Chapter 113: The Shadow Tattoo Master

With a thunderous bang, countless venomous snakes came rushing from all directions, darting straight toward the jade piece.

The man in the black jacket, witnessing this scene, cast a stunned glance across my face.

Only then did he realize the magnitude of the disaster he had unleashed.

This was no ordinary empty tomb; the matters within were far more complex than I had imagined.

Even I...

Fortunately, I had drunk plenty of water tonight, ensuring she did not miss any of these secrets. After hearing them, she silently returned to her room and continued to sleep.

Qu Ling naturally took note of her appearance. He blinked slightly, his gaze narrowing with an inscrutable flame flickering in his eyes.

Chu Junjie, drinking as he spoke, recounted in painstaking detail how Chu Xiaoxiao had come to him holding the gilded incense burner. The more Chu Jingyun heard, the more uneasy he felt.

Originally, he had no intention of going, but considering that she was now the only person left in the world sharing his bloodline, and with Zhanran present, taking her along seemed quite fitting.

Tan Jincheng’s face darkened with displeasure, and Li Yaohui’s expression shifted immediately as he covertly assessed their boss.

This meant that if they were assigned to the last session in the morning or afternoon, they would be less fortunate, forced to sit in the study room waiting until the very end.

Jiang Nan first used a stethoscope to listen to the old commander’s chest and abdomen, finding nothing abnormal.

Lin Zhengyang’s forced smile, lacking any genuine warmth, irritated Chu Xiaoxiao so much that she itched to slap him twice. Yet she had to restrain herself patiently.

Meanwhile, the old man felt that after a lifetime of solitude, devoted solely to medicine, it was rare to savor the sweetness of someone else’s affection. Naturally, he wanted to savor it a little longer.

Ling Yuan had other engagements and guessed that Xu Zeyun’s visit was also to discuss business, so he rose to take his leave.

Thus, as Ming Yu and Jin Linglongque were struck into the beam of light, Ning Hao and Huo Siyu simultaneously charged into it. In an instant, the space before them warped, and their forms vanished within that realm.

Typically, after recovering from a viral infection, antibodies form in the body. It seemed that the human face on Deng Bochuang’s body was a similar kind of antibody. No wonder it was enough to scare off the arrogant mad monk.

The current head of the Five Elements Sect was named Song Xian, just over a hundred years old and the great-grandson of Song Li. He had previously served in the ordinary military of the Wild Province, fighting fierce beasts and demon clans from the Sacred Realm. Lin Feng had never met him—after all, the Sacred Realm and the From-Sacred were different worlds, so it was perfectly natural.

This middle-aged man’s lips trembled with anger. He was exactly the kind of person I described—someone who had lived half a lifetime yet couldn’t tell yin from yang.

Elder Xue Ruye of the Eternal Immortal Palace had just finished announcing the rules. Before the real drawing began, a white-robed cultivator from the Frostgreen Immortal Domain already stepped forward. Had he not heard the rules? How utterly foolish.

Driven by necessity, he ended his cultivation abruptly, slamming his massive hand down. The ancient bronze bell above his head erupted with overwhelming energy, fiercely charging toward the Nine Stars Hall.

Calming himself, he glanced at Zhang Jingxuan from the corner of his eye, then turned his gaze to his brother, Lei Zhenlei.

Lord Dragon was overjoyed on the spot, ordering the man in the black suit to drag out the black snake, then addressing the two masters, “This way, please.”

I was stunned. Damn! Who took my weapon? This isn’t a pockmark; this is a scam!

Suddenly, fifty-eight steel doors opened one after another with a clang, and a figure appeared before the gates.

Moreover, in recent days, Gu Beicheng noticed that Tao Baogui paid him unusual attention. Every time he pulled weeds from the ridges in the field, Tao Baogui would meticulously inspect several times, his gaze laced with malice.

“What did you say?! I didn’t catch that.” I tilted my head away and shouted at the top of my lungs.