Chapter 122: A Grand Strategy

Hearing this, goosebumps broke out all over my body. No poison on earth is as venomous as the human heart.

"The second young lady was a fool, too. She followed Professor Kang wholeheartedly, hoping to become the most renowned scholar in the archaeological world. Little did she know, she would learn nothing and end up being destroyed by him. Take a look at these birth characters—do they look familiar to you?"

The man in the black jacket blinked and reached into his...

"It means exactly what it sounds like: move the flower and replace it with a tree; transfer your soul out of your body and replace it with another." The system spread its hands and explained leisurely.

This was because they discovered that Qi Xiu’s displayed cultivation level was only at the eighth stage, while both sides present were ninth-stage cultivators.

Especially since the monarchs and ministers of Xunjia had heard that the Han army had slaughtered a million people within the borders of Paikche, they were quite fearful of these cold-blooded demons and had no choice but to yield and submit.

As she walked toward the shopping mall with Jiang Nuan’s arm in hers, Lin Qingqing suddenly felt a sense of melancholy. She used to complain about her impoverished youth, complaining about why she couldn't be a normal college student who could buy whatever she wanted with a monthly allowance from home.

"The Seven-Star Immortal-Slaying Sword—that is its new name," I said softly. Forging a spirit sword should have been a joyous occasion, but although I was able to infuse it with the power of the dragon soul and the power of the stars, the dragon soul that had perished at the hands of Xiao Yinchen had ultimately vanished into ashes, never to return.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Qingqing opened her laptop. What was meant to come would come sooner or later; it made no difference whether she read those comments or not.

As for fruits and vegetables, they actually ate very little. Don't bother mentioning "health foods" like wild herbs and wild fruits; that is only something people of later generations talk about because they have lived too comfortably. If the common people of the Great Han could truly afford tasty, cheap produce, who the hell would run into the mountains to dig up those gritty, tooth-aching wild greens?

When Zhan Ying walked to his side, the Emperor reached into his robes, pulled out an object, and placed it into Zhan Ying's hand, signaling for him to pass it to the old man behind the screen.

Finally, Lyubov could hold on no longer. Struck by the blade energy, she was tossed high into the air. A long gash ran from her left shoulder to her chest, the vibrant red blood stark against her fair, tender skin. It possessed a tragic, beautiful allure; had her expression not been so ferocious, Du Jinshan might have lost himself to her beauty.

Fede watched the three deserters who were still trying to run this way at the very last moment. He realized that Captain Alan had completely seized control of the situation; the few hundred people remaining in the inner city had nowhere left to retreat.

"One thing to note is that this planet originally harbored intelligent life, but those beings were much like those on present-day Earth. After developing to a certain level, they brought about their own destruction through a world-ending war, which left the settlements of those intelligent beings heavily irradiated."

As for how high the level of importance was, he did not know. But one thing Long Shaofeng could be certain of: if his request was too excessive, Master Xue Xian would certainly refuse him, and it was highly likely to provoke her rage.

However, Tang Ling was not wrong; as far as Ye Feng's current condition was concerned, all he could do was let nature take its course and leave it to fate.

"It seems we have decided to participate. Besides the five major sects, the Five-Vein Martial Arts Tournament actually includes several large families and local factions, and the Dao City will surely be among them," Chen Jie said.

"I have observed that the scenery here is distributed as if there were a mirror; with us as the axis of symmetry, the scenery on both sides is identical, including us. Therefore, I suspect the key to breaking this formation lies right here," Feng Ziling said.

Imhotep’s eyes flickered. He did not chase after Yang Chong and the other two as they fled. Instead, he slowly absorbed the essence from the residual flesh and blood on the ground, further restoring his withered tissues, and continued to prepare the magical formation on the ground.