Chapter 148: Divine Doctor Guo

Knock, knock, knock!
The sound of knocking echoed.
The inn's waiter cautiously cracked the door open a sliver, only to see a youth standing outside, draped in a single unlined garment with his face concealed.
This kind of attire was far from uncommon in Jimo County; most people dressed like this either because they were outsiders or ruffians mingling in the black market. But regardless of which it was, knocking on a door in the dead of night was never a good sign.
A jolt of panic surged through him, and the waiter instinctively tried to slam the door shut, but the youth reacted with lightning speed and wedged his hand into the gap.
For a moment, he had no idea what to do with this fellow. Moreover, since his cover was already blown, it was impossible for him to retreat back into the shadows and wait for another opportunity.
Director Qiao was momentarily stunned, never expecting their flagship store to receive merely a "fairly good" review. Just how stringent was this round of auditing? However, Zuo Leming's subsequent words allowed him to let out a sigh of relief.
"Has there ever appeared a Myriad Spirits Holy Body among the Spirit Clan?" In the end, Qin Chuan chose to ask with tact, reluctant to provoke the unfathomable ripples of karma.
The spiritual Qi in the void was incomparably abundant—far more so than in any corner of the Barren Realm. Not only in terms of quantity, but its quality was likewise incomparable, akin to an ant looking up at a true dragon soaring above the nine heavens, completely outside the same league.
Logically speaking, the system required him to finish before eight o'clock, and even if Jiutian walked at a leisurely pace, he could still cover the five thousand meters without breaking a sweat. Yet, as if seeing right through his thoughts, the system explicitly mandated that his heart rate must reach over 120 beats per minute to count.
"Let's try something a bit different today." Wu Fan hopped down from the vehicle, retrieving a guitar, a repaired speaker box from the back, and a fully prepared backup battery.
Chen Hu gently closed the door, carrying his suitcase as he walked out of the dormitory. A dozen minutes later, when he stepped out through the gates of the Georgia Institute of Technology, he ultimately turned his head for one last lingering look.
To make Yamamoto—who had always appeared like an ordinary old man—speak in such a tone was, in itself, a matter well worth pondering. Therefore, aside from Kenpachi Zaraki, no one else uttered a sound.
As for why Nahamxiang hadn't sent anything privately to Zhou An, it was simply because she had too much to give; anyone who wasn't blind could see the sheer number of these crates.
Although somewhat cruel, Jiutian still took out his mobile phone, opened the camera, and let Xie Feihan see his current reflection. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and the stubble on his chin undoubtedly proclaimed that the other man's youth had long since faded away.
"Below the Star rank is the Condensing Pearl realm. Carefully speaking, I am now considered to be at the Seven-Pearl stage. Whenever I wish, I can condense the spatial pearl, and upon reaching the Eight-Pearl stage, I will become a Savior." Luo Zixiu could not help but brim with anticipation; he wondered just how formidable he would become once he broke through to the Star rank.
One must know that the Xuanyan Dynasty, the Spirit family, and the Yang family—these three—though seemingly merely factions within the Nine Suns Domain...
The two of them, upon leaving the secret chamber, exchanged a glance and read each other's resolute decision in their eyes.
Siniang and her companions were not entirely ignorant of the pursuers' strength; if anything, they should have had some understanding of those entities, especially having witnessed them up close when they were captured by the Four-Eyed tribe. They might not have been able to personally measure the exact specifications of the heavy armor, but they could at least secretly eyeball the dimensions while the enemy was performing repairs.
This point puzzled not only Six-Ears and Sun Wukong, but even the Peacock Great Wheel Underworld King standing nearby.
Before long, the smart brain reported that dozens of signal sources had been detected, scattered across varying distances from near to far. The farther ones were temporarily inconvenient to pinpoint, but there was one signal exceptionally close, practically overlapping with their exact location.
Ignoring the man's shrieking on the ground, Zheng Xudong grabbed him by the hair and, repeating the exact same method, bound him securely to a tree with duct tape.
Mu Jiaming instinctively reached into her pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and slid one free. But before she could light it, she paused, her gaze fixed intently on the two characters "Dragon Tooth" printed across the white cigarette pack.