Chapter 212

“Kaya Shena, who slew five hundred Arhats?” Jiumo Zhi murmured: “Impossible. This cannot be.”

Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly: “I also think it unlikely.”

Jiumo Zhi exhaled in relief: “Master Kaya Shena ranks forty-fourth among the five hundred Arhats. How, how could he die here?”

Zhao Ti’s face was expressionless; he stared at him without speaking.

Master Kaya Shena was the seventeenth patriarch of the Western Zen lineage, Sengqie Nanti.

Moreover, Wang Hong left Wang Yi a hundred Jade Marrow Pills—enough to heal a hundred severe injuries. Surely Wang Yi wouldn’t be this unlucky.

He turned toward the direction of the arrow’s origin, where a bird dozens of zhang wide was flying toward them, its back bearing a young man standing against the wind.

The only difference was an additional white coat—one of the young researchers who had come later to draw blood.

Those unable to pay either fled in search of food, or took up the spore’s spread had already lasted four or five days, and some people’s lives had already been affected, with this impact growing steadily over time.

At that moment, Pedro felt as if he had returned over a decade, the “Sabre” that once pierced an opponent’s heart like a dagger had returned.

The Spanish king’s intense expression, his commanding demeanor, made the Portuguese president’s smile beside him seem forced.

She was Li Yulan, the current mistress of the Tang household, Tang Yu’s mother, and Zhiqiu’s mother-in-law.

This barrel should contain Su Qingqian; I don’t know how she managed to swap identities with Su Taoyu, but she must still be trapped somewhere.

Most of the messages were visits; since arriving in Jin’an City over a year ago, he had naturally made some familiar cultivators, and occasionally visited each other.

Had they not been startled awake by a knock at the door, they would never have known how the dream might have unfolded next.

Early on, I accompanied Empress Dowager and the other palace consorts to Fanglin Garden; the Empress Dowager, knowing I was with child, kept me close by her side and personally took a red silk ribbon to tie it to the flower branches as an offering to the Flower Goddess. Such grace and favor truly left me overwhelmed.

When Sun Fengzhao smelled the ocean’s scent, it felt as if he had known it since long ago. All his spiritual energy surged like boiling water as he neared the sea, nearly causing him to lose control.

This is also the conventional practice in the pill realm: basic pills are named after their effects, but high-grade pills receive unique names.

“Watch your mouth!” Shi Yu’s eyes blazed with fire; though both were detectives, Yin Xinshui was calm and cautious, while Shi Yu was fiery-tempered and intolerant of even the tiniest flaw.

Gu Ying’s gaze swept back and forth over Gu Yifeng, his expression thoughtful, as if pondering something.

Baihu Jun lifted his head, glanced up, made no sound, then leapt lightly onto his shoulder—just as he had done countless times before, accompanying him as always.

Orpheus tapped his toe, leaping from the islet onto Will’s body, using him like a vessel as they vanished into the sky.

The thunderous explosion instantly threw the Western Sea Spirit Troops, who had retreated some distance, into chaos; violent shockwaves blasted outward, and many nearby spirit beasts were flung straight through the air.

My face flushed red as I panted lightly, exhaling softly; seeing his mischievous grin as he leaned in again, the air thickened with sweet tenderness.

“What’s happened, Leader Zhang?” asked Huang Zhushi, one of the five caravan masters in the group.

Before Zhou Qingqing finished speaking, another figure emerged from the demon mist—a burly middle-aged man, his face grotesque, eyes bulging with golden irises, broad-backed and muscular, wild hair bristling; especially striking were the black, birthmark-like patches on his cheeks and exposed arms.