Chapter 422: Transmission

Returning to Qingyuan Mountain, Xia Daoming gathered seven array experts from the four major sects.

Four from the Qisha Sect, and one each from the other three sects.

Among them, Luo Fei was a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Given the critical nature of the teleportation array, Xia Daoming naturally seized a strand of each of the other six’s life-spirit souls.

With so many hands, and especially with Luo Fei—a Nascent Soul-level array expert—many tasks could be entrusted to her, greatly easing Xia Daoming’s burden.

Lin Feng nodded slightly; he had already achieved his goal of sowing discord among Zuo Xunhuan’s subordinates, so he said no more and rose to leave.

Zhou Mo had never imagined that Matthew would curse in such a tone—his voice, faint as a thread, drifted out, and as he watched the police carry out each body wrapped in white cloth and lay them beside the street, his eyes unconsciously shimmered with tears.

About ten minutes later, the two giants who had been wandering with the mammoth finally returned to the campfire, while the mammoth itself went far off to the grassland, finding a lush patch to rest.

Ya had never walked at night; her seventeen years of life had been peaceful and calm, and her father had never let her suffer.

“I am Li Bin, Sect Master of the Futo Sect of Lingnan. I have long heard that the silk of Bazhou is unmatched in the world, and that Ning Yi, head of the Silk Guild, possesses unrivaled weaving skills. Today, I have come to broaden my horizons.” Li Bin said politely.

Even Li Bin had not expected Jiang Chen to be so weak—he collapsed after only a few exchanges.

“I never consider whether I can defeat someone. If he offends me, I will fight him to the death, no matter who he is.” Lin Feng said coldly, a heavy aura of killing intent flashing deep in his eyes.

“If the old madam trusts me, please never use this ointment again.” She shook her head; specialized dentists were rare in this era, and toothaches were not even regarded as illnesses worthy of attention—hence why this concoction had fooled the old madam of the city lord’s mansion.

It goes without saying that Liu Ruxi hated Nan Gong Bing to the extreme—even refusing to sit at the table where Nan Gong Bing had eaten. After all, Nan Gong Bing had wronged Liu Ruxi so grievously that her reaction was entirely understandable.

Qingliang Tea House was a classical building, entirely constructed from various woods, and its interior greenery was also impressive, surrounded by birdsong and floral fragrance, making it clearly an upscale place.

When the host excitedly announced the winner’s name, the crowd erupted in cheers.

As soon as the poison master finished speaking, Yu Yao immediately gripped the fur on his back, and then felt herself lift into the air like a kite.

As this authority grew, as the plague in Mianxiong City finally ended, people increasingly spoke of “Holy Light” rather than “Great Spirit.”

If Jiang Ruoyun’s pure snow lotus had not been flawed, the prince would not have fallen ill, nor would he have flown into rages. As the prince’s personal guard, he had endured many beatings and scoldings because of the prince’s recent bout of diarrhea.

Having finished speaking, Hao Bing leapt into the sea and shot downward with a swift whoosh, startling the black-and-white sea beasts passing beneath the ship.

After evolving, it gained a new ability, but the details were too obscure—even its master, Yu Ze, could not fully comprehend them in a short time.

The patent model meant exactly what it sounded like: Ma Shao needed to provide a pair of jeans with rivets installed, as a concrete example.

After all, if they later claimed, “We risked our lives inside to seize resources, while you sat outside enjoying the fruits,” how could the other peaks possibly demand a share of those resources?

Even every full moon night over the past five years, Jiang Wan Tong had needed to suppress the ice-fire malevolence coursing through her body with spiritual power.