Chapter 258: Endowed by Heaven's Essence

The group walked up the mountain; as they neared the mountain dwellers’ homes, the narrow path split, one side leading to Ku Fan Temple.

Zhao Ti signaled to turn, and Chu Wanli hurried ahead to guide them, soon arriving before the small temple.

The temple’s exterior was dilapidated, the earth as if upturned; a large green stone had once stood nearby, but something heavy had struck it, shattering it into fragments scattered everywhere.

Zhao Ti glanced a few times—he suspected Duan Zhengchun’s claim of digging three feet deep must have meant...

In the end, Jiang Hao deduced that although this box of talismans elicited a lukewarm response, someone would still want them.

“I’ll live here,” Mo Yu said calmly, his tone leaving no room for argument; he turned to gaze at the purple bamboo swaying gently in the wind, a hint of nostalgia slowly appearing in his eyes.

Liu Biancheng slightly raised his hand; the burly cultivator bowed respectfully and withdrew with his two companions, leaving Mo Yu on the ground.

At this moment, the crimson tide formed by tens of thousands of golden-backed blood mantises drew near, less than fifty zhang from Mu Feng and the Killing Puppet.

At this moment, the clean, delicate fingertips took on a semi-transparent crystalline state.

The roar of the Abyssal Overlord Amur Hydras echoed from the direction of the Death Pass; everyone’s faces turned grim, even Mr. Disch. The old mage’s ever-confident expression froze, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Just as Su Qingchen didn’t know what to do, a cold wind burst through the door; upon seeing the scene before him, his stern face showed a flicker of embarrassment, then he turned away. Xie Qian and Bing Yu also rushed in at that moment, and the room fell utterly silent; all five stood frozen, unsure what to do.

Liu Shaoyue had been reluctant at first, but when Changsun Qingying mentioned there was still a mission, she reluctantly agreed.

Under the stunned gaze of all, the martial attacks of the Three Blood Stars held for a moment—then exploded; the crimson light column, still carrying formidable force, slammed toward the Three Blood Stars.

“Shatter the Void! That’s a technique only legendary True Immortals can wield—could Master Chu now have reached the True Immortal realm?” said the Lord of the Jiang family, drawing a deep breath.

Wu Feng said seriously: “It’s true. As long as I hold the Bloodless Broken Sword, I have a way to save my father.”

I lost all appetite, shoveled in a few bites, then ran to the chicken coop—inside, the chickens and ducks were all dead, blood splattered everywhere.

“Step back, if you want Yao Lan to live!” Song Jian gripped Yao Lan’s throat with one hand, the Dragon Fang sword in the other, its tip pressed against Yao Lan’s chest.

My heart surged with excitement; under the shop’s light, I noticed Chen Jiutong’s weathered face—he’d clearly been traveling for a long time, his clothes caked with dust.

She simply thought three days were nothing—she could take care of herself. And under these unusual circumstances, Ye Zhi Ning didn’t want an unpredictable bomb by her side.

“Your Imperial Highness of Xi Qi is too kind,” said Bei Li’s Prince Murong Hao, raising his cup first with a casual reply.

“Strange—these past dozen days, even sleep brought the threat of ambush. Yet since yesterday, not a single beast has appeared?” Despite this, they didn’t slacken; the sword-wielding man spoke in confusion, yet remained alert.

The Mirror Image’s face was expressionless—perhaps it had no mind—but silence didn’t mean reconciliation with Qin Yang; without warning, it reached into its robe, pulled out a silver-plated, Type 54 Black Star pistol, aimed at Qin Yang, and fired—bang, bang, bang.

The tribal warriors who appeared stood atop the mountain peak; the barking of dozens of hunting dogs surged downward toward the group, behind them hundreds of tribal warriors.