Chapter 604

The mountains and rivers of Xishu transformed into a python dragon, which should have left Xiao Yu deeply confused.

Because this was her first time encountering such a situation, she had no experience whatsoever.

Yet she only froze for an instant, and within her heart, she naturally understood the origin of the one-clawed dragon.

It was not the dragon qi of the Li family of Xishu, yet it contained the dragon vein of Xishu.

It was the total convergence of the heavenly, earthly, and human fortune of Xishu.

This one-clawed dragon was Xishu itself.

Bao

Just as the old man was sinking into despair, a song suddenly rang out outside the house, and the seven or eight men walking toward the door instantly stopped.

Mu Jinghong understood Situ Qianchen—he would never do anything without certainty, so his poisoning could not be so simple; unfortunately, he had yet to find evidence, or else he would have exposed his true face before Ling Jian Tong.

It seemed he had truly been infected by the old man's simplicity; indeed, proximity to vermilion stains red, proximity to ink stains black—the ancients were right after all.

Ye Meixuan had never endured such exertion; after running a while, she could no longer go on. Liu Fei said nothing, scooped her up by the waist, and sprinted toward the forest.

Li Hexian held the gourd in his palm, and instantly his arm grew heavy; the jade ground beneath his feet cracked with a sharp snap, spiderwebbing into fissures.

Yet the blood vortex naturally purified everything—any living being entering it was instantly refined into slag, its purest blood and magic power absorbed into Li Hexian's body.

Rong Xun was also bewildered; she had never heard of any of this before. Was being a celebrity really so hard? Even someone like Rong Lang could be spoken of this way—it left her feeling uneasy.

The man was handsome, dressed in a white long robe, radiating an air of approachability, yet within that warmth lay a hint of "no false intentions," even an irresistible aura.

All these changes occurred in the blink of an eye; by the time Long Aolong, the Daoist, and Zhou Zhen's men realized what had happened, Zhou Zhen was already spewing large gouts of blood from his mouth.

Although the two had been extremely cautious on their journey, they were still discovered—but it was pure coincidence. A complete coincidence, because Ye Yu had encountered Ling Ming, who had come out specifically to seek Ye Yu for revenge after hearing he was here, but had just been told it was a misunderstanding.

"Are you going to jump from here? If so, count me in." Zhou Yingying turned her head toward the window, thinking that if she jumped out of it too, she wouldn't have to think about so many things anymore.

"Just come over and see—it's not that hard. What are you dawdling for?" The student beside him, clearly irritated after being doused with cold water by the long-haired student, cursed harshly.

Opposite him sat Baiteng, who had run errands all day; his expression discontented, he snatched up the wine goblet and drained its contents in one gulp. Still not satisfied, he grabbed the nearby red wine, refilled the glass, and drank it down again.

After speaking, Wu Song walked straight out of the tent. Guan Sheng, Zhu Tong, and Hua Rong, seeing this, had no idea what Wu Song was thinking.

Su Shixian had pondered deeply: Furong Island was heavily guarded; without Rui'an's summons, he could not set foot inside, making it impossible to fulfill Su Ziqin's heavy trust. To achieve twice the result with half the effort, he could only rely on Banxia's help.

The shopkeeper lifted the large-bellied porcelain wine jug and poured a cup for the middle-aged man, who repeatedly thanked him and reached out both hands to receive it. As their hands crossed, the middle-aged man's sleeve twitched slightly, and something slid from his palm to the shopkeeper's.

The final method—the most formidable—throughout history, only a handful had achieved it: without any external aid, using only one's own physical body and combat power to forcibly shatter the gate of divine power into nothingness.

At this very moment, above Wenren Muling's head, a blood-red cloud spanning nearly a hundred zhang appeared, and heaven and earth simultaneously emitted a mournful cry.

"It's settled then. I'll have Xu Heilian get you a student ID badge!" Cai Yuanjun said.

The demon-slaying mirror, which Huang Jinpeng had clutched tightly, finally slipped from his palm, clattering to the ground. In its reflection, the giant bird representing Huang Jinpeng's soul-form now had a flaming wooden sword piercing its chest, and its radiant feathers were gradually fading.

In those days, Bai Yutang's cultivation was still behind Qiao Naihe's, yet their bond ran deep; Qiao Naihe occasionally offered guidance to Bai Yutang with the mindset of mentoring a junior, so Bai Yutang's techniques, moves, and magic treasure refinement inevitably bore traces of Qiao Naihe's influence.

"Yes, a true story. A child was frightened to death by his own biological father, and he spent his whole life wanting revenge. But in the end, he learned his father was the very cause of his death. Nini, if it were you, what would you do?" Long Yang posed the question to Nini.

The black skull slowly struck the first Luosheng Gate; the ghostly heads on the gate suddenly twisted into grotesque expressions, and a low moan, as if rising from hell, issued from them, causing the black skull to hesitate.

The competition hadn't even begun, yet the air was thick with tension; spectators buzzed with excitement. Student duels—even deadly ones—were common in the academy, but a cooking contest? This was the first time.

Li Huo—who was he? Once a mighty warrior famed across the land, devoted to the people, revered by all, he had guarded the borders for years alongside Generals Xi and Chao, exhausting himself for the state; even the Emperor respectfully called him Old General. Who would dare defy him? The hundred thousand Red Army and million border troops were no paper soldiers. With his aid, what was there to fear?

Morning sunlight pierced through the mountain mist and struck the wooden stakes at the camp's perimeter; the extinguished bonfire still emitted thin wisps of smoke.

He performed the seventy-two ancestral knife techniques from start to finish, each motion fierce and powerful, drawing crowds of early-rising villagers who stopped to watch and cheer loudly.

Due to his parents' prolonged hospitalization, Liang Qiushi had spent over half a year in the hospital; as the saying goes, prolonged illness breeds a good doctor. As a family member, Liang Qiushi had absorbed countless half-baked medical facts through observation and hearsay, but what left the deepest impression on him was how money flowed like water in every major treatment.

"Go and break through! There's the most spiritual energy around the Sect Master. I don't want to see you now," Liu Liangxiang said, looking utterly defeated.

He had once maintained some contact with this uncle; later, when Zhao Qingcang joined the army in Liaozhou and he went to Jian'an, they saw less of each other. Thinking back, he suddenly remembered this uncle and felt the urge to visit him.

As a pirate supernova with a bounty of over a hundred million, Baki possessed pride equal to his bounty.