Volume One, Chapter 53: Refined

With words spoken to this extent, if Xie Bin still failed to realize that Ji Die was playing him, it would mean all his cultivation to the late stage of Qi Refining had been in vain.

“Fine! Fine! Boy, I’ll remember you. This matter isn’t over. Though your alchemy skills are remarkable, you’re still merely at the sixth level of Qi Refining…”

He repeated the word “fine” twice, his face gloomy with reluctance to part with his Wind Banner. Yet, he raised his hand, slapped his storage pouch, and withdrew a half-human-tall banner, holding it out horizontally with one hand and handing it to Ji Die.

“The Wind Banner will be kept with you for now. Take good care of it, don’t lose it!”

“Rest assured, Senior Brother Xie. With the Wind Banner in my possession, I will safeguard it well. You need not worry!”

Ji Die’s heart surged with excitement, disregarding his threatening tone.

She suspected there was no scoring system at all; the sole task was to reduce Zhang Lan’s malice value to zero.

He couldn’t help himself and started talking again. He always thought of himself as a pitiful person, and she believed things shouldn’t always be like this. The outcome of forging ahead was, in fact, nowhere; he could only remain as he was, saying nothing, doing nothing, as if merely staying this way might alter everything.

“There are numerous military bases surrounding Paradise Island, but do you know why I specifically sought you out?” Luo Han took the initiative to ask.

Li Tianchen could exchange seven fragments of the Bridge to the Heavens for a Dao medicine or Dao artifact, while after fierce competition, a Dao medicine or artifact could be traded for fourteen fragments, and the number kept increasing.

In the original plot, Zhang Lan’s future was miserable, but isn’t that precisely the moment of her arrival? She believed she could change the predetermined course.

At that time, Chen Fan felt this person was unfathomable, and had learned his identity from the High Priest.

Some people repeatedly reported Lu Qin, accusing her of idling, but after several investigations, the authorities found no evidence.

After several calls, did he still fail to restrain himself? Once again, he started cursing, unable to help it. At first, trouble seemed inevitable, but they still harbored hope, believing that with effort, they could persuade others. Yet he also understood that no matter what, no matter how they tried, it was all futile.

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Li Tianchen rose along with the crowd and, looking from afar, saw pairs of twins with identical appearances and matching outfits entering the hall from several entrances.

“Sigh, since we’ve already come out, what reason is there to sit back down?” With that, Mo Lan prepared to accelerate straight toward the door.

The moment Ling Xian saw those three characters, a medicinal ingredient sprang to mind. After careful analysis, he couldn’t help but reveal a smile.

“Very well, then I’ll wait and see. If you truly restore the Golden Virtue Array to thirty percent of its power, I’m willing to apologize for my earlier words.” Yan Xiongfei’s face remained cold, skeptical that Ling Xian could achieve it.

A surge of powerful killing intent erupted from the elder Golden-Winged Roc—true killing intent that could suffocate. The Golden Demon Vulture trembled all over, clearly unable to withstand the pressure.

Du Fu’s heart was startled; he hadn’t expected Xiao Qu Bing to see through his worries with a single remark, as if they were kindred spirits. He was somewhat moved.

Lin Shuo’s previous attack was so fierce that everyone forgot he still held a divine weapon in his right hand.

Just as the black-clad mirror image said, if the Dao is wrong, persisting only drives oneself to ruin.

Shi Jian held the card in his hand, studying it under the light. It was nearly transparent, emitting a dark golden glow.

For the Yan family disciples, the Golden Virtue Array was not only their guardian but also their spiritual faith. Now that Ling Xian had successfully restored it, though not exactly a lifesaving favor, it was close enough. How could they not be grateful?

Likewise, if the Feng family’s reaction was too intense and Liu Yue Yan refused to intervene again, then Wu Chi would become an abandoned pawn.

In the Nine Heavens of the Divine Realm, from the first to the ninth, the concentration of spiritual energy increases step by step, and so does the pressure from heaven and earth.

“It seems this disciple of Liu Moon Palace holds considerable status within the palace,” Zhan Tian secretly thought.

“Insolence!” Before Jun Yixiao could respond, Bai Suxin seized the opportunity, leaping forward and landing several heavy slaps on Tu Han’s face.

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Fortunately, King Sha and his companions were imperial-level experts; otherwise, reaching the front of this giant turtle would have been nearly impossible.

“Wonderful, thank you, elder!” Jun Yixiao rejoiced. Though he did not fear death, who truly wishes to die? Besides, Jun Yixiao had many unfinished matters and countless attachments.

Lin Chen, borrowing the power of the Blood Soul True Body, assisted in channeling the unstable, raging blood energy within Marquis Tianwu’s body. Using blood soul strength in conjunction with Lin Chen’s cultivation, he gradually suppressed and refined the blood energy.

In the instant of mutual transformation, in the left eye, a gray, misty world slowly unfolded—there was nothing but a massive, decayed sword, impossible to carve, planted at a forty-five-degree angle in the center.

Just as Zhong Cuiping worried for the Heavenly Sword and the Snowcloud Evil Wolf King believed another claw strike could severely wound it, he seemed to have thought of a solution and replied fearlessly.

At this moment, Qiao Yu noticed that Liu Yi and he were on the same bed. Yet, Qiao Yu truly didn’t know what to do.

The tavern at night was livelier than by day. The small establishment was packed to capacity. We waited by the door as wave after wave of patrons left, finally securing a filthy table.

Jing Xiang didn’t understand how things had devolved so quickly. Just as he was about to plead for the scholars and commoners outside the Imperial City, Liu Yunchang, upon seeing Jing Xiang, became furious and immediately ordered the bailiffs to throw Jing Xiang and his companions into the dungeon, out of sight and mind, to curb the scholars’ arrogance.

Watching the dim light inside the room, Wang Jie stood tall atop a distant tree, extending his divine sense rapidly to scan the room.

When I opened my eyes again, the scene before me was no longer what I had seen moments ago. A towering palace stood before me, its splendor rivaling any structure within the imperial palace.

The black-clad man finished his shout, yet there was no movement inside, as silent as death.

Her suffering, her joy, her life, her death—her every action seemed to tug at his heart. She was like a seed embedded within, taking root and sprouting, entwining all through his being.

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