Chapter 751: The Blood Spirit Wine Is Delicious

「Burp~~ Hssss~~~」

After drinking nearly a liter of wine, Xiao Yu set down the wine gourd, let out a burp, and exhaled a puff of wine fragrance.

In her early years, she interrogated the Deer Demon Chi Lingzi about the Blood Spirit Scripture and learned that the cultivation of the Great Sun Spirit Jujube was linked to the Blood Spirit Scripture. Last year, she traveled to Yanwang's Nose Ridge, eradicated Chi Lingzi's entire clan, and seized numerous demonic spiritual items and secret techniques.

This batch of "human blood wine" used some of the "blood

The Stick Clan is wildly arrogant and brutal in this southern district, and they never forgive even the smallest slight. Who in the southern district, aside from a few gangs, dares to provoke them?

Murong Longcheng's voice rang out: divine artifacts possess sentience; the saying "the virtuous shall possess them" means the divine artifact chooses its master.

Situ Qianchen's ambition had swollen to the point of wanting to become emperor himself; to preserve the Mu family's empire, Zhang Meng could only choose to ally with Hua Yue.

"Here, Zi Qi, these are the Mandarinduck Twin Blades—perfect for you." Inside the courtyard, Su Xiao was carefully distributing weapons.

The crowd gradually dispersed. Only the Wolf Clan and Ox Clan took their allotted spiritual remedies immediately; the other clans chose to store theirs here for now, deciding what to do upon their return.

Luo Li found this normal: the stork females taken by force would naturally be terrified, and upon discovering the Eagle Clan had no shamans, they would feel utterly hopeless—bound daily for mating, their chances of bearing healthy offspring were naturally low.

Don't blame me for not warning you—keep shaking like that. Maybe someday you'll earn the title "Shaker Brother."

The outer sect of Fengyun Sect can generally be divided into four zones: the cultivation zone, the martial training zone, the service zone, and the most important combat zone.

Of course, when life is in extreme danger, you must still use it—even if the whole world stands against you? If you don't use it now, you die now; if you use it, you live. What happens later? That's for later.

"No, it was Sister Li who said it," Jin Ying rubbed against the Herbal Elder, wriggling her body. "She said the troops must follow orders, that battles require tactics, not just charging in blindly—just like hunting requires skill and weapons."

Ding Ning was a great demon in his past life, having killed countless people. Though he has been reborn and returned to the cultivation world, that doesn't mean he's now turned over a new leaf and stopped killing altogether.

The young black-clad man tossed all the corpses outside; Lin handled the cleanup, while Xu Ping repaired the windows.

Ding Ning simply couldn't understand why Yuan Shanshan liked to go to such a noisy bar and drink two glasses when she was in a bad mood—didn't she fear encountering thugs?

"I don't even know how it happened—I've forgotten how I even got this cover," Liu Meilin said nervously and fearfully.

Hearing Zhang Liang's words, everyone was stunned: just moments ago he'd said not to fight a decisive battle, yet now he'd suddenly deployed his entire hundred-thousand-strong army.

The two said little; their thoughts were on what they had obtained from Yun Du. Yun Cang held the technique bead, sank into his mind, and delved into the technique known as the Great Thunder Extreme Seal.

The old man and the boy parted with reluctance, agreeing to meet again in a few days. Shi Bao tucked away the Yuan Spirit Ring and headed straight for the residence of the fat tattoo master Dong Meng. But Dong Meng the demon master was not at home—the boy guarding the courtyard told him the demon master had been away for a month and had not yet returned.

"Could this… also be the voice of a mission participant?" Li Su thought to himself. He had entered ten mission worlds before—how was it that they were all first-timers?

Ding Ning felt he had simply cleared away trash—such cruel demonic cultivators could never be killed too many times.

Old Zhong walked behind the counter, pulled out a ledger, raised his hand, and gestured for Xu Ping to come over.

Zhou Fengchen pinched his chin, thinking: this might be a good way to blend into this world—but the danger level is probably high. Maybe… take it one step at a time?