Chapter 64: The Clan Tournament

"Why don't you just go buy it directly from the alchemist, or trade a sixth-grade spirit herb for it?" Mo Liancheng reminded him. However, it was just a passing remark, as he already knew such advice wouldn't be of much use. Jia Fugui certainly would have thought of this option himself, but it simply wasn't viable.

Ning Xiezui shrugged, noncommittal. His quiet gaze drifted into the distance, looking at Ji, who was staring blankly at the sky outside the room, and after a long while, a faint smile curved the corners of his lips.

He pulled the note out from his pocket. It was given to him by the Crown Prince, who claimed it was a relic left by the late Empress. In the end, his younger sister, the Empress, had still kept a few backup plans for her son. Yet he was somewhat relieved that the letter only mentioned him sheltering a wanted criminal of the imperial court; the Crown Prince likely did not know anything more.

"It's nothing. Just a bit cold. Aidaya, let me emphasize this again: my name is Aidaya. It is a mononym, not one of your compound names. If you separate it, people will mistake my family name for 'Ai'." Aidaya glared fiercely at Lin Xiao, warning him.

Lin Tianyao thought about it. He did have an invitation card in his possession, but to just hand it over to this old woman felt somewhat ungrilling.

He had most likely acquired a language translator from somewhere, and at the same time, he was wearing an optical brain on his wrist, his fingers pressing upon something on his other hand.

Lin Mo sighed softly, though he did not expose Xu Yi's obvious lie. Was he perhaps in a bad mood? He dropped his game controller, picked up his phone, and ordered food delivery.

Thus, she had been able to remain so calm and instructed Yufeng and Yuchen to keep a close eye on Nangong Ming, and as for Z, she told them to bury him properly, otherwise, she feared she would completely break down.

Beneath the three caves hung three iron chains. To enter the caves, one had to ascend by following these three iron chains.

However, after arriving at the entrance of the Wild Goose Pagoda in the blink of an eye, Lin Tianyao felt that the money spent was worth it. Looking at the map, the wandering master was taking a cool breeze under the bodhi tree just fifty meters away, though he had to take a detour from the location of the Wild Goose Pagoda. A detour was fine; reaching the destination was what mattered.

The car drove towards the western suburbs and stopped in front of a majestic Bian family estate. On both sides of the gate stood lifelike stone lions, and the red-lacquered courtyard walls, over four meters high, concealed everything inside from view.

With the aid of the Soul-Severing Saber, the disassembled iron chains remained completely undamaged, and they were strong enough to support the weight of a hundred Ning Haos.

Zong Tao was momentarily at his wits' end. Judging by the gunshots, the enemy had two machine guns guarding the gate, making it impossible to get close.

Lin Jianbing and the others were already familiar with the route. After traveling more than ten kilometers along the way, they finally encountered a second-rank demonic beast, the Crimson-Horned Rhinoceros.

Leaving the National Security Building, dusk was approaching. Xia Fan and his elder sister, Xia Muli, grabbed a quick bite to eat and hurried to the Huaxia Divine Hospital.

Xia Fan held his silver needle and observed quietly. He did not understand why the crimson color had turned purple, what would happen next, or whether the patient would improve; all of this remained completely unpredictable.

The servants also began to roar along. A moment later, people were astonished to discover that even the newly received apples and pear blossoms were waving their arms and shouting with great passion and emotion.

After letting out a loud shout, Wang Congming rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and charged straight toward Zhao Zilong.

They felt that Xia Tian was growing up, so their restrictions on him were not as strict as before. Consequently, when Xia Tian did not come home for two or three days recently, they felt entirely at ease.

"Oh, come off it. I don't trust you at all right now. Someone like you who can casually hand out my phone number isn't worthy of trust in the slightest," Tang Feng said, pretending to be very angry.

In the distance, the city walls of Linchuan had already come into clear view for everyone, and a surge of joy of returning home welled up spontaneously.

"Who is this related to?" Liu Yiyi asked, furrowing his brow. Li Pojie was the nephew of the municipal bureau chief; even though he wasn't very bright, his formidable background alone made him worth utilizing.

After waiting for about an hour, the auction venue was packed with almost no empty seats, and the auction officially commenced with the appearance of a white-haired elder.

A short while later, the two of them rode their horses to the Liaodong and Jiliao Governor's Mansion. As soon as they entered the main hall, they saw a garrison officer conversing with Liu Yunwei.

Qi Hu was also somewhat disappointed by his son's failure to live up to expectations. This good-for-nothing son of his caused trouble for him outside every day. Fortunately, he had powerful connections backing him up, which allowed him to reach his current position, but this useless son kept stirring up trouble for him day after day. To Qi Hu's utter astonishment, however, Ye Xian refused him without a care in the world.

At this moment, Shuang'er's face was filled with fatigue, and even the light screen behind her had completely vanished. She grasped the ancient wooden staff in her hand once again.

Faced with the inquiry of Duke Zhenguo Liu Yunwei, the four of them looked at each other in dismay, stammering for a moment without being able to give an answer. All the words they had prepared in their minds beforehand deserted them, leaving them unable to utter even a single sentence.

Yet, in the midst of such evenly matched combat where both sides held nothing back, they were still able to effortlessly wield the laws of space to pacify the source of the turmoil. It was truly unfathomable.

She merely wanted to verify her own intuition. Now, judging by Jin Yong's tone, her guess was likely correct.

Yuanwei waved his staff, and an ice dragon roared into the crevice of the mountain cliff, then circled back around Yuanwei once before dissipating into nothingness.

Since Yafu said she could help Yuanwei and Muhui recover their spiritual energy, the spiritual energy there certainly could not be scarce.

Chuncao took the bowl. Seeing that Lü Ziqi had downed it in a single gulp, she assumed he was still thirsty and stood up to fetch more water.

He searched around and arrived in front of a nine-story pagoda built of white stone with layered eaves and drum-shaped cornices. The pagoda showed very few traces of wind and rain erosion, clearly indicating it was a newly constructed building from the past few decades. Walking around to the back, he found a half-ajar stone door. The surrounding sand and ground had been swept clean, showing that people frequented the place.

As it turned out, that grey shadow was none other than Fusheng. In truth, because Fusheng had not chosen the bloodline of the Earth-Covering Rat, Meng Qi no longer paid much attention to him, and did not even bring him along when setting out on travels.

"Then how is it that I have no recollection of it at all?" Junlan scratched his head in distress. He felt that this newcomer named Honglian was extraordinary, yet he simply couldn't remember him.

"Good grief, another violent party without a healer!" The younger sister stuck out her tongue and laughed with a smile.

"Emperor of Martial Arts, does this mean I have successfully broken through to the third stage of the Martial Emperor Heart Sutra, 'Spirit Wandering in Four Directions'?" Shi Quan asked.

Older Brother Ping slowly pushed forward the Setting Sun Mace, which moved leisurely through the air and emitted a deafening crash. This was the 'Lightning Strike' he had created himself.