Chapter 582

Overnight, Liu Xiaolou’s cultivation base surged, equivalent to two years of grueling practice.

Previously, when he was at Mount Shenwu, he had experienced a sudden boost in cultivation—after drinking the Dragon Saliva Plum Soup given by Su Xing, his base increased by one year and four months, and he spent a full day stabilizing and adapting. Now, having just consumed the Heaven’s Foundation Elixir, he hadn’t even caught his breath before Dongfang Yuying dragged him away, leaving Liu Xiaolou momentarily disoriented.

After descending the mountain, they were to board a boat; Liu Xiaolou leaped forward.

Chen Qi thought of Xin Hengjie, who was working hard for him in Fusang; inwardly, he felt a pang of guilt.

Of course, Bai Muxue, sitting at Lin Feng’s table, was also stunned—but since she was sulking, she showed no strong reaction, even stubbornly refusing to glance at Lin Feng.

They couldn’t calm down; the thought that their plan had already been anticipated by the Shen family village made their hearts uneasy. Indeed, they stood frozen in place, for they had never faced such a situation before, relying solely on a stubborn rage.

Rong Tang looked up ahead and asked, “Where?” The prince saw only a sea of dark heads.

Liu Feng was barely fifty, yet already at the peak of Qi Gathering, poised to break through to the Spirit Soul realm and become a towering cultivator of this age—a peerless warlord of the Flowing Sands Kingdom in nearly a thousand years.

Zhou my lord exclaimed, “Isn’t that right?” Are you really going to form the Labor Sect? Are you so bored you’ve got nothing better to do?

That mountain was one you could never move, never defy. Being a prince consort was no easy thing; Shen Yu only briefly considered it and abandoned the thought.

I scratched my head, torn between what the game required and what my job demanded.

As the three studied the schedule, half of it passed in an instant; seeing the familiar county town, the familiar hometown, all three were overwhelmed with emotion.

Mo Fan couldn’t fathom what this sudden newcomer was after, but he didn’t care—he was too lazy to bother. To him, three or four made no real difference.

He extracted the pill’s properties from the system, realizing its value—if sold on the market, it would fetch no less than a million Star Cloud Coins, but now it was worthless.

It resembled a massive transparent gem embedded in the Wilds, crystal-clear and spotless.

Li Zhi heard the ministers’ advice; each had their own reasoning, and he struggled to decide, his brow deeply furrowed as he weighed the pros and cons.

Now, he had unblocked ninety-seven acupoints; of the twelve primary meridians, ten were fully open.

The scout’s report filled Jin Yuanshu with rage; what had once seemed a sure victory at Hancheng had turned into a trapped stalemate, and he suddenly regretted not heeding his officers’ advice to retreat in time.

And if any among them possessed exceptional talent in this area, they might even enter the ranks of the Great Pirates solely through the “Ape Martial Art”—though this would not happen overnight.

Shen Lang stepped out of Jiaojiao’s chamber and met Luo Linna hurrying up with a leather flask. “Master, I’ve got my things—I want you to accompany me, just like you did for the Lady.” Luo Linna spoke with a sweet, pouting tone; Shen Lang couldn’t refuse.

The seven beautiful spider spirits entered the banquet, each dazzling in beauty; the other demons stirred with desire.

Once, I had imagined countless times what the man who would move me would be like—but now, that man stood right before me, so close, yet I dared not even glance at him with impure thoughts.

Zhang Zixuan took a deep breath, patted her pocket, and realized she’d forgotten her phone.

Hearing the fat man’s words, Wang Hao cleared his throat, then spoke slowly.

Fang Lin discovered for the first time that even he couldn’t handle this—he could only hope for his grandfather Fang Shiwei’s arrival.

Ming Guoguo snorted; countless demonic energies erupted from her body, instantly swallowing the demonic scorpion.

Seeing Master Yuansheng vanish, Hong San Niang and Yuan Tianbao, who had been desperately resisting the malevolent spirits, froze; Yuan Tianbao was instantly clawed by a spirit and spat out a mouthful of blood.

A prodigy who shocked the Outer Sect—he must look utterly humiliated after losing! Many thought this with glee.

After all preparations were complete, Ren Tianxiang stood like a soldier about to die for his cause, holding a cup in hand, his expression grave.

Both sides immediately calculated the value of their respective technical lists; the result showed that Google’s image processing and AI technologies combined were worth less than half of Weibo Cloud’s technology.

“Can a soul be transferred into a corpse and then resurrected?!” Murong Yu pressed further.

“No spiritual reserves for an expedition? Are you going barehanded, just waiting to be beaten?!” Su Lingtian glared at Su Chi.

“Lin Ge, this is all my fault! I didn’t bring enough cash today—I’ll pay you back the three thousand yuan someday!” Ma Dong said, deliberately unzipping his bag to let Lin Dong and Chen Xiaoxiao see inside.

But he could feel the old man cared deeply about the portrait—he sensed the old man’s emotional fluctuations.

Everyone looked up at the big screen; even though the rankings were clear, they still wanted to see them displayed.

Ma Dong performed his emcee duties well—the ceremony was festive but not noisy, with clear, tightly paced procedures; the performance by Yin Liankun, a Ma-school inheritor from the Ningyang Peking Opera Troupe, pushed the birthday banquet to its climax.

But Li Yu only briefly pondered the question, without delving deeper.

The voice was quiet, but Tu Biao spotted him at once, ordered his men to drag him out, and shot him cleanly through the head.

“Yes. I’m Wang Jun. I don’t know you—but whether I know you or not, it doesn’t matter!” Wang Jun said with equal arrogance.

While Sakata Gintoki hesitated slightly, Lin Ke vanished from his spot—he had no intention of being treated like a circus monkey.

Undeniably, in terms of results and facts, the Wangxian Sect imposed extremely harsh demands on its disciples who came from the scattered cultivators.

Gao Lichun limped toward his village, each step leaving a trail of blood droplets on the ground.

“Dong Taiyi, you’ve forcibly advanced your technique again?” Her slightly annoyed tone stunned him—then sudden joy flooded his heart.

He updated his ninja gear: replaced kunai, shuriken, antidotes, poisons, and explosion tags; prepared two spare outfits and a monk’s robe, slung his backpack, and set off.

Everyone looked up, exchanged glances, and smiled wryly—yet their eyes now held a flicker of eagerness.

“Don’t worry—ultrasound can mostly detect pain in the upper right abdomen,” Ruan Bin explained patiently.

“Who did you draw as your hospital opponent?” Deputy Director Lin asked as Ruan Bin returned from the draw.