Chapter 102: The Mark of the Dark Cultist
The group spent three anxious days before finally entering Wanruo City. Their first priority was to rent a small courtyard, each person taking a separate room to rest and recuperate.
After deactivating the isolation array, Yun Xi retrieved her own formation plate and activated it. During her time away from the sect, this plate had been her most frequently used tool, teaching her the crucial importance of high-level formation plates.
She planned to learn how to inscribe formation plates herself once she returned to the sect. The art of formation arrays was vast and profound; wielded skillfully, it could fend off thousands of enemies.
Behind them, Manura slammed her claws viciously on Aboguai, causing him such pain that he immediately released Mark.
Forcefully absorbing an overload of faith energy could lead to mental disarray at best, or, at worst, become the very effort of others’ faith, even to the point of being absorbed by the bloodline deity ancestor.
The King of Chrysanthemums spoke calmly and measuredly, yet none present dared to underestimate this elderly lady, all maintaining a deferential posture as juniors.
She had expected Ye Qingling to wait for her, but when she stepped outside, Ye Qingling was already gone from the living room.
Tamamo-no-Mae looked up in shock. She beheld someone she would never have dreamed of meeting. Moreover, she never imagined that someone she had always considered merely her equal in divine power might actually be a cunning fox in sheep’s clothing.
Bo Fengzhi could not deny that upon seeing Ying Luo, he felt a surge of inexplicable excitement and thrill.
“Wait!” A sharp, anxious voice rang out from afar. The group turned to see Wu Yining rushing over with her maidservant. No wonder none of them had noticed the two approaching earlier.
“T-Tang, Tang Guo, do you think my hand can still recover?” Hu Ya was the first to react, his eyes filled with both joy and disbelief as he looked at Tang Guo.
Of course, Pikachu and the Dragon King Scorpion were also rescued, breaking free from the opponent’s relentless control.
They saw no signs of abnormal behavior or awkwardness from Ying Luo and the others, which only deepened their frustration.
The old man held a high status in the Royal Pharmacist Association; ordinary people regarded him with awe. Yet, he still failed to obtain a single herb from Xia Luo.
The adolescent boy, though beaten, neither cried nor caused a fuss. He simply covered half of his face, glaring resentfully at Ye Ruo.
When Li Yao turned his head, he saw a vast sky filled with countless meteor fragments, rushing like a storm.
“Here.” Li Yong shouted loudly as he saluted, a cold mist emanating from him. The two disciples before him were more ruthless and harder-hearted than he, a barbarian from the steppes—merciless beyond measure.
After bathing, Tang Shuyi, draped in light silk, stepped out of the bath chamber and personally made Li Zhongyi’s bed and folded the blankets.
It was as if she had just emerged from a bleak, silent, monochrome world into one bursting with vibrant colors and captivating sounds.
“Young Master!” Before the person could squeeze through, the apothecary shopkeeper—who had just appeared like a wealthy merchant—suddenly turned pale and knelt down in shock.
He was a proud man, but when faced with Madam Xu, he regarded her with the respectful gaze and demeanor of an elder towards an outstanding junior.
“Although each time you train, the mitochondria, severely stimulated, release only negligible waste, due to the lack of an excretion pathway, it accumulates in the meridians, blood vessels, and muscle fibers. Over time, this clogs all the channels your senior brother uses to circulate spiritual energy.”
Even if the scandal leaked out, Li Zhongyi would at worst be branded as a lecherous scoundrel who insulted the imperial consort. The worst-case scenario would be suffering the same fate as Dong Zhuo—what’s the big deal?
A mouthful of fresh blood mixed with a black rod was spat from Tong’s mouth. His entire body trembled uncontrollably.
The news that Wei Yan had broken through the Wild King’s defenses and swept across Henei Commandery shocked Jia Xu, Zhang Liao, and others in Xianyang City. They were all wise men of the era, remembering how Duke Ying Fei of the Qin once refrained from taking action before Luoyang City.
“This is no laughing matter! Are there any requirements for what needs to be replenished?” Guan Shan also chimed in to assert his presence.