Chapter 550

Xiao Yu hesitated for an instant, halted her ascent, and did not ascend against the spiritual energy waterfall to trace its source.

Because it was slowly descending.

From a height of a hundred zhang, it drifted gently toward the ground.

As the spiritual energy waterfall gradually dissipated, a pale green pearl, the size of a sea bowl, hovered ten zhang above the ground.

Though the spiritual energy waterfall had vanished, fine threads of spiritual energy still curled around it.

Xiao Yu and the demons all understood: just now it had spat

Then she observed the surroundings again and saw a massive stone cave entrance on one side of the gorge; she directed the Peng bird to fly over.

Nangong Yunyao merely smiled faintly at his words; though this was not a good answer, she reluctantly accepted it and turned her gaze toward the others.

The biggest problem was that He Jiaoyu did not know what kind of person Chou Tixue was or what he liked.

"This beast was originally at the mid-level of Second Rank; after being corrupted by demonic qi, its cultivation surged—it may now rival a high-level Second Rank demon beast," said Guanglingzi.

Ning Xiu commissioned a mold master to craft a set of molds according to his needs: beakers, flasks, measuring cylinders, and test tube shapes.

Imagining the grandeur of unifying the realm, Lü Shu suddenly felt a longing for an era that could forge heroes.

Others may think that way—they went to great lengths for your friendship—but you cannot think that way; you must think about how to repay them.

Karl would not immediately demand those unmistakable magical materials; instead, he disguised them as ingredients for knightly auxiliary potions. In truth, knightly auxiliary potions are themselves a form of magical potion, merely called something else to avoid suspicion—many base ingredients are shared.

Mrs. Lorris's servant delivered the invitation and departed with polite grace. Karl turned to enter Uncle John's tavern, ready to feast again and fill his empty stomach.

"You've got some taste—placing flowers here makes it much cozier. You're thoughtful!" Xi Chen chuckled lightly, her voice calm, her eyes cool as water, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Liu Yi smiled and pulled another stack of pure white paper from his satchel, along with a brush and a cake of pine-soot ink. He carefully pounded the soft ink evenly onto the character mold for a long while, then gently laid a sheet of paper atop it and brushed it twice with force. When he lifted the paper, twelve clear characters—"Ping Shang Qu Ru Dong Nan Xi Bei Jin Mu Shui Huo"—were printed upon it.

"Smash it. Smashed it," Feng Yingying said in astonishment; she truly didn't understand what this man was saying.

Saying this, the others also withdrew in haste—no one knew whether they rushed off to seize treasures in the Chaos or to protect their own cultivation grounds—but their departure finally eased the demons' tension; at least they had preserved their lives now.

Feng Ning's vigilance had long since become familiar to Xiao Wen and Cai Linfeng; the three continued walking through the forest in a triangular formation, waiting for the examiner to appear and announce the end of the test.

This was the newspaper's report on the recent incident in Wuli Village, but Lin Hongfei and An Lele knew the matter involved far too many hidden elements; though some regret remained, it did not prevent them from celebrating heartily.

The result both amazed and humiliated Lan Di; comparing the two, he could not help but blush secretly.

But when he turned back, his smile froze. Cai Qi was glaring at him with bulging eyes, silencing his words before they could leave his mouth; he awkwardly stared at Cai Qi.

After all, until this point in the playoffs, the Cleveland Cavaliers had yet to lose a single game this postseason.

They had consistently won every match, each one seeming effortless. Their opponents, meanwhile, were already unnerved before even facing them.

"Strange—where exactly is Mo Ming Lake? I've never heard of it before?" said the muscular man Jiang Gan; he had not spoken up in a long time.

Because this mountain resembled a dam, and behind it lay a vast river—but beside it stood a towering stone stele inscribed with the characters "Dragon Pond."

"The Seventh Domain… wait for me there. Though my focus isn't to meet you, I still want to know: what exactly is your identity?" Ye Fei's eyes flashed with resolve.

"I'll check the fingerprints on the envelope and paper first," Wu Yong muttered to himself, pulling out a magnifying glass he had prepared in advance and moving it repeatedly over the envelope and paper, searching for fingerprints or other traces left by the letter's writer.

The old lady had prepared a full table of delicious food—exotic delicacies that made one's mouth water: giant king crabs, huge lobsters, everything imaginable.

After all, others had gone to great lengths, venturing deep into the mountains to retrieve the inheritance stele for him; this reward was deserved. Without their protection, Mu Tian might have perished in a spiritual beast's belly while meditating on the stele.

Su He Gui commanded twenty thousand fierce cavalry, the main force of Tuyuhun; though the Khan held thirty thousand royal cavalry, he dared not rebuke him harshly, sending only gentle envoys to urge him under the pretense of checking on his well-being—yet even this provoked complaints, and some openly cursed the Khan.

Wu Dahua clenched his fist; just as he was about to ask for the third time, Han Zhiyan's phone rang.

"Who's ahead? Move aside! Move aside!" The cavalry spotted Lin Yi's carriage and shouted loudly.