Chapter 470: The Storm of Blood and Wind Is Coming

Qingyuan Sect has fully entered a period of explosive growth.

This seems incredible, yet it is perfectly normal.

Beyond one’s innate talent and root quality, cultivation requires nothing more than the four essentials: wealth, companions, teachings, and location.

Wealth: cultivation resources.

Qingyuan Sect has seized all the opportunities at the bottom of Xuanwu Lake; its cultivation resources are so abundant that even Xuantian Pavilion, with twenty thousand years of heritage, pales in comparison.

Companions: cultivation partners and guiding teachers.

Previously, Qing

After she turned off the bedroom heater, the entire house grew icy cold; a cup of boiled water and a bottle of medicine sat on the nightstand—left behind by Lingjie, whom Yan Jue never forgot to care for, always maintaining excellent safety measures.

She never mustered the courage to pull the trigger, and he seemed certain she wouldn’t, which was why he had placed the gun in her hands.

Moments later, all the leaders of these sects departed, and the remaining crowd grew calm, especially Jian Ming, whose expression was utterly serene.

He lowered his gaze to himself, seriously considering whether he should wrap a scarf around his waist after his bath—after all, his new wife seemed quite pleased with his physique.

Later, he realized that those who had embraced you, held your hand, sung with you, shed tears with you, loved you, and all that was called “the past”—that was happiness.

Alright, if this isn’t true love, and if you don’t understand love, then is it simply about catering to their tastes, knowing when to give and when to hold back, mastering presentation and tactics, being generous and wealthy?

That location not only stored vast quantities of military supplies but, under the labor of local residents, had also developed a deep trench system.

“Hum~~” This was the vibration of stone—a phantom, non-existent stone emitted an unusual trembling sound! Slowly, a golden crack emerged upon the stone—the faint, elusive crack seen from afar must have been this very thing.

“Accept the Supreme Demon Lord’s inheritance; your next heavenly tribulation shall bring advancement.” The voice ended as a dark glow entered Zhou Liang’s demonic spiritual sense.

After asking Shi Lao, Gu Feng learned the wall’s stone was not “Heavenly Eye Stone,” otherwise it could not have shown only the first and second floors of the hall without piercing through other private booths.

“With you like this, still any record company willing to take you?” Wei Ye was astonished, his tone laced with clear disdain.

The Ye and Song families had no objections to this; though it pained them, they would first get their son back.

When Wang Ning said that, I felt something was off, and hurriedly followed her to the room she shared with Liu Yueyue to check.

But when she saw Zhang Youde sitting there with his haughty expression, a knot of anger formed in her chest; suddenly, a brilliant idea struck her—this thought filled her with excitement, and she could no longer bear to stay another moment.

A alchemy prodigy—even a genius among geniuses—could not possibly master the method of refining a Void Spirit Divine Pill within just a few years.

Of course, some had obtained heavenly-grade herbs in the Myriad Ancient Herb Garden and soared to unprecedented heights.

“Xingxing, have you thought clearly—do you like him, or don’t you?” Tang Yu’s voice dropped low, thick with danger.

Qin Qi and Qin Mohan searched the surroundings for stragglers based on the red dots on the screen, while Gu Xinyue and the other two used mechanical battle armor to gather scattered corpses.

The Grand Elder and several Anmen clan chieftains personally carried Qin Mohan and Qin Qi’s stretchers in the center.

At that moment, Li Tianfeng felt a sharp pain, as if needles had pierced his skull; he let out a pained groan, a faint trickle of red seeping from his lips.

“We can’t let them keep making the same mistakes—we have to pull them back from this wrong path,” the grandmother disagreed with Lin Hongyan’s mother.

I recalled that humiliating, heart-wrenching scene in Guonan County; my nose grew sharp with sorrow, my eyes welled up, and I could not speak—only nodded sadly.