapter 410

Gu Chang misunderstood his words, but Zheng Fa had no idea…

In truth, he found spiritual roots troubling too—cultivating more and stronger cultivators required confronting spiritual roots head-on.

Moreover, the very social structure of the Xuanwei Realm that now made Zheng Fa uneasy was built upon this reality of spiritual roots.

If he truly wished to realize his dream—to make the Jiushan Sect fundamentally different from other sects in the Xuanwei Realm—studying spiritual roots was crucial.

Xue Bingbing and the others had long found the arena where Xia Yu was to compete; the previous match had ended, but Xia Yu still hadn’t appeared.

Where did these things come from? Do you really need to ask? Radishes, radishes—they’re obviously bought. Could they possibly grow on their own?

Ding Bu’er moved instantly, crossing hundreds of zhang of empty space, his crimson blade-light slashing down at Mo Qingnian like a mountain collapsing and ocean surging—vast waves swept across heaven and earth, and the incomparable blade qi descended as if tearing space apart.

“Who knows? This guy’s clearly hiding a lot.” Wu Lun plopped onto the sofa, making it creak under his weight.

The tree roots carried the smell of damp earth, but at least they still held some moisture; Xia Yu chewed them into dry powder before spitting them out.

Zhao Qi’s eyes widened—this skeleton soldier had thin arms, its entire body white, as if long weathered by wind and time; yet under Zhao Qi’s sword strike, not even a scratch marred its slender arm.

“Everyone! The Demon Realm has invaded, slaughtering our people—we are now at the point of no retreat. Yesterday, the Demon Realm suddenly halted its assault on the city; this must mean some other sinister plan is afoot. We must be vigilant!” Li Taibai said solemnly to all present.

A thunderous crash, like a bolt from a clear sky, shook the entire sea into trembling. Though the Eight Kings’ shell could withstand cannon fire without a single scar, Hei She and the others didn’t fire at it—they fired instead at the sea surface not far from the Eight Kings.

At this moment, Han Ping’s Hero’s Miracle had surpassed nineteen million views, ranking first.

“Puh~” The pretty girl couldn’t help laughing, clutching her stomach at Zhao Shen’s expression—this boss was hilarious, claiming the food tasted so good simply because he cooked it.

Mu Li chattered nonstop the entire car ride, and only when they returned to Shen Minghan’s villa did Shen Minghan instruct his subordinates to keep close watch on Gu Qi’s movements, then took Mu Li back to his bedroom.

Though he had slapped his own face with a fierce gesture, the slap landed lightly upon his skin.

Wen Liang wanted to ask just one thing: had Mu Si and Grandma always gotten along so well? Or was it only that Grandma got along poorly with him, but well with everyone else?

Patting Wu Feng’s neck, Chu Han suddenly remembered the Bingzhou Wolf Riders, surrounded by tens of thousands of players, and quickly communicated with Wu Feng, urging him to take him there.

Leeds United’s opponent was Standard Liège from Belgium, one of Belgium’s four major clubs, with formidable strength and an excellent record from last season.

It seemed Tai Long Group had really gone all-in—they must have brought nearly all their R&D staff. Did they really feel this certain about finding the secret experimental base? Or had they learned from past failures and were determined to prevent another data loss?

Early the next morning, I was woken by a phone call; I assumed it was Uncle Li, but when I picked it up, it was an unknown number.

The funniest part was that, despite being utterly outmatched, Ah Di launched a frontal charge against the perfectly aligned ranks of the Chi Jin Guards—this was no different from suicide.

This graveyard had clearly been around for years; most mounds were in ruins, some even exposing the bones within. Occasionally, stone steles stood atop a few graves, but their crude carving suggested they weren’t made by professional stonemasons.