Chapter 66

"I'll take the one inside from now on; the energy inside is pure cultivation essence, clearly endless—exactly where cultivators dream of finding." As his ears fell silent, he spoke to Miao Jueyang.

Lin Tian waved his hand, and the packaging paper instantly appeared in his grasp; he examined the bag carefully, then shook it downward again to confirm not a single grain remained.

I took the Spirit Mink out for daily walks around the manor; Tianyou is a spiritually aware creature, and upon seeing the clear mountains and clean waters, it chirped excitedly, trying to scramble out of my pocket—I quickly held it down. This place is unfamiliar; if it ran off and got lost, I wouldn't even know where to cry.

On the surface, I was giving everyone a pep talk—we're in our final year of high school, critically important—but really, I knew he was speaking directly to me and Xu Jingru; my recent affairs with Xu Jingru had left our homeroom teacher utterly exasperated.

I walked slowly ahead, my heart uneasy, a bad premonition gnawing at me—I couldn't tell if digging up the corpse had been the right decision.

Suddenly, the sky churned with storm clouds; countless lightning bolts intertwined, forming the faint silhouette of a colossal human face.

Inside, I clearly saw two people with identical faces—the only difference being that one face looked more agonized, as if struggling desperately to break free, urgently trying to escape from within the pupil.

Although Shangguan Lan didn't want Zhou Zhou Zixuan to worry too much about him, he desperately needed comfort now—and especially since the one offering it was someone he deeply trusted—Shangguan Lan couldn't help but shed tears within Zhou Zhou Zixuan's embrace.

Upon hearing Sheng Fenghua's words, Gu Shaoyang was startled, a pang of regret stirring in his heart. He had been so focused on making trouble for Sheng Fenghua that he forgot the man was now a prisoner.

"Sister Feng!" Seeing Ye Feng return safely, who knew how much Chu Yu longed to abandon all her reserve and throw herself into Ye Feng's arms.

After several hours, Fang Jinzhi arrived at Yunxin Temple with Huaiying—three years had passed since they last met. She had grown more mature, her face gaunt, her body slender, appearing even more capable; when she saw Zhao Gou before her, her gaze turned complex—filled with sorrow, longing, and excitement.

He sprinted wildly, encountering many students along the way; though he didn't deliberately listen, he could still faintly hear snippets.

The souls endlessly reincarnating across the Three Realms and Six Paths are not, as the Buddhist teachings claim, eternal and unchanging entities—nor are they unique creations of some primordial creator.

A hair's breadth off, and the error becomes a thousand miles. Saien's decades of battle instinct saved him—he narrowly avoided the vital spot at his heart.

To perfectly portray what everyone believed to be Qingbai's self-inspired masterpiece—the strongest intellectual representation in animation history—the Hua Hun team revised the script countless times, finally passing review by every single person in the company and officially scheduling it for summer release.

Before leaving, he handed the Array Tablet to Shen Yin and the others, telling them they could give some to their own relatives or friends.

EVA aired nationwide TV commercials during the final phase of FZ's broadcast, gaining initial recognition; combined with Qingbai's household-name status and his attitude toward EVA, viewers naturally began comparing the two anime.

Li Hao didn't attack the two innocent people—he didn't even know them, they posed no threat; what would killing them accomplish?

"Create a being capable of killing yourself?" Wu He Shidao, listening to Chonggong Zhen Shi's account, was utterly stunned—he had never imagined his own creation had such a purpose.

Even the Holy Warriors chasing demons couldn't help but turn back; even demons fleeing in terror couldn't help but lift their heads—every being saw the chaotic clouds part, and a brilliant star slowly descending.

As his words ended, everyone's expression darkened, especially the middle-aged man, whose face turned utterly grim.

The Prince said last night that he would sponsor him for an official post; since ordinary people cannot serve as Prince's Chief Steward, the Prince didn't want the Ministry of Personnel to send someone, so he decided to promote him himself.

Now, Ye Chen has gathered the entire divine nation's momentum and become the Lord of Wuya; Ye Feili has no more ties and wishes to venture out and pursue great ambitions.

Xin Qing couldn't help thinking of herself, then remembered she and Ying Qingcang still had no idea what their situation was—suddenly, the future felt bleak, compounded by that mysterious childhood friend whose origins remained unknown.

Wan Boss ignored him, walked straight upstairs, opened his door—the room was silent, only a faint breathing sound coming from the bed. The man's eyes darkened as he saw scattered clothes on the floor and the curvaceous silhouette on the bed.

Watching the hot soup slowly flow into Luo Hengji's mouth, Zhong Xinqi's eyes sparkled with unusual light, her heart swelling with excitement.

But it had nothing to do with them—the appearance of the Great Axe had stripped them of their chance to compete.

"Since your mind is made up, I won't dissuade you. Here are five hundred Spirit Stones—consider them your payment for this alchemical endeavor." Master Fang waved his hand, and a pile of strange stones radiating pure spiritual energy appeared out of thin air.

"Seclusion?" Han Ning felt a pang of regret—now he'd lost someone to talk to, and Sun Lao often wandered off; that left him even more bored.

It could be said that, aside from the one technique—One Year, One Withering, One Life Exchanged for Another—Ye Qiu's most devastating sword strike to date.

"Hmph! You won't get a single word out of me! My identity—you're not worthy to know it!" The black-clad man sneered with contempt, fixing Ye Lingtian with a cold stare.

There was nothing else to do but wait for Miao Miao to emerge—the school bell rang, and Ban Deng had no choice but to return to class.

Shake the tree a few times, and a flood of pink peach blossoms would scatter from the branches, perfectly carried by the wind above the hot spring.