Chapter 133

Tiandu City, Chunfeng Pavilion.

Night had fallen; the candlelight in the inn room flickered like a tiny spark.

Hui Neng the Monk sat cross-legged, a faint golden glow spreading over his body, a pale Fist Seal still imprinted on his chest.

As a martial monk of the Wuwang Temple's executive rank, he cultivated the "Stepping the Dipper, Immovable Golden Body," which hardened his skin and flesh like metal, greatly enhancing defense—so long as his feet touched the ground, he drew endless power from it.

But precisely because his skin had become too hard, once

The Imperial Physician's art, the Way's resonance—the crystal zither needed no words; with just a few strokes, it made Song Tianxing's expression change again—he glanced from the crystal to Tang Song, then sat back down, having just risen.

"Who do you want to learn from?" He Wen Yi fixed Zhang Tianduo with her bright, sparkling eyes and smiled.

Wu Zetian's brows snapped together, her expression turning icy—but Tang Song, meeting her gaze, did not yield an inch.

The substance produced after death, in fengshui lore, is called Ancestral Qi; this Qi often influences descendants, and fengshui masters can arrange fengshui formations to gather Ancestral Qi and bless their offspring.

Had the Soul of Nothingness not concentrated all its power to create a local advantage and exhaust him, Samorsen would never have been so battered—he feared nothing except depletion, and now he dared to use tentacles, mere fractions of his full strength, to entangle him? Wasn't that just food offering itself?

In history, few soldiers who died on the battlefield ever returned home for burial. To dig a shallow grave and hastily bury them was already a decent end. Thus, though these ash urns could not distinguish one from another, for those martyrs, it was already a decent end.

Yet treacherous minister Qin Hui colluded with the Jin, betraying the nation for personal gain; moreover, Zhao Gou, driven by selfish fear of the two former emperors returning south to reclaim the throne, conspired with this corrupt minister. In mutual tacit agreement, they disregarded the people's welfare and public sentiment, reversed the Way, destroyed their own defenses, murdered loyal ministers, and sought peace with Jin by kneeling in submission.

Several days later, Quan Wanji returned from Jiangzhou, escorting a convoy of grain, bedding, and other relief supplies requisitioned for disaster aid.

A sharp "puff" echoed from his back—the searing pain made Zhang Tianduo grunt and collapse face-first onto the ground.

"No matter who you are, on the name of the Demon Heart, I will never lose to you." Azuma merged into the tree, rendering both Aisha unable to sense his location.

"Xiangxiang, you brought me the wrong shirt!" Wei Zhongdao scowled and hastily pulled off the heart-patterned shirt he was wearing.

Jiang Ningchuan, sitting beside Bai Shiqiu, watched their nearly identical mischievous grins and grew restless; he began shouting for Tong Yan to reveal the secret.

What they didn't know was that he had deliberately staged all of it—to use Xiao Zhe's suicide as a declaration to the police that he had returned.

Though spiritual food replenished their depleted spiritual energy, such prolonged bloodshed was beyond what they could endure.

Yes, the school can manage credit points, but the police station can't—so you make the student take the blame?

Qiao Xin stepped out of the car and saw this scene; suddenly, she felt her responsibility grow heavier—these hundreds of thousands of pounds of fish were the annual income and all the hope of these impoverished households.

Wu Chaofan clenched his teeth, lowered his head, and apologized to Lin Qian in what he believed was his most sincere tone.

This teleportation array was terrible—it felt just like riding a roller coaster down a steep drop; had it not been for the chest guard, his heart would have flown right out.

He had even used his Soul King-level power to hang a Soul Saint in the air and beat him—so he was that monster Lin Tian's son.

Menstruation had come, meaning her body was about to develop. Looking at her plump figure, would her chest become especially robust?