Chapter 250: The Curse of the Disaster Hole

Cao Ge, while chasing his wife, was still childish, posting daily selfies to document his journey and prove he was working.

To truly gather the death qi and malevolence of one million cultivators, you'd need at least four hundred and fifty thousand cultivators—otherwise, it's impossible.

I hated the Emperor, hated the Empress, hated their unequal treatment—but the Crown Prince? Perhaps because we were brothers bound by blood, Ye Hua had never truly wished to harm him from the start.

Lin Yaojia raised an eyebrow, communicated carefully with the intermediary, paid a portion of the deposit, and agreed to settle the balance at month's end.

Instantly, Li Jing'er's face flushed red, deeply embarrassed; she lowered her head, daring not to look at him again. She thought: How has this man become so shameless?

"Whoosh!" Liquid poured from the stone flask, landing precisely in the stone bowl, its crisp sound accompanied by the crowd's incredulous stares.

After much thought, I still feel this has wronged Aunt Zhang—but for now, there's no other choice. Ji Manrou is naturally suspicious; without something drastic, she won't easily believe us.

Later, this topic became tied to the theme of youthful first loves, instantly surging into another wave of popularity.

Kang Zi Yi, after all, is Kang Minsu's brother. Having failed for years to win Yan Qingfeng's affection, Kang Minsu's brother naturally resented Yan Qingfeng for his ingratitude—and now, he's using the Princess Royal to stir trouble between her and Yan Qingfeng.

Cao Ge's intentions seemed lost on Li Jing'er; her entire focus was on the food.

With a single step sideways, he unleashed a burst of blue light behind him, shook his right hand, and danced seven sword blossoms—from left to right, then right to left.

He flipped through it idly and found intelligence on the East Sea Region's anomalies and parts of the Columbia Navy.

In the well-soundproofed hotel, Gu Ming explained his interpretation of the character Qing Hong to Gao Yuanyuan.

After five or six exchanges, Commander Zhang Yang of the Ren Water Camp switched to his split-water dagger, slaying several Beggar Clan members before charging in from the flank. Before long, the Ren Water Camp veered left, the Di Gate shifted right—Cheng the Elder suddenly lost his opponent. As he moved to pursue, the Jia Wood Camp crashed in, over a dozen wooden shields squeezing toward him from all sides.

Back then, he'd mentioned it offhand, and he'd replied the same way—neither took it seriously.

Ye Guhong recognized the fist and foot techniques they used: the Twenty-Four Forms of Opening-Mountain Palm, taught by Mie Jie back then.

After that, we had no further communication—but I always felt he was observing me, though not with his eyes.

That's why he grew heartbroken, why he refused to face it, why he tried to escape all this unbearable complexity through death.

He thought that if he hid for a while, others would temporarily forget him and focus entirely on fighting over the Divine Source.

The headquarters' six investigation teams each required a powerful anomaly as their leader.

Zuo Chen's voice erupted; under his mental force's pull, the two sword qi streams merged into one supreme blade of energy, which descended and submerged Ye Di's body entirely.

"Whether you accept it or not doesn't matter—but I can confirm she has returned to Tianyu." Duan Heng spoke calmly. He'd never doubted it before, but since learning that Luo Qingli might be the reincarnation of the Green Wood Heavenly Emperor, countless details rushed back to him.

Empress Xuanjie said: "Guests are honored. The imperial city's gates stand open for Lord Qin. Why not step into my palace, where we may discuss further?"

Such jade slips are meant for specialized sects. This is an auction house—so it's a transmission channel between branches and the headquarters.

Though still a week from Lunar New Year, Zheng Chong had long been away; returning early was normal. Still, he felt a pang of loss—those New Year goods had been bought only because he was coming home.

Had he not witnessed what had just happened, Zuo Chen would never have believed that in this era, so early in its transformation, such terrifying experts already existed.

"I owe him too much—I can never repay it…" Her tears streamed uncontrollably. She hated time, hated herself, hated this world—why must everything be so complicated? Why was that impossible knot so easily untied? What could she do now, caught off guard by this situation?

"Isn't there a third possibility? Maybe this mission is just too difficult?" Zhao Heng asked at this point.

Sixty years, seventy years—Fang Ling immersed himself in this spiritual force infused with supreme principles, constantly elevating his own spiritual power as he observed the legendary battle.

She actually wanted the Sword Saint to come to the center and capture him once—this Yasuo kept coming and going, and it was driving her mad.

When Kong Xiangxi heard Li Junhao offered to lend him the aircraft for free, he was secretly astonished—and felt an indescribable sense of happiness. Then Li Junhao further promised to assist Kong Xiangxi with industrial and military infrastructure to strengthen domestic arms production and industrial foundations.

Previously, alone, Lin felt he couldn't compete. Now, with a studio backing him, he wanted to give it a try—just to open a new business line for the studio.

On their cheeks and arms, they bore faint marks—like paint, yet faintly carrying the scent of gunpowder.

Li Junhao had a troop type called spies—spies were elite talents across all fields. Many were outstanding politicians; assigning them as spies was a waste. Thus, many outstanding politicians could be selected from among these spies.

One man, one treasure, exchanged within the cave—this was part of sword-nurturing, cultivating the blade's spirit… yet the boy had twisted it into something bizarre—and yet, the effect was surprisingly good?

Yang Yuanbin froze, eyes wide with surprise. He could tell: his senior sister was truly furious. Even the Master couldn't save him? For the first time, he sensed this matter was far from simple.

Now that the resource issue was resolved, why wouldn't they recruit? The first recruit was free; the second's fee could easily be scraped together. So Li Puyu stopped haggling and chose recruitment outright.

Soon after, Liu Ruyin and Yu Siqing had changed into their OL uniforms and descended the stairs slowly, marveling that having one bathroom each was indeed convenient.

In this world, there exists a rare profession: the Spirit Array Master. Such masters can lay Spirit Arrays to aid cultivation, to kill, to burn—powerful ones can, with a flick of the finger, reduce entire armies to ash. Mighty arrays possess the power to split earth, shatter mountains, and reverse heaven and earth.

The more people there are, the greater the spiritual qi consumption—this directly drives every immortal to seek solutions to the spiritual qi problem.