Chapter 145: [Artifact Spirit] (7700 words)

"We plan to rest for two days before settling the score with General Kurt. What about you? Do you still intend to help us?" Ryan retorted.

As the true qi circulated through his body along the pathways of the Nine Yang Divine Art again and again, the scant amount of attribute-less true qi Li Qiang had cultivated via the Vein-Expansion Technique rapidly melted like snow exposed to the sun, gradually merging into a distinct true qi: Nine Yang True Qi.

"Damn it, hold the line for me!" Grandpa Wuhen roared in anger, but no one paid him any mind; now everyone wanted to flee for their lives, and who would still risk their life for him?

Against his usual nature, Li Qiang blew out a breath for a full three minutes before stopping. Normally, Li Qiang retained the inherent reserve of Easterners and would not lecture his teammates ahead of the coach. But he was probably too depressed just now; the frustration pent up in his belly finally burst forth.

After a brief pause, Qian Cheng formulated the guild's slogan. Once set, the system prompt arrived as expected.

Could his body... have been continuously producing new blood to replenish the amount already lost?

I don't think so. I think that should just be a simple spiritual solace. True superstition belongs to those who entrust everything to deities; those people, I feel, are the truly superstitious ones.

"Stop killing people." Looking at Li Mengmeng's blood-stained clothes, I said softly.

However, Serahi did not know that the current Sawen had released a vast amount of spiritual power he had never attempted before. Such consumption far exceeded his own cultivation, causing immense harm to his body; one could even say he was burning his life force.

I just asked how Xue Xin School was. Xue Xin said the school curriculum was quite boring, but there were a few interesting things.

After dinner, Zhuo Ziyang thoughtfully escorted Luo Lian home. Today was different from the usual; during this meal, amidst laughter and conversation, Luo Lian's shyness diminished greatly, and she dared to look Zhuo Ziyang in the eye while speaking. In the past, she would only feel shy and particularly embarrassed.

The cold sound of the flute drifted in, crisp and pleasant, like resentment and longing, like weeping and pleading. The lingering notes continued unbroken, like threads of silk.

He always thought he had gradually drawn closer to her, so close that he believed they were inseparable. When they chatted intimately, he even thought he had won her heart. Yet, at some unknown moment, perhaps in the blink of an eye, the distance between him and her would suddenly widen.

The Zhejiang soldiers had long proven their ferocity in countless battles, and history had also proven that even hundreds of years in the future, the training methods of the Zhejiang soldiers would not become obsolete.

However, without following the rules to duel with Lin Shuyue, the position of the person in charge would always lack legitimacy and justification.

Ran Yingjie was straightforward and bold in character, yet also possessed a delicate tenderness; he loved painting and enjoyed appreciating all kinds of artworks.

The firepower of those people was concentrated in the backyard. Walking downstairs, it was still eerily quiet.

Mu Baobao also pondered Nian Ning's words and felt she had considered things quite thoroughly; indeed, Jian Qiu was getting older, and caring for an even more elderly person would be very strenuous.

And just then, Rod discovered a special leaf on a branch above his head.

But her current mental state was indeed poor; the high fever came and went intermittently, and she did not want her parents to worry.

Upon receiving the glance Bach directed at him, or perhaps Bass also thought of the Nine Phoenixes bringing so many Tianchao troops into Batu without them noticing, and Bach's meaningful look seemed to be asking, "Do I lack the code?"

Zhang Donghai knew Wang Peng's nature was upright, so hearing him say this, his heart relaxed somewhat, thinking he merely had a disagreement with Chen Dongjiang and held some views on Chen Dongjiang's character.

And now there was no time to wipe the bloodstains off Zhang Li and the others clean, so for the moment, Zhang Li's side did not hold the initiative.

Xuanyu Yuchen ignored him. Gu Yixiu walked two steps then returned. "By the way, I wanted to inform everyone: Luo Qianhan has run away!" He had forgotten this matter after seeing Gu Liu Mo just now.

Cang Yuan also took the resources and ran, distributing those items to the disciples of the Medicine Sect, then found a spot to begin cultivating.

How could Xu Yang not understand the meaning behind Mu Kun's words? He simply had to return to Shangjing. The Nine Phoenixes had explained how she arrived at the military camp, combined with the fact that he was ambushed on the way to Yuzhou. Xu Yang understood that things would surely be extraordinary at this time; there must be a spy within Tianchao in Batu, and their status and position would not be ordinary.

Just as Lu Xuehua was lost in wild thoughts, the door was gently pushed open, and Liu Qianxue's pretty figure entered. Today was Liu Qianxue's last visit to the hospital; her purpose was to take Lu Xuehua out of the hospital.

When Zhuo Shizhang received Wang Peng's phone call, he had just finished bathing and gotten into bed. After a moment's hesitation, he decided to come out to drink with Wang Peng, asking Wang Peng to wait for him at the Radisson.

Wei Lihuang wanted to arrange a car to send Lu Sixia to Huaxia University. But Lu Sixia insisted on refusing; since she was now a commoner, she should not be too ostentatious.

The stag jumped down, placing itself on the high ground of justice; how could the moon wolf escape? If it did not come down, it would never be able to hold its head up before the stag for the rest of its life.

Pairs of eyes gazed at each other; whether it was Li Ye and Nalan Qingyu, or Fifth Yaohao and the others, ice-cold light appeared in their eyes.