Volume One, Chapter 38: Three Dream-Recovery Pills

“I wonder if Jiang Mo Li has left Dan Peak yet.” Inside the cave dwelling, Ji Die carefully put away the spiritual herbs before him, suppressing his excitement. To avoid falling into a trap, he waited through the night and fashioned a simple mask, setting out by daylight toward the cave marked on the map.

Along the way, he glimpsed the majestic pavilions and halls perched atop the mountain crests. Ji Die silently speculated about their purpose, but soon found the cave described in the map’s records.

“Sister Su, are you there?” Ji Die removed his mask, standing outside the tightly shut stone door and calling out twice.

After a brief silence inside, the stone door slowly lifted, and a familiar voice echoed,

“Come in.”

Ji Die...

“So late, why did you go to Black Bee’s base? Did their master invite you to dinner?” Lin Tianxiao asked with a grin.

“Brother Han, this bamboo—what’s left is yours to cut. If you break it, it’s yours. How about it?” Xie Yunting pointed at the last connecting segment of bamboo and addressed Han Feng.

He also feared implicating his disciple’s family, so he quietly had someone check my parents’ birth dates. Only when he learned it was a fortunate turning point did he feel at ease sharing these things; otherwise, wealth not meant for oneself cannot be kept, and worse, misfortune may follow with its loss.

“Han Feng, as a disciple of Purple Cloud Mountain, you practice demonic arts and evil techniques. Do you not acknowledge your guilt?” The Sword Sect’s master, Sword Ming, rebuked loudly from above, sword drawn, as Fire Spirit Daoist blocked Han Feng’s path and condemned him.

Master Yan clutched the dispatch tightly, rereading it several times. To him, it was nothing short of timely rain; without even confirming its authenticity, he hastened to create momentum.

“My god, it’s almost too much like the living world. Otherwise, how would a soul feel pain upon falling?” That was my first thought, and it’s happened several times—I curse this place for its resemblance to the realm of the living, amused by myself, and then finally awaken enough to open my eyes.

Bendtner’s physical prowess was impressive and his burst of speed allowed him to catch up with Evra. However, Bendtner was not a dedicated defender; unfamiliar with defensive skills, he simply pulled Evra down.

Gordon admitted his motives for researching this spell were far from pure at the outset. But now that it could be put to proper use, it was no longer a concern.

My heart stirred with foreboding. Looking up, the sky was still blindingly blue, but the sense of being shrouded in shadow lingered stubbornly.

In the end, only Kurosaki Ichigo remained. He gripped the jewel core with both hands, squeezing furiously as if desperate to swallow it whole. The effort turned his cheeks crimson, giving him a look reminiscent of a man straining with constipation.

Ssen’s eyes brightened. Since the other side had a venture capital company, things would be much easier if they agreed.

Yang Side stroked his long, black-and-white beard and nodded, his gaze lingering on the three of them, feeling quite satisfied.

In the last round of rivalry, Yang Dawei had weakened Qiao Hongye’s power, but it wasn’t enough to defeat him.

The space-grown cock’s comb flower, strawflower, hollyhock, petunia and others all showed traits like prolific blooming, color mutations, and extended flowering periods. Especially the pink petunias—some blossoms bore red-and-white stripes. Most astonishing was the marigold, whose flowering lasted over six months.

The gifts from the gods were unimaginably rich; even a fool like Paburadi, upon receiving them, could not escape becoming a legendary hero.

“Come on, you think wild, precious herbs are just homegrown? If you ask me, unless you’re my best buddy, don’t bring them over; no matter how many you have, you’ll ruin them. I wanted to give a few to your parents, but now I can’t!” Zhang Guodong laughed and cursed.

Helian Rong nodded slightly. Three or four thousand taels—even if Bai Youxuan was a courtesan, it’s not something she could earn in a short time.

Not only did he fail to weaken Liu Badao’s power as Dragon God intended, but Liu Badao’s strength actually increased. This was the real reason he could defeat Dragon God.

Against the Dark Judge, the God of Carnal Desire, Asai, had no chance. Asai’s expression grew grim and his words faltered. Reis Anbori had his own strategy for Asai’s hesitation.

“Get out of the way.” The expert from the Ashura Realm, seeing someone blocking his exit, didn’t even look, just threw a punch.

At that moment, around Yucheng, dense ranks of Yilan soldiers filled every space. Gunfire erupted everywhere, and other places were equally perilous. He simply had no manpower to reinforce the breach. After much deliberation, he had to call in the air force to send these mad Yilan soldiers to meet their maker.

The sports field was ablaze with lights; twenty-four main lamps illuminated the grounds. At the center, a stage was erected, with a band performing. Students from Ocean University crowded around, eating, drinking, enjoying the show. Even those who weren’t fans came for the lively atmosphere.

However, the newly-appointed disinfection specialist, Freda, never considered people’s comfort. She was busy directing lab-coated staff to disinfect every inch of the Ashura Hall, so thoroughly that Yang Sufeng and the others couldn’t sleep that night.

The Duchess watched the massacre—one against tens of thousands—her heart pounding violently. Deep within her mind, something new took root.

Many present would, even years later, remember the breathtaking sight of the Fourteenth Princess alighting gracefully from her carriage.

“Murong Feng is still at a disadvantage. If not for his reckless determination, he would already be battered and bruised!” Aldrich said coolly.

A bead of sweat slowly slid down Jiang Hai’s forehead. He had weathered countless storms and tempests, yet in his own wedding chamber, facing his bride, he was suddenly nervous enough to break into a cold sweat. The real reason was that sitting on the bed was Mu Yan Ningxi, not Mu Yan Ningjing.

This man held a strange pistol in one hand and gripped a round sphere tightly in the other.

A surge of yellow fiery liquid burst forth, striking him directly. The midnight demon wolf, caught without a magic shield, was instantly reduced to a sliver of health.

Hundreds of watery mirrors reflected beams of light, converging into a thick column that pierced the river, powerful and forceful, probing dozens of meters deep into the riverbed, yet still unable to reach the bottom of the Blackwater River.

With a loud “thud,” something crashed to the ground, and laughter erupted all around. Feng Yue rubbed her bruised backside, her fox-like eyes blinking pitifully.

Although the opponent’s cultivation and position surpassed his own, Daoist Xuanfei was not worried—in fact, he almost felt like laughing.

“Puh!” Long Xing spat another mouthful of blood; the emerald glow trembled but still flickered on.

Ever since Ji Yuanwu was convalescing in the side hall, he had ordered the closure of the Embroidered Hall, ostensibly to protect Consort Cao, but really to confine her. This was a major reason why Cao Sui could not communicate with the consort. Anyone with a bit of wit in the palace could sense it: Consort Cao had fallen out of favor.