Chapter 120: The Blind Monk

Although he did not know what trouble had befallen the Sect Master, this old demon had finally relented and told Chen Ye the superior method of body refinement.

Ordinary Gangsha body refinement involves using the highly toxic Gangsha energy to destroy flesh and blood, then nurturing regeneration with spiritual energy.

This process of breaking before rebuilding makes the physical body stronger and extends lifespan; however, since it only refines the skin and flesh first, refining the internal organs later becomes extremely difficult, resulting in an imperfect body refinement.

Superior body refinement also relies on this principle, only the direction is reversed.

In contrast to Shangguan Qingyuan's nervousness, Yan Yan Tianming appeared far more composed; the chess game he had carefully arranged for two years was on the verge of a complete victory, so even if Shangguan Haoyan counterattacked now, would it make any difference?

Yet at that moment, I did not show my emotions, because I knew that if Lin Qiaoman saw me sad, she would be even sadder than I was.

The purple skeleton had donned a disguise here; in another direction, a one-eyed undead creature wore a cold sneer, its single blood-red eye now blindingly bright, emitting a dazzling radiance.

Yan Yan Tianming knew that if the Green Dragon had simply vanished before Yan Xiao Qingcheng, her nature would have burdened her with lifelong guilt; thus, he preserved the Green Dragon's final wisp of soul, though at that time, he did not know what use this solitary remnant could possibly serve.

Just as they hesitated, the black man behind them stepped forward a few paces, gazing at the cloud of smoke before him with an unreadable expression.

Zhang Ting was new and had consistently poor sales performance, ranking among the weakest at the car dealership; upon hearing the request to purchase an Audi A7, she felt a slight shock and a flash of joy crossed her eyes, but upon seeing their appearance, a hint of disappointment flickered through, well concealed and unnoticed by anyone.

"No wonder his Healing Art is so extraordinary after becoming the Needle King!" Master Zhiyun exclaimed in admiration; compared to Zhong Hao's age, he placed even greater faith in Zhong Hao's identity as the successor of the Needle King.

Beneath the deep sea lay a cave dwelling, perpetually shrouded by waves, rendering its existence invisible to outsiders.

Young Master Suola might be impressive, but compared to Maha, a figure of overwhelming power and influence, there was simply no comparison; with merely a flick of Maha's finger, Suola's entire clan would be reduced to ashes.

Slightly below sat the faction of Chu Jingyun; everyone seated upon the high platform belonged to the direct line, with not a single member from the Chu family's collateral branches outside the two main clans.

Having spoken, Wuchen unleashed an overbearing and awe-inspiring aura; the spacious room shifted forms and shadows, transporting them to another spacetime where gravity instantly multiplied dozens of times, making even a single step as difficult as climbing a mountain.

"Shopkeeper, why are you here?" I stood stunned for a moment, never having expected the Shopkeeper to appear in this place.

"I don't know what you're talking about; I just ate a bowl of spicy hot pot. Who have I offended? I'm calling the police." Saying this, the man took out his mobile phone, intending to dial the authorities.

"Right, right, I almost forgot the main matter!" Only then did he obediently let Su Rong lead him, strolling slowly forward.

At that moment, Sister Rong slammed the dice cup down; Wu Xie's ear twitched, and he loudly declared, "This time, I'm betting all five million!" before picking up five chips from the table.

"If Brother Ji tells you to take it, then take it. Also, bring out some good food; we're having a late-night snack here!" A young man standing behind Brother Ji picked up five hundred yuan from the table and stuffed it into the Shopkeeper's bosom.

However, Gao Pengyi immediately grabbed me, saying, "You stay put; let Sun Gang go," while giving me a meaningful glance and nodding toward a middle-aged Japanese man in a kimono nearby, his implication clear without words.

The boxing ring stood approximately two meters high, flanked by concrete steps and two iron gates, which served as the entrance for both competitors.

Everyone who heard this felt ashamed; these mysterious and tempting caves were truly not to be trifled with, yet the pair of ancient bronze swords still held great appeal for most people.