Volume 1, Chapter 109: The Yellow Springs Ascension Pill Technique

The Scripture Pavilion contains a vast collection of books and numerous secret techniques. Ordinary disciples are permitted to enter once a month for a duration of one day. Naturally, with the access level of an ordinary disciple, one cannot learn the truly core teachings, but even the common spells are more than sufficient for Ji Die. After all, "common" is relative! As one of the top powers in the western region of the Tiannan Continent, the Heavenly Dao Sect possesses a profound foundation. Many spells here are no less powerful than those Ji Die previously practiced, and some are even stronger. Among them, Ji Die even spotted a familiar technique: "Using the finger as a sword, following one's will to project sword qi!" This technique is somewhat similar to the one from back when... Some people experienced a sudden enlightenment and then wore expressions of anticipation, clearly assuming that Beidou’s intervention was to denounce Shui Rui for what she had just said.

A strange place, a strange dynasty, a strange time and space, and strange people. The only thing that remained unchanged was a lonely and aching heart—the only thing that truly belonged to him—along with memories of her. Every time Li Haonan looked at Gu Xiaobei in this state, his heart would instantly swell with boundless melancholy and bitterness, yet also with a touch of joy and relief. She was so afraid of him, yet so dependent on him; her appearance at this moment was so similar to how she looked during the early stages of her pregnancy. Even the eyes of everyone present were fixed on Tantai Mingyue. They all knew that her biological father was unknown. Could it be that Ji Xuan had a clandestine affair with Tantai Wulian back in the day? Although the Angel race yearned to eradicate all fallen angels, Wang Biao held no prejudice against them. The God of Light, Bright, was never a saint to begin with; it was not impossible that Lucifer would lead his people to betray him. Seeing this level, everyone was basically left speechless! What kind of concept is level 150?

Gu Xiaobei snorted coldly to herself. As expected, he had already planned everything, step by step, seducing her into becoming accustomed to this life of luxury and dissipation, accustomed to his tender care, slowly walking into the exquisite and luxurious birdcage he had tailored for her. The other main gods also ceased their actions, their faces changing rapidly. Some wanted to rush in to stop it, but they were held back by the archangels of the Angel race. Gu Xiaobei walked forward in a daze, passing through the streets and the crowds, her eyes vacant, like a wandering soul in the midst of this immense prosperity. Meiniang watched their interaction expressionlessly. Her gaze then fell on Ouyang Xiao, and she could not help but feel suspicious. Although he possessed the Seed of Life, his cultivation had not broken through that barrier, nor had he reached the level of "heart-refining." Why would such a proud being as the Demon God compromise for him?

Pale red pupils, soft facial features, and exquisite traits; a cascade of flowing brown hair fell to her waist. Her figure was curvaceous, her waist slender, to say nothing of her legs. "Need you ask? Of course, we're going to a high-risk zone. Adventure is secondary; collecting rare alchemical materials is the real prize," Fred said with a grin. Everyone was stunned. The bonfire that had been burning so vigorously just a moment ago—how did it suddenly extinguish? Even people as shrewd as their grandparents, their second uncle, and their father could not tell that these people were acting. Although the garrisons at those checkpoints were not numerous, they had charged through over a dozen checkpoints in a single day of slaughter, killing nearly a thousand soldiers.

After the meat and fish were fried, Lin Qingshi poured the excess hot oil into a pottery jar and began to cook. She made red-braised pork first, then a red-braised fish, as there was plenty of fish. Hearing Fangfang speak, Yingbao, wanting to amplify the effect of her words, coordinated by channeling spiritual energy within the space to whip up a powerful gust of wind. After the Immortal Ancient era, the Golden-Haired Hou King once consoled himself this way: even though he could no longer avenge the humiliations of the past, it didn't matter; after all, he had never had any hope of victory to begin with. Previously, when the Tenda headquarters was doing so well, there were masters who defected to work under Boss Ying and Peng Erniu. "A rare moment of leisure," Dumbledore thought to himself as he left his bedroom, entered his office, and sat at his desk. With a gentle wave of his hand, the curtains and windows opened, and bright sunlight streamed into the dark office.

His identity had been completely exposed after his time in Wusheng City and Shazi City. Even if Che Ming didn't kill him, there were many past enemies who would not let this opportunity pass, though Qin Yi was already accustomed to this. Do not think that just because Lolth moved her divine kingdom into the Abyss, she became a demon! Gods are gods, even if she has been corrupted and fallen. However, they could see the three sisters huddled in front of the safe, staring at it with expressions of extreme shock. It was impossible to imagine what they had seen to evoke such strange expressions. The fist of the high-level ability user on the left also slammed into Wei Feng's back. However, offset by the pressure field of Wei Feng's super-strengthened power, the force of the punch was nearly spent. Striking Wei Feng's body felt like hitting a flexible cutting board.

Luo Tian recounted the story vividly. Although it was all nonsense, he was a seasoned liar. Looking at his emotive performance, it seemed as if it had truly just happened. The palm blade, slightly obstructed, exerted force a second time. The scorching true fire contained within, squeezed by the external pressure, erupted with even more terrifying power, leading to a third flash of intense light. Wu Kai looked at the retreating figure of Lin Yanni with confusion, his heart filled with a sense of helplessness. He sighed softly and walked toward the dormitory. At this moment, he did not know that Lin Yanni’s face was flushed as if it were bleeding, and her heart was pounding uncontrollably. "The problem is, I don't trust you." Wang Ping knew that as long as these guys didn't want to become breeding stock for the women, they would say this sooner or later, so he didn't show any surprise. Tonight, Chinese fans were destined to spend a sleepless night, for in the Serie A league, Chinese players had finally appeared, and six of them at once—what a shock this was! Suddenly, the demons cheered. Being cooped up in the basin for nearly a month had driven them mad; they craved blood and slaughter. As the Dugu family's dead soldier's chin was struck, his fire-spewing mouth snapped shut, and the massive torrent of flames was extinguished instantly by the closing of his jaw. Then, like a rocket, he shot straight up into the ceiling.