Chapter 102: The Phantom Blossom

The group arrived at the foot of the mist-shrouded Spirit Peak, already halfway up the solitary and secluded mountain. Everywhere they looked, the rocky cliffs were steep, with many solitary purple-black flowers sprouting from the cracks in the stone walls, their dark purple hues extending all the way to the summit. The flowers stood about 30 centimeters tall, with alternately arranged leaves edged with irregular wavy serrations, and a faint fragrance drifting through the air.

Xu Zixian stepped forward to examine the flowers closely. “These flowers have a peculiar appearance, almost like ghostly faces, but I’ve never seen anything like them before. Do you know if they’re poisonous?”

Bai Xiao, one of the Three Heroes of Lingxiao, spoke from behind, “I once read about them in a book, but only two lines were recorded: ‘Ghost Flower, consume and fear no harm.’”

“How could such flowers grow on this sacred mountain, Spirit Peak...”

According to the rules set by Qing Tianze, only those below mid-tier Spiritual Reverence could participate. Although Wei Ge, disguised by Aoshuang, was a low-tier Spiritual Reverence, after undergoing rigorous physical training and acquiring the prodigious Silent Extinction Bow, his strength had reached its peak, enough to look down on all other contenders.

From the moment Jian Shuang was slapped, his murderous intent burst forth like a floodgate opening—unstoppable.

Li Shimin might not yet be capable of leading armies in battle, but in terms of strategy and calculation, he had long surpassed his elder sister.

The towering main peak of Kunlun Mountain had once been half destroyed when Gu Yue, a golden immortal, self-detonated his immortal energy. Now, Li She stood alone against over two thousand Blood God Sons, fighting without any reservation. The remaining Kunlun peaks, thousands of zhang tall, trembled precariously amid the explosive quakes.

Outside the Great Celestial Cycle, more than a dozen cultivators had already flown out. Among them was Lei Wuhen. While some left immediately after departing, most stayed nearby to observe the situation inside.

“Die!” Jiao Zheng waved his hands downward, and two massive black hammers emitted a low hum, like twin mountains, pressing down on the saber-toothed tiger Xu Tianya had transformed into.

The reason Wei Shenghai told Jian Hao he wouldn’t strike Aoshuang was largely because Yang Tiancheng had already informed him that his purpose in coming to the Northern Domain was to assist Aoshuang. Since Aoshuang had shown him kindness, he could not stand idly by in his time of peril.

“Reporting to the army commander, Gao Ruonan requests an audience,” a soldier of the Tianwu Army loudly announced outside the door as the two conversed.

“The problem isn’t as severe as you imagine. The Nature Heart fused with you can completely suppress the Seed of Light,” Buzuleiano explained.

With Tang Tian’s arrival, the Blood Lotus seemed to sense danger. This creature actually began retreating, accompanied by a series of high-pitched screeches, as if frightened or begging for mercy.

This was exactly what Jia Zheng and Miao Miao had mentioned yesterday afternoon. And early this morning, Jia Zheng had not lied—he left Caozhou City at dawn.

To them, someone like Tang Qian was nothing more than a street beggar. There was no need to insult her; even killing her would not bring any consequences.

The Demon Lord was dead... This was a crushing blow that shattered morale and bred despair. Meanwhile, Lin Xuan continued to spout trash talk.

The forwards were no different. Brogi and Kilen’s partnership posed a real threat to the Huaxia national team’s goal.

Feng Lingzi shoved aside the person beside him and let out a clear whistle. Suddenly, a milky white great bow materialized in his hands. Nangong Zhenglin had just been considering sparing Feng Lingzi out of respect for their valuable friendship, but now it was too late. Feng Lingzi had already unleashed his soul-killing weapon, which was tantamount to a deadly strike.

The basement was brightly lit. Liu Jingyi smiled as she stopped and turned to Nunu, waving her hand before her eyes. A wind talisman shot forth.

He took advantage of his position to always receive the latest issues first. Unfortunately, the complete original manuscripts were, at Du Ziyuan’s request, kept at the Moon God Temple, so even he could only read one chapter per week.

“I think you don’t need to worry about looks when finding a partner in the future,” Du Ziyuan suddenly said.

After such a reminder from Hongxian, Du Ziyuan agreed it made sense. Since he was familiar with the God of Wealth, asking him to help publish a comic book should be no problem.