Volume 1, Chapter 123: The Alchemy Assembly and the Martial Trial

Living a life of simple routine, Ji Die naturally did not neglect his cultivation. By day, he studied alchemy classics in the bamboo pavilion, and by night, he absorbed spirit stones to enhance his cultivation base.

Half a year had passed since his arrival in the Sea of Contemplating Bamboo.

The golden ocean within his body, which had shrunk by two-thirds due to his breakthrough to the Foundation Establishment stage, had surged back to its former capacity after he absorbed over a hundred high-grade spirit stones. It had reached the peak of the early Foundation Establishment stage—just one opportunity away from a further breakthrough!

In his storage bag, the mountain of high-grade spirit stones had decreased by a third. With over two hundred remaining, he had no immediate need to worry about running out.

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Three months! Chen Mo had been in the underground Demon Realm for exactly three months, and he had finally occupied the entire Ouluo region.

However, by the time he realized it, his health had already been whittled down to a quarter by the defensive towers.

At that moment, the television in the hospital room suddenly changed channels, and Chen Mo’s cold face appeared on the screen.

Whether it was due to advanced age or the severe cough that had plagued her for days, Mrs. Sun’s voice was hoarse; unless one listened carefully, it was hard to make out what she was saying.

I had barely finished speaking when the tears that had been swirling in his eyes began to fall, pattering down as if they were worthless.

Huyan Zhuo’s beast transformation terminated, reverting him to human form. The five wounds on his body could no longer be concealed, and blood flowed from them incessantly.

Once they reached the front lines, there was no need to stay in treehouses anymore. Lieutenant General Alman ordered the former commander-in-chief of the Nanyue army to move out of his mansion, handing the residence over to the Duke.

Lost in her thoughts, she did not notice that Shen Ze, who had been walking in front, had stopped and turned around.

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Had it not been for his thick skin, Chen Mo would have starved to death long ago when he was an orphan. After he and his younger sister escaped the orphanage when he was ten, he had to beg for food every day; without thick skin, it would have been impossible to survive.

Xu Hui was startled. Fearing the consequences, he quickly dodged to the side and activated his innate skill, "Invisibility," vanishing from the sight of the two.

"Oh, did you bring us gifts, too?" Yang Shanshan looked at Zhang Genbao with a look of surprise.

"Sucuosier, your tribe is blessed!" Tipsy from the wine, the elder of the Bishi tribe, Namiye, slurred his words. The sentence was simple, and Li Xu understood it perfectly. But the elder’s subsequent words struck Li Xu as nonsensical.

The woman referred to as "Aunt Fang" appeared to be under thirty, yet the way she looked at Huaxia was like a mother disappointed in a child who failed to live up to expectations.

"Pursue!" Long Yu darted out first, followed by the others. Long Yu had only seen Angus fall, not die. Now it seemed that since Milia had even used the Arrow of Depravity, she was clearly determined to finish him off.

These birds, which should have been mindless, now acted as if they had received some command, desperately trying to batter a hole through the window, heedless of their own lives.

"Aunt, Snowhoof is tamed; it won't throw me off. Please, just let me ride a few laps!" Song Ruoxi had already ridden a few times and, believing her horsemanship sufficient, pleaded again.

The miserable wails of the evil spirit clan began to rise, and the human cultivators felt as if a long-held grudge had been vented. Killing five or six hundred evil spirits in one go was undoubtedly a magnificent slaughter—a vast, grand feast.

This time, Yun Hao had refined five True Essence Pills. Each was plump, with faint, strange patterns appearing on their surfaces, marking them as high-quality pills—the kind that are worth their weight in gold and impossible to procure.

A force of two hundred thousand meant little to a vast Holy City, but it was more than enough to break the balance. If the Holy King lost his constraints, he would be more terrifying than any family or faction, for he represented the greatest faction of all. Could a faction tolerate the existence of another that threatened its own?

She shook her head vigorously, trying to banish Liu Cheng from her thoughts, but when she looked at Ning Liang, her vision clouded and he became Liu Cheng again.

The guards who had blocked them watched the two figures disappear, a faint glimmer in their eyes, before turning back to continue their patrol with meticulous attention.

***

Murong Xuan watched as Murong Ming was dragged away by Murong Qi, a scattering of laughter tinting his tea-colored eyes.

Soaked to the bone, she crawled onto the bank. No matter how anxious she was, she remembered to wring out her clothes before heading south, terrified that the water would leave a trail that could be followed to capture her.

The girls in Tianyi City were not particularly beautiful; in truth, they weren't even as pretty as the two girls beside them. Was this why Mu Chen had left in dissatisfaction?

The divine steed’s indifference from beginning to end annoyed him. In his heart, it was just a horse; it had no right to be arrogant before him.

"Huh?" Qin Xuan reached out to pull Wu Aizhen up from the ground. The impact had been severe, and Wu Aizhen clutched her backside, unable to rise for a while.

Only Zhao Renfan frowned at this moment, his expression strange as he looked down at Lie Jun, seemingly lost in thought.

Just then, hurried footsteps were heard outside. An Kang sighed; he didn't know if this was good news or bad, but one thing was certain: he wouldn't be getting any sleep again.

Forget it, don't even think about it. Pei Shiyin might have nothing, but what she did possess was a stubborn and proud spirit.

Chief Meng and his wife looked at their formidable son-in-law, their faces reflecting an inability to find words, and they dared not speak anyway.

Calculating based on the top 1,000 on the hunter leaderboard, there were only about ten who slipped through the net; therefore, the difficulty of recruiting them was worse than cultivating one’s own.

General magic tools required four steps. If there were a fifth step, it would be to find a suitable artifact spirit and place it inside the tool.