Chapter 153: Sword Intent in the Tea

Returning to the cave dwelling at Luoqiong Peak, Bai Yuening immediately set up restrictions and took out the container of Spirit-Nourishing Tea.

The moment the jade jar was opened, a rich, warm tea fragrance that seemed to penetrate straight to the soul permeated the air, instantly making her mind feel clear and refreshed.

"Quick, quickly let me taste it!"

Ye Ming could no longer wait, his phantom image flickering across the sword body, staring longingly at the amber-colored tea leaves.

Without hesitation, Bai Yuening took out a single tea leaf and carefully pressed it close to the spine of the sword.

The round table was very large. Xing Yue sat at the very top, followed in descending order by Lun Lun, Xiyue, Shui Mang, Fan Dadan, Ye Feiqi, Chi Shuai, Baimo, Jin Renbin, Ding Yi, Maoniu, Peng Yu, Wu Gang, Duan Yubing, Ming Liang, Chen Lei, and the leaders of more than a dozen external factions who had just surrendered.

Jin Jianfeng's long speech practically critiqued everyone present. Everyone remained silent, none of them answering his questions, seemingly afraid that any extra word might lead to a slip of the tongue.

The lights at the southern gate were bright, and people were everywhere. To fend off the biting cold, everyone huddled together and lit a bonfire to raise the temperature.

Before this, who would have dared to imagine that a cultivator at the Mortalization Realm would dare to speak in such a manner to a cultivator at the Heavenly Brilliance Realm? Although Zhao Jianyi flatly refused to believe that Li Hexian was merely at the Mortalization Realm.

Commercial talents within their organization were also referred to as the brains. Looking at Li Dexing, a deeper sense of awe appeared in their eyes—they must remember never to cross paths with someone capable of strategizing everything from behind the scenes, as every step one took would end up being within such a person's calculations.

"Hold on tight! We're leaving! Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." Sliding the pedals and kicking off heavily with both feet, he took his belongings and pedaled away, carrying Leng Youyou with him.

Xing Yue's punch, with its strength somewhat restrained, landed solidly on his opponent's body. Even though Xing Yue had reduced his force by a few fractions, the blow still carried considerable power. Yet after taking Xing Yue's punch, the expression on the black man's face remained entirely unchanged, still bearing an air of extreme disdain.

If he could use middle-grade primordial stones for cultivation right now, or even upper-grade primordial stones, his cultivation realm would be able to advance at a rapid pace.

If you say it looks good, would that be a bit too much? After all, who could be shameless enough to show someone a hickey and ask if it looks good?

With a sudden, unexpected movement, it directly smashed through the gas mass, and countless weapons rained down simultaneously upon Gao Zhanhun.

As a traditional Chinese medicine doctor proficient in the complete art of acupuncture, Xiao Bafun naturally knew how to use acupuncture to provide emergency hemostasis for patients.

What was even more ridiculous was that this bandit was completely unreasonable, acting as if Li Yuan existed solely to serve it. Whenever Li Yuan's speed in absorbing spiritual energy slowed down even slightly, the bandit would directly drain Li Yuan's vital blood and essence.

The Demon Lord picked it up to take a look, a glint flashing in the depths of his eyes. His plan would indeed require borrowing the hands of Mu Fanxi.

Her ability and strength were plain for all to see; if not for that, her father would not have chosen her in the past.

"I think it's because this shadow is not the true form; the true form of the ghost is hidden beneath the shadow! We haven't actually seen the true form of this ghost yet, so the mission isn't considered complete," Xu Yi said.

If it hadn't been for Ye Ning's timely shout just then, which dragged their rationality back, they probably would have been scared out of their wits.

Seeing that Ye Ning still dared to resist, Uncle Liu let out a cold snort, and the blade of palm Qi in the air suddenly increased in force by several fractions.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Xiao Bafun walked straight to his outpatient clinic, changed into his white coat, and prepared to start work.

For safety's sake, the Demon Lord did not plan to randomly make up a name. What if this girl found out that no such person existed? Wouldn't that be inviting trouble for himself?

To be fair, back when he was pursuing Zhao He, he had received no shortage of harsh scoldings from her. But at the time, he had simply assumed that Zhao He was thin-skinned and shy, and therefore had never taken it to heart.

Just as Song Mingting was quietly meditating and cultivating, a bronze mirror on the table beside him suddenly emitted a beam of light, shifting and transforming into the likeness of Immortal Zhongshu.