Chapter 577

As a swordsman, how much would you be willing to pay for a Sword Soul?

The answer is one thousand spirit stones!

So Liu Xiaolou had already prepared to empty his coffers, and even set a higher limit in his heart: he could go as high as one thousand eight hundred spirit stones!

He would keep only one thousand spirit stones in his sect for emergencies.

Because spirit stones are common, but Sword Souls are rare; you can earn spirit stones, but Sword Souls come only through fortune—and now was the chance.

Because too many factions were involved, the King of Chu failed to secure a thousand shares, acquiring only five hundred.

Zhao Jianqing felt goosebumps crawl over his skin, wanting to kick her away, but he clenched his teeth, shut his eyes, and lay still on the bed.

The emperor and his brother, who hadn’t seen each other in months, chatted casually, completely forgetting the several eunuchs still bound and kneeling outside the Qianqing Palace. It was only when Crown Prince Zhu Changluo came to inquire that they remembered they still had matters to attend to.

Such as the birth of the imperial examination system, the opening of pathways for talent mobility, the weakening of class rigidity, and the partial reallocation of resources.

Everything around him seemed to sprout fangs, silently opening wide, waiting for the right moment to deliver a fatal strike.

From Jiang Yu’s perspective, she saw an old woman who had risen early to go to the market, carrying a bamboo basket on her wrist and another woven bamboo basket strapped to her back.

At lunchtime, he asked Wo Xiao Jian, and was told that neither he nor any of the servants had seen her; they had searched her room and even the entire villa, but found no trace of her.

She suddenly opened her eyes as if waking from a great dream, only then realizing the donkey cart had entered her courtyard.

Lin Xuan stood atop a large tree and barked a deep command, causing everyone to instinctively fall silent.

The morning passed peacefully; Tao You thought the matter was over, but at the first math class in the afternoon, the homeroom teacher entered the classroom, didn’t rush to teach, instead stared at the seating chart for a long while, then finally looked up.

Seeing this result, Lin Ling cheered wildly, praising the emperor as a wise ruler, not a fool.

“Who are you? Who ordered you to do this?” The purple-clad woman, who had just arrived, frowned sharply and demanded.

Or perhaps physical weakness truly brings emotional fragility; had Brudin Canol known of his brother’s death before succumbing to his terminal illness, even if heartbroken, he would never have lost control of his emotions so utterly.

Yang Qi felt awkward—he was a “god” in name only, knowing few spells and unable to ride clouds or fly on a sword. Could he really transform into a bird using the Eight-Nine Mystic Art to watch the battle? That would be utterly humiliating. Now the Third Prince asked him to take him to observe the fight—what should he do?

He put the remaining half-bone rib into his mouth and gnawed at the meat with his teeth. Though the rib hadn’t been cooked long, it had completely detached from the bone; the meat fell away at the slightest bite.

Health-conscious people would shake their heads at these barbecues, but as young college students with the most freedom to indulge, these bold, flavorful skewers best conquered their palates.

Yet the passage clearly couldn’t allow the enemy to all pass through; perhaps aware of the danger here, they had already sent a single hand to descend first.

Li Zheng’s eight-star monster was effortlessly drained by magical power, then transformed into two cards that flew into Messiah’s hands.

No one connected Yang Xi to the singing Yang Xi; so many luxury cars had just passed—who could believe Yang Xi had walked in so unassumingly?

“Northern demons approach; we are the hosts, so we must welcome them. What do you think, Prince?” Xiang Hao looked at Long Lin.

The front room was large, containing three furnaces blazing fiercely, and on the walls hung a row of exquisitely crafted swords and knives.

“Why are they so terrified now that the Nine Stars have appeared?” Ye Chen didn’t understand. The Nine Stars appear once every few thousand years, bringing no harm—why are they still afraid?

Zhu Tianpeng had once seen the sect’s treasured artifact of the Tai Ping Fu Sect: a banner inscribed with “One Talisman Ensures Peace.” That filthy, tattered cloth banner had somehow protected the old Daoist as he crossed the open sea? Such power truly justified its status as the sect’s treasured artifact.

Boom—Xiang Hao swung a palm through the air at the repulsive creature with a human body and rat’s head. This time, Xiang Hao unleashed his Golden Dao spiritual power, which formed a giant palm in midair, slamming toward the repulsive rat on the war chariot.

It was a bolt from the blue, leaving him stunned. Less than a day later, someone reported that people in Chengdu were already selling shops and property, secretly moving assets to escape the coming war.

“I heard Lü Qiling is stunningly beautiful, but fiercely temperamental—she’s quick to kill anyone who displeases her, so few dare to marry her! Prince Wei planned to arrange the marriage, yet no one accepted. How can you be sure she’ll agree this time?” Wang He shook his head in disbelief.

“Do you still think you’re on the Sea of Mercy, where a single sword lets you roam unchecked?” As Sun Shan spoke, a terrifying spiritual form rose above his head—born of the Fire Dao’s principle, it burned the heavens, melting several great mountains beneath it, horrifying beyond measure.

Above, from within the Wheel of Hell’s Rebirth, four colossal heads slowly emerged, each larger than the entire sky.

“Aren’t you going to ventilate the tomb chamber first?” She Li Yang frowned, deeply disappointed by Wang Pangu’s obvious mistake.

He Ming’an drove, He Xiaoguang sat in the front passenger seat, He Zhenghua and Miao Wanru sat in the back; Miao Wanru was a math teacher at the Second High School of Shanghai.