Volume 1, Chapter 130: The Alchemical Arena

The night was far from peaceful; some were filled with anticipation, others with complicated emotions. Yet, time never pauses for human thoughts, and the night slipped away in silence. The rising sun dispersed the chilly mist clinging to the mountains.

"My cultivation is nearly there." Within the thatched cottage, Ji Die had been practicing since his return the previous night. As the morning sun appeared, he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, closed his eyes, and gazed into the golden ocean within his body.

"The Alchemy Arena." Ji Die looked toward the outside. He slowly emerged from the cottage, preparing to register, when a figure suddenly darted out from the morning bamboo grove and approached him. It was a woman with long, greenish hair...

Thinking of the Candle-Watching Imperial Guards, Chu Xian felt a slight sense of relief. Ji Wen had arranged over a hundred of these guards in Jing Prefecture. They were seasoned martial arts experts, and with them, they could certainly form a formidable fighting force.

Seeing this, many soldiers threw down their weapons and knelt to surrender. The Zhao army troops did not kill indiscriminately; as long as they ceased resistance, they were rounded up and kept under guard.

He then tossed this two-star itching powder into the Purple-Gold Red Gourd to store it for a day, allowing the two-star elixir to advance to three-star.

"Judging by your reaction, you must not know about the Liu family, right?" Liu Yusheng wondered if this guy had come from Mars.

Although the rank of an Inspecting Censor was not high, their immense power—including the authority to impeach local officials on the spot—made the position a constant focal point of competition among various factions.

A moment later, the collapsing void structure returned to normal. The spot was empty; where had Qin Feng gone?

Qin Feng nodded in agreement. A gambler who has lost his mind will risk everything, and the Will of Heaven, having lost its composure, is essentially no different from such a gambler.

"I won't do it again, I will never do it again..." Xiao Jianren bowed ninety degrees, weeping as he spoke.

After returning that day, Panda had been unconscious for three days. When he finally woke up, he was pleasantly surprised to discover that he had advanced to A-rank.

In the hall, the way Zhao Yiqiu and the others looked at Jun Beiye had changed. They had not expected that Jun Beiye, who had eradicated the Fire Demon of Flame Island, would refuse so decisively.

"It must have been tiring for you to fight my divine sense avatar for so long," Jiang Yun said with a yawn.

***

Xia Muyu's arrangements made everyone feel indispensable, which instead of causing them to retreat, made them even more eager for battle.

Now that Yun Ling was suffering from uremia with an uncertain future, and his only son, Yun Sheng, had died, logic dictated that the next chairman should be chosen between Yun Xiang and his brother, Yun Sang.

Young people might hold such things in disdain, but they—the veterans who had walked through the smoke of war—cherished this honor above all else.

Seeing Gao Lei frown as soon as he announced his name, Li Gang explained helplessly. This wasn't the first time he had encountered this situation; it was all the fault of that bastard who kept bumping into people.

On the other hand, everyone was pondering a question: the quasi-sage's words were not without reason. Liu Ning's strength was obvious to all and not easy to deal with; a single quasi-sage might very well be suppressed by Liu Ning.

Li Banfan's figure suddenly dimmed, no longer able to maintain his previous divine technique: Mysterious Transformation. The force of the Saint Sun Palm continued to erupt; even if Liu Ning didn't attack, Li Banfan would be obliterated within Liu Ning's sea of consciousness.

Zhenxi could not understand it. What puzzled her even more was: since all of this today was hard-won, and the current life was so cherished, why commit corruption and violate the law? Was a moment of pleasure worth betting one's freedom for the rest of one's life?

"You tell me, what's the use of having such great strength? Aren't we surrounding him now? As long as we have enough people, I don't believe he can still resist. Only when he is dead will we have a chance."

As she drew closer to the source of the sound, she felt the melody becoming increasingly strange. From an initial sense of healing, it turned dark. It was as if she had first glimpsed the beauty of a cave entrance, only to walk inside and discover a black vortex.

The surrounding resentful spirits grew more numerous, and gradually, the area was shrouded in a gray haze, until finally, nothing could be seen at all.

"Because I just saved you from Kenpachi Zaraki." A sharp glint flashed in her cat-like eyes.

Three hours later, Beichen's cultivation had reached the level of a Third-Tier Super War God, equivalent to the Shadow-Refining system.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, Hua Shang, the sword light dictates the fate of the world!" Jian Ningfeng cried out as well. The blade of light carried endless sharpness, mist swirling upon it, as he thrust toward the two of them.

The two massive whirlwinds vanished, and two figures stood calmly facing each other high in the air.

Ping Fan. At this moment, Ji Changfeng just wanted to have some fun; if he could pick up some immortal crystals along the way, that would be even better.

This plan had been agreed upon when our sects separated, so now our Shadow Gate is just waiting for the other sects to finish off the moles within their own gates, and then we can launch a full-scale attack on the Baili Sect.

It wasn't that I was being underhanded, wanting to grab someone as a bodyguard, but it was truly the case. Although Hu was very capable, it was hard for a newcomer to get by, and coming to my place gave him a foothold where I could look after him.

***

Lu Can nodded. Old Qiu was explaining to him why his relationship with the Guo family was so good. Barings Bank was currently also the largest foreign-invested bank in Singapore, Malaysia, and other regions.

However, just as it was halfway through turning, it discovered that Oliver, who was annoying and now understood the correct way to use the puppets, had arrived. This time, he had instantly appeared right beside the demon.

At lunchtime, Yu Jia called. Upon hearing that an anomaly had also occurred at Zhu Yan's residence, Pang Zhao naturally couldn't ignore it. He told the supermarket manager and didn't care about his afternoon shift.

That image clearly said: You look down on me, you look down on the Chinese people? Today, I will let you see the power of the Chinese people.

Because the Russian imperial troops stationed at Kirin Port had an average strength of over level seventy, they were now suppressed by Lao Jiu's aura and dropped below level seventy. Meanwhile, the War Wolf Legion they faced had an average level approaching eighty.

Points of light radiated from him, drifting within the barrier created by Pang Zhao, and were slowly absorbed by him.

That number seemed high, but Ji Ruohua felt that the Qi State's tax revenue was far more than that.

Pang Zhao actually wanted to know where he stood in all this, but it was hard to interrupt. He could only listen patiently as the man complained on behalf of his senior brother, adopting a look of shared hatred for the enemy, and expressing his deep disdain for Qiang Heng.

Logically speaking, five Martial Sovereigns facing a late-stage level nine demonic beast should have been able to handle it easily.

"I don't want to explain this to you anymore. If you can understand, then understand; if you can't, then just pretend to be ignorant. I'll handle this matter myself," Lu Yan said to Gao Wu with a sense of helplessness.

When she asked him this, it wasn't out of suspicion or a test; it was just a thought that had suddenly popped into her head.

Although her foster mother was worried, she couldn't help with the company's affairs, and worrying along with her was useless.

Zhang Cheng knew things were about to go wrong. Protein was not to be trifled with, and that fool of a Night King might well get himself tangled up in it.

Only at times like this did Yang Yan feel fortunate that he was already in his sixties; there was no one left who had the weight to pull rank on him or treat him as an elder.

Qin Ke’s eyes glowed with excitement as he directly activated the Great Sky Thunder Seal to suppress the enemy.