Chapter 427: Crafting Transformation, the Leader of the Pack

Elder Xiong stared at the transparent glass cup in Zheng Fa’s hand, the ice crystals along its walls glinting so brightly he could hardly bear to look.

But Zheng Fa’s expression was even harder to examine.

“This is water-method alchemy?”

Zhao Jingfan leaned in, curiously studying the glass cup.

Zheng Fa gazed at the solution inside, his tone cautious, “I don’t understand water-method alchemy—I’m just purifying.”

The same went for the earlier experiments.

Or

“Of course I sought out your wife for a reason—look at you, she’s a crone of fifty or sixty, what could I possibly do to her?” Wu Song was furious.

Whoever comes in, whether man or ghost, will stay here forever.

Bu Xiu sat at the forest’s center, ignoring the vines and thorns that had reached his body—snap! A spark leapt from his lighter, igniting the half-burnt candle on the lantern.

Though Jiang the Elder held no official position in the village, his old soldier’s sense of fairness meant those with unsolvable problems always came to him for judgment.

He read the instructions above—the button offered free claims, just as the old man had said.

Pan Jinlian said nothing, only gazed at the old matriarch with deep pity; she knew if she spoke, she would lose control and burst into tears, and she didn’t want the old lady to worry.

Yun Baican’s eyes flashed with resolve—he would wait no longer for the Hundred Elixir Assembly to end; tonight, he would meet Wu Xie and extend his most sincere invitation.

My eyelids throbbed violently; I couldn’t help stepping forward to examine the golden skeleton, cold sweat pouring down my body, my frame trembling uncontrollably.

Surprisingly, after entering the city, they found civilians placing water brought from outside the walls on the roadside, selling it directly to passersby and merchants.

This livestream had the highest tips ever—though tips had been generous before, they’d never started this high.

“I’m talking!! Thousand King, can you hear me?!” Bai Ce ran across the massive armor of the Twelfth-Gen machine, searching for an opening to kill the giant serpent, all while shouting.

The middle-aged man was stunned—he wasn’t a fool; the tone, the wording, the implication—once they took the person away today, they’d never get them back.

Logically, the homeowner was already in the hospital—why was lingering resentment still swirling in the house?

The spirit stones sensed each other and spontaneously activated the array, requiring no extra effort from Zhang Jianwei to trigger it; the more this happened, the more Zhang Jianwei marveled at the array’s intricacies.

The emerald vortex binding Jiang Cheng vanished instantly; he gripped his spear with his right hand, driving it into the ground to steady himself.

Er Liang climbed to the watchtower and saw a primordial beast—a colossal wolf—leaping across the moat at the entrance of Longshan Base.

This song was the theme of a game; its lyrics consisted of only three lines, the rest all chanting, with the high notes claimed to surpass human limits, requiring digital effects even for the original singer to achieve.

The tactic worked brilliantly; as several steel-rock bodies collapsed and shattered, the tide of battle turned from outnumbered to advantageous. Just as this favorable momentum built and everyone felt victory drawing near—

The ancient city lunged forward, delivering a direct punch toward Lan Jing—without warning, combat erupted.

But if someone had observed Zuo Yi’s eyes up close, they would have seen countless starlight specks flickering within his pupils.

Sigh—if Qiu Qianlin were here, it would be better. Finally, Su Hanjin’s gaze dimmed, and she sighed silently.