Chapter 68: Turning Point

"This kimono is different from the previous ones," Minamoto Qingsheng noted, looking at Himemiya Izayoi's attire.

Yet, just a moment ago, Su Ruoruo had let out a voice that was utterly captivating and heart-stirring, and yet what emerged was actually a pristine body?

"Can you demonstrate it so I can experience it?" Xiong Qi was quite curious about the hallucinogenic poison.

Even Fang Yuanzheng's father began to press his elbow against the steering wheel, resting his chin in his hand as he fell into silence: When would that be? Perhaps, as they say, countless trickles of intent eventually gather into a river.

At least in her memories, not even the black monarch at the end of the throne possessed such astonishing means.

Valuable magical artifacts, lost scriptures, jade-carved Guanyin statues, and ebony divine idols—all of these treasures pulsed with divine light, transcending the mortal realm.

Not to mention consumable seasonings; because Zhao Guoshi simply never used them in his daily life, there weren't any in the house.

Because a nephew of the divine doctor Jiang had once served as a hidden guard under Ling Siyan, and though he had later returned to his hometown, the poison within his body would still flare up every month.

Originally, the update schedule was quite stable, and I could squeeze out some time, but after being transferred to a new department in mid-March, I now have a 24-hour shift schedule every three or four days, which is simply absurd.

A man descended from the sky, wearing heavy makeup with his long hair fluttering in the wind. The light shifting in his eyes seemed to conceal golden mandorla flowers. He landed lightly upon the city tower, a smile on his face, yet his eyes concealed a blade.

Upon closer inspection, Li Mu realized he had actually run into acquaintances. There were two factions fighting below, and one of them was none other than Su Xingchen, who had previously crossed paths with Chu Yun. The people on the other side, however, were rather strange—despite it being broad daylight, they still wore veils to conceal their faces.

When drafting a production schedule, one must account for various factors, treating every single block with consideration, and stacking those blocks as securely and solidly as possible.

The flow of Daoist rhythm and vital energy within Luo Ning's body accelerated, continuously pouring into the Star-Slicing sword. Unable to care about the struggling Mu Xiefeng tucked under his left arm, he could only do his best to fight alongside the people around him.

However, Lin Cheng didn't dwell on it too much. After all, since the item was in his hands now, he would figure it out eventually.

Upon returning home, the incense altar was lit first, and the memorial tablets of all past masters of the Tianzheng lineage were properly placed. Then, he summoned Hetu over.

The guests present were also experienced; how could they fail to catch the ambiguity in Niu Qing's vague statements? Not a single person was willing to spend twenty thousand to buy something that might be completely useless.

At that moment, the drought demon in the mountain had just survived the tribulation of heavenly thunder and earthly fire, its body not yet fully recovered. It sat deep within the tomb chamber, greedily devouring the essence of the sun and moon. The sky plunged into utter darkness, and the spacetime over the mountains seemed to distort directly, sucked inward by the yawning entrance of the tomb.

Li Mu turned to look at Lin Mo, recalling that he had never seen him practice cultivation during the summer vacation at his house.

Yun Chu unreservedly shared her methods of cultivating astral power for physical enhancement and creating a astral domain with Qin Lan and Xiang Hanlu, including all the precious experiences contained within. Although it wasn't as profound as having it imprinted directly in one's mind using a Star-Transfer Jade, it still greatly benefited both Xiang Hanlu and Qin Lan.

Not far away, Ye Wu and Hui Ling were trailing far behind. Seeing his gaze sweep over them, they instantly understood—this was a signal for them to come up with a solution.

One person's heart had grown old, weary of worldly entanglements; another was trapped in the deep palace, their whole life mistakenly pledged. And as for herself... with this frail and sickly body of hers, she likely didn't have many years left to live.

This was also why she had once feigned friendship with Lingqin, lurking in Nanni: she wanted to seize the opportunity to eliminate General Ban. Without him, Mouxue would have no generals or strategists left to deploy, making the Heavenly Domain all the more secure.

Liu Yi ran through the forest for half an hour before finally emerging from that deep stretch of woods. What puzzled Liu Yi was that throughout such a vast expanse of forest, apart from spotting a single bird's nest, he hadn't seen the slightest trace of any other living creature's activity.

I chuckled darkly and drew my dragon-bone sword, intending to swat that chicken aside, only to find that it was merely an illusion, much like the scene encountered at the Old Summer Palace.

Lin Chi was left speechless by the retort, and the two of them sought out an inn. Before they even stepped through the doors, they saw the innkeeper waving his hands frantically, signaling them not to enter.

His breathing was heavy—truly, Yun Mengyu had no idea what he was rushing for, which made her feel very strange as well. Her heart raced, and she even forgot the simple act of inhaling and exhaling, leaving her no choice but to dance lightly in step with him.

Yun Mengyu shrieked loudly. She was frantic, so anxious that her brain refused to function properly. Wan Zhiwei grew deeply concerned for her and patted her shoulder with one hand. At that moment, Hu Yan came hopping over, and Gao Tingting immediately let out a cry upon seeing him as well.

Of course, while such a pace satisfied him, it was still not enough for him to form a Golden Elixir before the upcoming Ghost Festival next year.

If she rushed in blindly, would she be slaughtered on the spot by the people of the Xing King's Palace? Yet if she didn't go in, how could she know whether the Tower Master was inside or not? Tsk! What a dreadful hassle. If she had known, she should have brought that blockhead along.

Luo Hongyun and several other scouts had already fallen back into the ranks of the Third Company. Meng Fan gestured to them, indicating that the mission was complete, and ordered an immediate retreat toward the Pingtou Mountain base.

"Do you have a driver's license? Will we get stopped?" Song Zinan joked, harmlessly. In her social circle, teenagers of this age driving on the streets was hardly anything new.

Come to think of it, it was quite interesting. According to old Sam's introduction, although the three major bosses of Sin City each had their own turf, in reality, the three of them harbored no hostility or deep conflicts between one another.

Clearly not human language, clearly just simple notes, yet Lang Qi understood their meaning. It was a sacred gospel song, and the content of that song had only one theme—the Law of Time.

"The four entrances mean we have four directions, which is advantageous to us. But the disadvantage is that once the enemy discovers us after we enter these four openings, they certainly won't let us leave easily. Therefore, I do not recommend choosing any of these four places as our exit," Phoenix analyzed.

"Ruoxi, I understand." Qin Haonan tried using a Town Portal Scroll, but it still couldn't be used while in the ocean. With no other choice, he had to summon the Nether Dragon God.

As the army of the Star Dragon Empire collapsed and retreated, with the remnants hunkering down within their military bases, the Ku tribe's army burst into cheers.