Volume 1, Chapter 29: Jiang Duoduo Strikes!

Lin Feng nodded. He had long since prepared himself for the path of cultivation. While practitioners might appear powerful, that strength was merely the result of enduring endless monotony and relentless effort. To become powerful, one must be prepared for the hardship.

Of course, his hunger was genuine—that was something Lin Liang could not feign. As for choosing Yongfu Pavilion, it was indeed a test orchestrated by Lin Liang.

"Alright then, let’s head back, but before we go, let’s divide the spoils," Mu Zifei suggested.

Lin Liang had no choice. The room only contained a single bed and a meditation cushion, and since Zhuang Bufan insisted on talking in Lin Liang's room, the situation had ended up like this.

"Don't make a sound, damn it! My old man lives right around here," Li Changqing hurriedly whispered, covering my mouth.

Meng Li chuckled on the other end and continued, "I'm fine, there are just some matters here that need handling. I’ll send you the information now." With that, Meng Li hung up.

The sunlight filtered through the grand hall’s stained-glass windows, and the melodious chanting of a choir drifted from behind the high-ceilinged cathedral. No sooner had they arrived than a European priest in his forties, draped in a long black robe, walked toward them.

A ghost? Perhaps that was the only way to explain it; otherwise, he could not account for the strange phenomenon that had just occurred within his own body.

Yet, how could the flustered Mu Zifei possibly block the fatal blow that Selby had been planning for so long?

Lin Yong clung to the wall to keep from falling, spitting out a mouthful of blood with great difficulty. With his sharp claws forward and his hind legs pushing off, he lunged once more toward the hole he had just flown out of. At the same time, the giant snake leaped out from the same opening, engaging Lin Yong in battle once again.

After the time it takes for six incense sticks to burn, Feng Fan had successfully replicated and manifested all six of the thousand-year-old spirit herbs, creating one of each. Although the replication process had consumed much of his true essence, Feng Fan felt lighthearted and content.

"Elsewhere?" A thought stirred in Feng Fan's mind. He remembered the Saint Yuan Daoist once saying that the Five Elements Mysterious Illusion Ring possessed a powerful defensive effect against spiritual attacks, and that his own soul and consciousness could enter it at will. He wondered what would happen if he brought the black-clad old man's soul into the ring.

Xiuyuan helped his father to another room to rest, separating him from his mother, before returning to his own room.

"Since it is being carried out by all three houses simultaneously, what makes you think we cannot place others under house arrest? Once the soldiers have broken away from you, do you really think they will still follow your commands?" Xun Yu said with a playful smile.

"I hear that there are two young men in the martial arts world today who are following the same path as Ye Jianfei and Chunyu Liang did when they were pursuing me. They say those two have gone to great lengths to show off for you. Is that true?" Liu Yishuang asked indifferently.

Two stunning beauties stood together; even without watching them spar, simply seeing them standing there quietly was a sight to behold.

"Pah, using my things to curry favor, and you don't even mention me," Beiming Zhan grumbled on the side.

"Great Elder, Second Elder, Third Elder, it is not that I do not care about Laiyi’s feelings, but how can you be so sure that she is unwilling?" Looking at the three elders who had suddenly turned against him, Gongsun Changfeng could not help but frown as he spoke.

"Ignore her." Qin Tian's domineering voice whispered right against Ling Ling's ear, causing her delicate, porcelain-like face to flush a deep red, all the way from her earlobes down to her neck. Ling Ling tried to say something more, but Qin Tian clearly wouldn't give her the chance. He gently pressed his warm lips against her alluring red mouth before she could react.

Spirit-Gathering Wine: After consuming one cup, surrounding spiritual energy immediately converges. Within an hour, one's cultivation speed doubles. If the brewer is highly skilled, it can be increased up to fourfold.

The sight of that flash of red caused Liu Fenghua’s expression to change drastically. No longer caring whether Zongzheng Baili’s body could withstand it, he used his internal energy to force the man’s hand away and struck a pressure point on Zongzheng Baili’s chest.

Zijin listened, feeling utterly confused, but she realized one thing: her eldest brother had not been silent because he was doing nothing; it was simply that she and Ye Mingxuan had been unaware of it.

Bu Fan certainly wouldn't blame Lin Miao for the mistake, and besides, those few young heirs weren't worth the trouble.

"Big Brother, are you really planning to push Father toward the Princess Royal? I... I cannot accept this. Was Mother’s death in vain? The third brother is the third brother; I do not blame him, but... I truly cannot let go of the grudge against the Princess Royal." Ye Fan’s eyes reddened; he could never find peace regarding his mother’s death.

Murong Yan froze, the excitement on her face slowly fading. She seemed to be hesitating, unable to make up her mind.

Kneeling to heaven and earth—back in Baize, Qian Jiyao had never knelt to anyone, and now, it was even more impossible for her to kneel before the Emperor of the Golden Toad Kingdom.

Zongzheng Baili himself did not know how she would react if he told her right now that he was the very Ghost King, Zongzheng Baili, whom she kept mentioning with such morbid fascination.

"We will search every spot; we are bound to find it." Feng Xin and Ye Lingyue were in the Spring Garden, breaking through the formation while searching for the Sunset Flower.

The men in the lead were all of extraordinary appearance, possessing the grace of dragons and phoenixes among men. Though their clothes were simple, their entire beings seemed shrouded in a luster, making them stand out like beacons wherever they walked. In particular, one man, exuding an air of nobility, kept his phoenix eyes narrowed, as if all the affairs of the world were mere trifles in his sight.

"My Lord, do you truly believe she can improve the elemental poison?" The shadow, who was none other than the former Saint Domain Holy Emperor, returned to his original form, never forgetting to share the burdens of his master.

The person sat at the dressing table by the window, turned sideways to him, wearing a snow-white dress with wide sleeves. Her fair hand was holding a snow-white beaded hairpin, tucking it into her hair.

Meanwhile, behind them, Song Shiyi and Tang Jianfeng heard that Lin Qingyue had taken Lin Qingcheng up the mountain, so they came running eagerly. As soon as they arrived, they saw Lin Qingyue holding a massive hammer, and the two of them looked at each other in bewilderment.