Chapter 102: Respect Life, But Do Not Empathize

"Awakened ability? Is this power granted by the king spirit you worship?" Gui Ji asked curiously; she had never seen such a peculiar source of faith-based power before.

A Kun suddenly looked up at Fu Can and saw his expression was more solemn than ever before.

"Stop, murderous monk! This monk will answer your question!" At this critical moment, a deep voice suddenly rang in, shaking the meditation hall with a resonant hum. The monks, upon hearing it, spontaneously parted to form a path, revealing the guest monk Xuan Zang, dusty and weary, arriving before the dais.

Li Mingxue sensed that the enemy before her was no ordinary foe; she immediately unleashed her skill—the Water Curtain Great Illusion Realm: Mirror Flower Water Moon.

As for the current encirclement tactic, it was clearly meant to drive her into an ambush. Before confirming where the Japanese and puppet forces would set their trap, Li Ziyuan knew it was extremely dangerous to make a decision based solely on the current intelligence.

Shangguan Zisu shook her head: "No, don't die, do you understand? Immortals cannot die—only ash and dust vanish. Don't die." She looked at Yun Mo: "I beg you, save her. I beg you, remove the seal on her body. I'll kowtow to you." Saying this, she bowed low and kowtowed before Yun Mo.

But Gu Lingge was no fool; since the item was now in her hands, escaping unscathed was impossible. "Already disposed of," Gu Lingge said calmly. She would not admit she had used the liquid that melted them to nourish her Yuan Luo Flower.

Yet during training, the farm work for self-reliance and land reclamation could not be neglected. This concerned whether they could genuinely ease the burden on the common people during this year's great disaster. Li Ziyuan even proposed a slogan: this year, achieve self-sufficiency in winter vegetables; next year's grain, half self-sufficiency.

He shuddered violently, black light exploding from his entire body, waves of chilling energy surging forth. With one palm thrust forward, the countless black rays contracted instantly into a massive black sphere, hurtling toward Fu Can.

The so-called gravel and stones were like giant stars—enormous spherical lightning bolts; even a single wisp of their overflow could shatter a Formation Refinement cultivator. Too terrifying.

"Isn't the wine right there? If you have hands, why don't you get it yourself?" Mu Yunqing said, then walked listlessly to a giant window nearby, watching the arena's spectacle.

"What are you doing again, Fu Qishan? Don't push your luck—you've been given three shades of color and now you're painting a whole tapestry!" Sheng Zhenguo frowned and yanked Fu Qishan back.

On the other side, Zhao Tianxiong's opponent was a muscular powerhouse wrapped in black mist, yet also surrounded by a faint crimson aura forming a halo; merely his movement caused the ground to tremble slightly—frightening beyond measure.

The she-wolf seemed to understand, looking at Han Yingxue. She lifted her chin slightly and blinked her beautiful eyes.

For a moment, major sects all issued statements from their top leaders, offering conditions to Light Spirit Root cultivators so dazzling they blinded onlookers.

Zhou An stepped out from behind the screen beside the alchemical furnace, his expression serious; at this moment, he could not show weakness, or it would seem strangely unnatural.

It was a blue bird, inlaid with brilliant gems whose radiance emitted seven-colored light, illuminating a void in the darkness.

Among these people, he was the poorest, possessing only four prescriptions, one of which was Stop Bleeding Powder.

With this growth rate, within a decade or two, Shen Ao would produce another Ice Attribute Master.

The brothers chatted for a while, exchanged intelligence, but could not figure out why Liu Xijun was willing to intervene and wade into Xiao Family's murky waters.

Yet Tan Dajie watched every move he made with unwavering focus, her hands occasionally mimicking the motions, finally nodding repeatedly.

Even the elders who had previously despised Yue Feng were now excited, for they all knew that with such a powerful figure present, Zhou Shan Sect had its anchor.

Su Yunliang ignored the gazes of these people and had no interest in guessing what they thought inside.

Then he stopped. Abruptly, this detective, growing older yet increasingly stubborn and inflexible, forcibly restrained his out-of-control body, disregarding the immense damage it would cause him, and simply halted—ending the ballet performance.

The Yan Family's wealth and influence could be said to rival few other noble clans in Beihai, or even throughout Zhongnan Province. If one could align with the Yan Family, it would truly be a meteoric rise to glory.

"One two three heave, one two three heave," Zijin chanted as he chopped at the stone block's "pork."

A sword—the Flame Sword—formed from golden, ink-like flames, radiating mysterious and wondrous flowing flames, not any ordinary fire.

His gaze was cold and sharp; even a single glance from him silenced everyone present, who lowered their heads in silence.

"Then what is the purpose of occupying the Void Realm? Just for these Spirit Void Shadows?" Qin Yuan asked.

"Holy Transmission Spiritual Energy, Nine Directions Emperor Heaven, Transform Spirit Spit Lotus, Buddhist Compassion, Lotus Anger, Buddha Anger Tang Lotus—rise, fight!" Li Yi and the others instantly raised their voices in unison toward the heavens.

Ning Chenyang and Ye Lai arrived before the pond. Ning Chenyang looked down—the water was crystal clear, yet not a single fish could be seen inside.

Fully relaxed, Yue Mochen gradually lay upon the tree trunk, gazing up at the night sky as he closed his eyes and slipped into a long-unfelt deep sleep.

Yet he knew clearly in his heart that in this world, there was no regret pill; his only option now was to listen to his father's advice and suggestions.

But Bai Qianqian could not understand why her parents had acted this way.

Wu Lai and Gao Xin: "Sister, in the time ahead, the four of us will enjoy ourselves well here."

Originally, Yue Mochen had planned to train, but his neighbor—a boy from the same cohort who had taken the examination—was waiting outside his door.

Dian Wei's death did not draw attention from Lu Yi's people; in their eyes, Dian Wei's death was merely an accident. Even Dian Wei himself had believed his luck was simply terrible.

Tang Yunshuang's reaction was not what Jin Nanming expected—no cunning? No scheming? No flattery? Jin Nanming found no trace of any such traits on Tang Yunshuang.

This was something ordinary people could not comprehend, yet it truly existed, providing Li Xing with abundant emotional nourishment.

Perhaps lacking the courage to mend emotional rifts and stand together through storms until white-haired old age is simply not enough love.