Chapter 88: Sick Leave Note

Sick Leave Note

Nowadays these Spirit Immortal Crystals are of great use; rumor has it that a mortal only needs to consume 99 of them to successfully condense Qi.

However, even magma creatures could not possibly survive here; even Night Breeze Cloud and Wind Signal Child could only stay for a while—if the time dragged on, their spiritual power would drain too greatly, and there would be danger of losing their lives.

Night Breeze Cloud only felt as if he had entered a world of seven colors; everything before his eyes had changed. In his mind, a blood-red figure appeared.

After receiving the order, this fellow first drank for two days and one night, cursed his mother for two days, and only then set out at a snail's pace.

Success nodded toward the rear, and the two thousand five hundred warriors behind all reached their hands toward the carriage.

Ying Fusu colonized all these nations! He used Qin ideology to brainwash them, forcing the common people of these nations to change their thinking—if the conversion failed, they could only be imprisoned and suppressed; if they rebelled against the court, they could only be mercilessly wiped out by the Qin army.

Fifteen thousand archers, arranged in three rows of five thousand each. Seeing the second and third rows of archers ready, the first row of archers already had arrows nocked and bows drawn to the full, only waiting for the enemy to enter firing range. At the commander-in-chief's order, ten thousand arrows would fly at once.

Thus everyone thanked the heavens and worked even more carefully and diligently. Judging from the current growth trend of the Medicine Garden, this year's pills would surely be even better.

Ying Fusu looked at the high-spirited Chen Sheng and gently clapped his hands in applause. "Good! Leader Chen has ambition! You truly are one of the spiritual leaders of the rebel army—your stirring words make me feel a bit of regret. If you had followed me, would you have lacked ambition? Pity that you actually refused me several times."

Suddenly, he only felt his whole body lighten; the sky-covering, suffocating slashes had vanished.

So, after Fan Shengmei left in all her finery and flirtatiousness, Qu Xiaoxiao went back to her own room to sleep, treating it as cultivating her character.

Gripping Mia's hand, I was so moved I nearly shed tears several times, but each time I forced them back by sheer will.

Compared with that, Han Yue was physically and mentally exhausted; the various rites in the ancestral temple alone were enough to wear one out. Fortunately, these had been simplified by Sikong Yan's order—even so, a full set would have flayed half the skin off one's body even if it didn't knock one out from exhaustion.

"Eight o'clock tonight." Qin Lin'ai stared unblinkingly at me and calmly uttered four words, after which everyone fell silent.

In senior high one, a honor guard was organized, and among the boys Li Chengguo took part. Zhao Hui looked through the glass toward the outside; the honor guard formed by Li Chengguo and some classmates was practicing formations.

But even the police station hadn't figured out what his backing actually was. At first the police suspected someone higher up, but now it seemed that wasn't the case.

Wu Shenghe was even more worried; the previous scenes flashed vividly before his eyes—the image of that body covered in blood and bloody blisters cut into Wu Shenghe's heart like a blade, a thousand cuts of pain.

Mu Yingchen was already at the hospital; the distance between them was merely from this building to that one.

The recurring nightmares of many cycles had driven him into a corner with no retreat. As time flowed, it was as if he had returned to fifteen years ago.

In the Imperial Garden, the red bean trees filling the courtyard were laden with red acacia beans, each one plump, glowing with a faint sheen in the sunlight, like red gemstones, looking exceedingly splendid and gorgeous.

Earlier everyone had thought this residence was not large, but once inside they felt suddenly enlightened, a world of its own. The various courtyards were kept in perfect order, and the furnishings within were complete in every respect.

Tiger had never seen such a light beastman—lighter than even the thinnest animal he had ever hunted; it really seemed like one could kill him without exerting any force.

"Autumn Chrysanthemum!" Lin Nuannuan's eyes darted around, and she hurriedly called out softly, stopping her movement.

However, the beastmen and beasts here were two different races; beasts were ordinary animals—wild boars, wild rabbits and the like all belonged to beasts, and beastmen would also pen and raise beasts as their food supply.

The sect disciples surrounded the three of them, bouncing and jumping; they had never experienced such a strong sense of sect honor, and all of this had been brought to them by Yun Chi and the other two.

After a long while, she finally came back to her senses; the arrogance in her eyes had gradually faded, replaced by a look of utter shock.

When Lin Nuannuan's eyes swept over, she involuntarily lowered her head, yet still refused to stop walking.

It seemed this trip to America was unavoidable; even if not buying a team, the construction also needed money. Li Qing instantly felt he had goddamn turned into a pauper—before he used to worry about how to spend money, now he worried about how to raise it; what a tremendous change.

Xiao Tianyu carefully considered what his wife Bai Muya had just said. Indeed, since Ji Chang'an had brought Ji Nuanxin along this time, a heavy punishment was still very necessary, to prevent her from harming Xinliang again in the future.

Young Master looked at the Mad Daoist with reluctance, then at a calm-faced Ling Luo, knowing that to subdue the Artifact Refining Sect today was impossible—unless Ling Luo could be ignored, but that was clearly impossible.

Zi Xiaoyun Sage also sensed that the blood qi on Fan Yu's body was extremely thick, and could not help showing a trace of anxiety on his face.

"Speaking of which, your first battle being watched by everyone like this—I always feel something's off." Qing Yue Ling shook her head.

Li Yi paid no attention to Ling Jian's identity or cultivation, but that last sentence seemed to let him grasp something.

So he had no choice but to keep constantly reminding Fan Yu to let Fan Yu comprehend what he needed.

A string of keywords flashed through Ling Luo's mind, but at this moment he felt they were utterly unfamiliar.

"Still, although I haven't figured out the next step, at least I need to know that person's identity—once I know it, things might be much easier to handle." Qing Binghe added, though she was clearly a bit lacking in confidence.

"Thank you very much." Yao Gulong struggled to his feet and bowed slightly, then dragged his exhausted body and slowly disappeared into the dust-hazy distance. The city lord position he had ascended by every means was now no longer any concern of his.