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Upon officially setting foot inside, one could truly feel the vastness of this ruin. Most of the area likely remained unexplored, awaiting discovery by future adventurers.
"Very well," Shi Jingtian said without further inquiry. After all, these were matters of the Vajra Clan, and some secrets were best left unspoken.
Jin Shan appeared quite excited. From the elder clan leader’s trust and the encounter with the monster, Long Yang had shared everything with Jin Shan from beginning to end. He also revealed that since then, he had never seen the elder clan leader again.
Zhang Mingjun was renowned throughout the martial world for his fighting skills; learning directly from his master would be an excellent opportunity.
However, the path to Heaven had shattered into nine after the prosperous era's collapse, and most of the time it remained closed. Hence, refining the Star God Pill became extremely difficult; the only alternative was to condense ordinary Star Element Pills using Star Element Qi.
“That battle was years ago; Brother Chen need not dwell on it so much,” Ming Xuan said with a helpless smile. Although he hadn’t attended the grand tournament, he had plenty of bouts—he had fought Zhong Wushi at the Carefree Sect, and now in Ice City, he faced challenges from Chen Fanghu, each opponent stronger than the last.
Chen Xuan smiled and nodded, leading the three as they transformed into a streak of light, rushing toward the direction where Jiang Yulong and the others had departed.
It wasn’t that Spirit Eye Tribe’s three grand princes were aloof; one, Spirit Divine Son, had a sudden notion to cultivate farmland in this lifeless battleground. The one planting wasn’t him but three guests who came with the army after the annual Rainbow Bridge inspection—essentially one, as the Spirit Divine King cared only for this one.
“These thorns are tough and sharp, and they’re poisonous too—quite effective as concealed weapons. Better to keep them for future use,” Ming Xuan considered long-term development.
Unexpectedly, while Mei Lingfeng looked delighted, Jing Ye’s expression suddenly turned somber, softly saying, “Uncle, I... we can’t be together.”
Mo Yan wasn’t wrong; although the Witch Clan’s Seal Mark technique was created by the Witch Ancestor You Li, it was inspired by the Buddhist curse arts, evolving into a higher form—the Seal Mark technique. Even those who didn’t practice Buddhism could still wield it.

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Dong Ronghua’s words and the reactions of others around went unnoticed by He Zheng; at this moment, his gaze fixed solely on Zhang Guomin.
“All right, let me show you something beautiful. This sound is worth thousands,” Yan Rong joked, smashing the cherry tide artifact in his hand onto the ground.
He reassured the driver to ease his nerves, preventing aimless waiting. Then he bound Han Chenghe with a rope. Judging from Han’s recent aggression, though he had lost reason, he wasn’t yet mutated. Even if Han went berserk again upon waking, the rope would keep him safe.
This divine skill was incredible, involving the Dao of Space and perhaps the legendary technique of shrinking distances. Even more terrifying, it worked on others as well.
In fact, this was merely a precaution; the chance of the Pure Land Holy Mother escaping was slim. But with turmoil inside the palace and uncertainty about the assailant’s target, such measures were necessary.
“Let’s go. Tonight is the best chance to assassinate the enemy,” her teacher Barbara urged, having received intelligence from the Assassin’s Guild that the empire had begun pressuring the revolutionary army near the Western Regions. Their window for action was closing fast.
Lin Yi got up and walked over, glancing at the hairpin in Cui Zhu’s hand—a delicate pearl-studded filigree hairpin. Beautiful as it was, its two slender prongs were too soft to serve as a weapon.
At the valley’s entrance, the tower built atop the mountain kept at least two guards on watch at all times. Someone waved a flag, but the distance made it hard to see clearly.
“Haha, you say your martial arts were taught by Song Yuanqiao? All martial arts hinge on internal power as foundation and external techniques as application! Your internal cultivation is the Nine Yang Divine Skill, which has nothing to do with Wudang. And the founder of this Nine Yang Divine Skill is the old Taoist himself. What’s wrong with calling him your master?” Situ Zhong laughed heartily.
The system was somewhat generous—the bucket was free, made of metal with a lid, leaving Shen Lu very satisfied.
This powerful killing move, designed specifically to counter mages, was unstoppable no matter which mage faced it. Especially the assassin behind, delivering a full-force strike with a short blade— even a level twenty Magic Saint would be severely wounded and lose combat effectiveness instantly.

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Drowsily, Jiang Wan heard creaking sounds outside the door, half believing she was still dreaming.
Except for the naturally cold-resistant cave dwellers, all buildings of humans, barbarians, and half-orcs had coal stoves installed.
If Bai Rao guessed correctly, on the Divine Continent, Fang Liu kept Ye Ling alive with the Bone Shaping Pill.
She had dropped out of school, left the Imperial Capital Advanced Academy, and later, it was said she was expelled from the Shen family for theft.
“Isn’t the forging hammer fortress ordered to watch for foreign tribes...” the boy sharpening his dagger spoke calmly.
Soon, ten badges were delivered to the hall. Chief Han, Li Pu, Li Fei, and Han Xiaoyan each wore one. Then Li Pu drove off, bidding farewell to Ding Kun and leaving the 126th unit’s base.
Li Er rolled his eyes in anger, muttering, “So you don’t manage the household and don’t know the cost of living, spouting all these big truths, but you won’t pay a single penny yourself, huh?”
Yet the thorn in his heart wouldn’t go away, especially after Jia Zhen’s suspicious reaction when Qin Keqing was mentioned.
“All right, hahaha, that’s good. Let’s have a feast of famous dishes from Central Sea first,” Mo Ying finally relaxed, no longer acting like the dignified director from the capital.