Chapter 826

One Hundred and Seventy-Two: The Secret of Yunmeng [Beginning of the Month, Requesting Monthly Tickets!]

Deep night, in a lonely valley on an island, before an isolated grave.

A cold, quiet young Daoist nun followed a dull-witted young man, preparing to descend into the tomb.

A white sturgeon emitting a soft white glow circled the two and the lone grave, its pale luminescence bathing them; any passerby unaware of the situation, rushing through the night, would likely be terrified half to death upon witnessing this “supernatural” scene.

Huang Xuan chewed over Ouyang Rong’s words again and again, her small face thoughtful.

Deep night, in a lonely valley on an island, before an isolated grave.

A cold, quiet young Daoist nun followed a dull-witted young man, preparing to descend into the tomb.

A white sturgeon emitting a soft white glow circled the two and the lone grave, its pale luminescence bathing them; any passerby unaware of the situation, rushing through the night, would likely be terrified half to death upon witnessing this “supernatural” scene.

Huang Xuan chewed over Ouyang Rong’s words again and again, her small face thoughtful.

But the park must contain good things—such a dense forest greatly increases the chance of spiritual herbs. Chang Qing tidied himself and headed toward the park. Before even entering, he already heard the shrill cries of monkeys coming from one corner.

Karina was a genuine American, and in China, her presence still carried considerable weight; the Jinan Petrochemical Machinery General Factory would dare not neglect her. She was also the president of Hunter Company, the patent holder of the dual-beam oil pump technology, making her the perfect person to handle this matter.

“Could my father and mother come back to life?” Qin Ying whispered, hoping—but dared not imagine that scene.

Ding Yuanjie felt his face burn with shame, too humiliated to meet anyone’s gaze; he covered his face and fled, sprinting straight out of the cave.

Killing so many lives at once made Chang Qing’s hands tremble uncontrollably. Such cruelty was still too much for him—he had grown up in peacetime, never experienced brutal war, let alone life and death. Now, facing a massacre-like scene all at once, he naturally couldn’t bear it right away.

“An unconscious tree spirit is certainly useless! But if nurtured and tamed, it becomes entirely different! In the future, it might even develop spiritual awareness and cultivate on its own!” Ye Feng recalled the ancient texts and spoke.

Lin Chengfei had originally thought she intended to offer herself in return, and was pondering how to refuse without hurting her dignity.

Yue Qingyu and the others excitedly gripped each other’s hands; it was clear they were genuinely nervous.

Yun Xiang’er’s lips curled into a faint sneer—Yun Caiyi had always been overwhelmingly dominant.

The other princesses and imperial consorts were filled with envy for her situation; idle gossip quietly spread throughout the palace.

Her maternal grandfather’s family had a relatively comfortable livelihood, enough to afford money to support Chen Guotai, Chen Guoyong, and Chen Guomei’s education.

Then—boom—they all failed, and the symbolic traces of these high-tier beings vanished as well. Coupled with the silence of the gods, some scholars believed most high-tier beings had perished, calling this phenomenon the “Symbolic Realm Extinction.”

She mounted her horse, this time successfully riding past the palace gates; she turned back for one look—the palace was brightly lit, destined to be a sleepless night.

Ma Hongjun’s face lit up with pride; he was about to answer when Dai Mubai elbowed him sharply. Dai Mubai’s gaze had been subtly fixed toward the rear, and suddenly Ma Hongjun remembered Lu Ye’s earlier warning—never blurt out your name after causing trouble outside.

Chen Guotai’s space didn’t even have a single kerosene lamp. The three new lamps were bought by him today—he had requested six industrial coupons from Director Tang and purchased them at the county supply and marketing cooperative.

Li Ya sat on the ground, wiping blood from his lips with his sleeve; his chest burned with pain. Though his ribs weren’t broken and didn’t need setting, they had cracked.

As the situation stalled, an elderly man resembling a steward stepped forward and spoke respectfully.

Though he had not yet broken through Qi Refining and could not imprint array patterns, if he could forge a battle blade from a spirit stone deposit, it would surpass even a hundred-fold forged steel blade.

A golden radiant armor drew attention; at his waist hung a golden blade from Aye Lin, enhancing his heroic bearing.

Han Jinyu noticed Wang’s wife’s expression was odd, but never once suspected her.