Volume 1, Chapter 152: The Effect of the Yin-Nourishing Pill

Take this!

This medicinal pill was naturally the Nourishing Yin Pill, which was rumored to enhance the strength of malevolent ghosts and wandering souls upon consumption. Wandering souls and malevolent ghosts should be pretty much the same thing... Only it was uncertain just how much of an increase it would provide.

Having had a slave imprint planted on him by Ji Die, the elder naturally felt an irresistible, unquestionable majesty emanating from Ji Die's words. Moreover, the moment he set eyes on that red medicinal pill, he was deeply captivated, and he immediately swallowed it of his own accord.

In an instant, a terrifying surge of Yin energy erupted from within him, causing his aura to rapidly and continuously climb. In mere breaths, he broke through the bottlenecks between Qi Condensation and Foundation Establishment, and...

Unfortunately, Zheng Yue lacked experience and rushed out the moment she heard crying. Had she not been tagging along, she probably would have just delivered herself as easy prey to someone.

Scanning with his divine sense and seeing only a peak-tier-two demonic beast, he could not be bothered to care. With a flick of the shovel in his hand, having just transplanted two stalks, he heard a rush of wind approaching. Dodging in a hurry, he only saw a dark shadow flash past—a whip-like black streak brushing right against him.

Initially, Xintong had no plans. Her mind was entirely focused on utilizing this system update to remodel Watt City, and she had already instructed Sun Yi to post online to create a smokescreen.

Upon opening it, she discovered that the app was actually an email client, and specifically the one used by the organization for communication.

If the price to obtain Night Brocade's love was Night Brocade's life, then such love was better off discarded.

Ji Ruoyue turned her head to look at Abbess Jinghui, nodded slightly, and then turned her gaze back to Ye Fei lying on the bed.

After recuperating for a few months, Han's father grew increasingly robust. By now, he could carry over a hundred pounds and walk ten miles of mountain trails without even breathing heavily.

After all, he would soon be venturing into the White Tiger Secret Realm, and Huangfu Jin happened to be a member of the White Tiger clan. This presented him with a perfect opportunity to spar and gain some practical experience.

Among them was a rather crucial piece of information: Gu Yuying actually had someone she fancied. Biyun did not mention the person's name, only uttering the words "Young Master Lin." However, she seemed to harbor a secret crush on this Young Master Lin as well, and unwittingly began praising him, inadvertently revealing a wealth of details.

"I am a monster now. Will you no longer want me?" Qi Yurou asked, raising her face with tear-filled, beautiful eyes, looking both sorrowful and pathetic. When it came to acting, her performance skills were enough to make many A-list stars feel deeply ashamed of their own inferiority.

At the end of the sparse street, an arrogant figure gradually approached Ye Wudao, who stood aloof and dashing in the rain, the intent to kill splashing with the falling raindrops.

Hearing Lin Qingyun's self-deceiving words, Li Fuxiu felt a wave of amusement internally, yet maintained a respectful expression on the outside, chiming in, "Your Excellency is entirely right." But pushing the matter any further was difficult for Li Fuxiu. After all, he would not be as fickle as Lin Qingyun today—touting Zhan Muyun the moment he saw him, only to toss him aside for Tan Zong the next.

He cast an unpredictable glance at Ni Kun beside him, only to find the other man wearing an equally bewildered expression. Clearly, Ni Kun had no idea what was happening either.

Ever since Tan Zong publicly unmasked Zhao Yuanzhang's true colors at the execution ground, Wang Hao and his family had regained their freedom. The logic was simple: since Zhao Yuanzhang was an accomplice to the Japanese pirates, Wang Hao, whom Zhao had desperately wanted to put to death, was naturally proved to be a good man.

While Tan Zong was grieving, he failed to notice that Cao Qiaomu over there was currently shooting a look at Jiang Wu, and Jiang Wu instantly plunged into vexation. After a long while, Jiang Wu furrowed his brow and shook his head slightly, prompting Cao Qiaomu to let out a sigh.

Zhao Feiyun, the "Blunt Blade," a new first-class Chinese Go player who had captured the crowns of all five major chess tournaments: the Ricoh Cup, the Sports Meeting, and the Nongshim Cup!

The bathroom at home was not as luxurious as the Bernstein family's, but it was spacious enough to submerge one's body in warm water. When the gap between my lips became parallel to the water line of the tub, my gaze gradually blurred, and my heart seemed to drift toward an ethereal place—a true sense of comfort... Safe and at ease, with no need for vigilance, no need for worry.

Xiang Ru understood that he was still very unsafe within the Puer Sect, especially since his greatest backer, Yuchi Gong, had for some unknown reason left the sect. Having lost his protector and living in a sect ruled by an uncle who viewed him as a thorn in his side, the level of danger was self-evident.

"Wuwuwu—" Just as Zhang Jiaze lay flat on his bed, facing his wretched plight with despair, his cell phone rang.

Although the Fourth Prince behaved eccentrically, he was exceptionally brilliant and possessed a sharp eye for talent. Though his entourage was small, they were all astute and capable individuals, and even officials at court would sometimes consult the Fourth Prince for his opinions on political affairs.

This alone was enough to drive anyone below the Supreme Saint level mad. A sacred artifact of a stellar domain, needless to say, had reached the level of a Sacred Weapon, and might even have transformed into a human form. As for its power, it likely rivaled a Supreme Saint. Just imagine the infinite opportunities the future would hold if one could absorb even a shred of the Divine Laws.

"Father, Mother, you are both the pillars of my state. Aside from you two, who else in the court can I trust? Just rest assured and carry out your duties; the sky is not going to fall." Yet Emperor Ling of Han had no idea that his great Han empire was stepping step by step toward destruction.

Moreover, every creature entering this place seemed to have passed through some kind of automatic filtering mechanism: the thought of eating meat vanished entirely, not crossing their minds at all.

Just one week later, the "Hundred Years of Good Harmony" Wedding Planning Company was officially established. On the day of its founding, they held no celebratory ceremony; they didn't even rent a single basket of flowers, opening their doors in a low-profile manner. They used the funds meant for celebration ceremonies as a marketing budget to promote themselves online.

Though the crowd outside was still tangling with the monsters, little did they know that not far away, inside the stone trough, Li Dong's body was undergoing earth-shattering changes.

The Emperor rushed over to Yilan Palace immediately after morning court, as if he could not bear to wait even a moment longer to see her. Seeing him enter the room with a cheeky grin, Rong Wangshu felt only a headache coming on. Having him dawdle before her day in and day out was annoyance enough.

She seemed to take pride and glory in this identity. Perhaps, for Liang Fusheng, as long as she possessed this identity, she felt a sense of security, and for this, she was willing to do anything.

The snowflakes blanketing the sky were like the overgrown white hair of the heavens, yet she could never fly out of this national hatred and family enmity that imprisoned her heart. For the first time, she wavered slightly, her inner self desolate and terrified: Am I truly all alone, and yet still sufficient to summon the dead? Is the dream of restoring the nation truly nothing more than a dream?

She did not know the reason, but the moment she heard the name Heart of the Deep Blue from Mo Liu's lips, she felt a profound stirring within her heart.

Yet, thinking about it, Meng Shenji was truly bizarre. Counting this time, the two of them had met at most three times. They couldn't even be considered friends; they were practically mortal enemies. Why on earth would he bid her farewell before leaving? Wasn't he out of his mind?