Chapter 37

Only now could Xu Ming be considered a true practitioner of the Spirit Sand Realm. Previously, although he had comprehended four thousand threads of various artistic conceptions, he had not possessed a single grain of spirit sand.

As he contemplated these scriptures, his inner conflict grew, and unbeknownst to him, the inner demons of the monk Tang Seng intensified. The reason lay in the radiance borrowed from his past life’s parents, who were devout Buddhists. Standing before the graceful and magnificent Thousand-Armed Guanyin, he instinctively felt a sense of unworthiness—no, that was not it; it was the light itself.

Within that space, the waters of the surging Demon Emperor Corpse Pool cascaded like a galaxy, roaring thunderously. Beneath that silvery waterfall, a pool of extraordinarily mystical, blood-colored void had condensed, radiating dense, pure energy that refreshed the spirit.

Immediately following this, he took a direct hit from the Antarctic Immortal’s Three-Treasure Jade Ruyi while caught in the gale formation. It was this very strike that caused the winds to turn violently chaotic.

Wait, why do I see red starlight? Why is there such a strange and brilliant luster? Naruto, who had been pushed aside, was fortunate enough to avoid the blinding attack of the autumn sun.

Following the persuasion of Xuan Bing and Ruyun, and faced with Zhou Zixiu’s ruthless and undisguised response, Ruoshui frowned and remained silent for a moment before nodding fiercely at Zhou Zixiu, gritting her teeth as she spat out those words.

Hong Ming paused, then turned his gaze with a look of greed toward the medical ninjas who were slowly surrounding him.

An invisible, formless spiritual sense, with the momentum of an overturned sea, rushed into the minds of the three elders of the Xiao Manor. With his telekinetic power freezing their bodies and preventing them from moving, Li Han said with a beaming smile.

Violence is hidden within human nature; once power becomes too great, people develop aggressive tendencies.

At the same time, as the master of the ancient map, a mysterious ancient tower slowly emerged in Chu Feng’s eyes.

"The current nephew of the Marquis has a family background no less impressive than that jerk from last time. Leonard, what happened?" Leanna pressed.

The Xuanfeng Sect originally had three experts in the Mansion Opening Realm. Master Huangyuan was dead, Yu Tiangang had fled, and only one remained.

The tools brought back initially, a hammer and a pair of pliers, were of the third-tier low grade, which could be of great help to Bai Tailie.

A tall, upright figure stood in the forest, looking back and forth as if searching for something, occasionally glancing behind him as if wary of someone approaching.

Ding Yun thought about it for a while. Although he did not refuse, he indicated that they could discuss it later, suggesting that if the actor had time, they could schedule an exclusive interview.

"You can report that to the leader later. If there’s nothing going on recently, I could take some time off to accompany you," Karasu said to Sabo after hearing this.

Accompanying these changes, Wei Wu felt an intense burning sensation in his body, as if all his blood were boiling.

After watching Mr. Ouyang eat the chicken, Yunniang watched his expression nervously, wanting to know if the dish she had prepared today was to his liking.

Su Qixi raised her eyes to glare at the man in front of her. Huo Jingzun’s handsome face was turned slightly, showing no sign of anything unusual.

The fierce and powerful force caused Xiao Yanlong’s face to flush, but he suppressed his injuries and used that momentum to break away.

"Duke of England, the stone bricks are cold and bad for the knees; you need not kneel," Yining said, though she could not bring herself to call the Duke father, her tone was softer.

Wangsheng noticed that she remained submissive and kept her eyes downcast as she spoke. He mused that she must have some hidden agenda, but under the watchful eyes of the sect, he did not fear her causing any trouble.

The crowd in the central square watched their departing figures. Those who had received Song Xueyi’s blessings were overjoyed, while those who had not, though disappointed, did not show it too clearly.

These developments had far-reaching implications. The Hidden Immortal Sect had already announced that they had decided to expel the traitor Song Xueyi from the sect and had dispatched his former master, Elder Wangyu, to hunt him down and deal with him.

Ling Jiu watched as the scorching flames erupted from the ground, burning the soles of their feet and destroying their shoes. Yet, they seemed to feel no pain, merely looking on with curious, grinning faces. She couldn't help but mutter to herself: their skin must be incredibly tough.

Li Yu had been the kindest to her in the Flying Eagle Unit; deceiving him now weighed heavily on her heart.

She lifted the lid, poured some water in, and covered the pot again. A moment later, the aroma grew richer; the scent of chives mingled with the delicate fragrance of eggs, leaving everyone who had been busy in the kitchen feeling famished and particularly distressed.

Chen Yameng watched the back of Feng Linlu and finally withdrew her gaze. She hoped Sister Feng was alright; otherwise, Brother Feng would not be this anxious.

After all, tomorrow was the final day of the program’s recording, and everyone hoped to meet it in their best state.

The tsundere uncle did not speak, simply turning away so as not to look at her. Gu Xingliang set down her tea, rose slowly, and took one last lingering look at the tsundere uncle.

The clashing sound of weapons echoed down the mountain. Although faint, it was clearly audible to Niu Ben and Wu Chi.

A spirit beast was already a pressing need for Li Jingsui, and a divine horse was something he longed for. With both factors combined, Li Jingsui could find no reason to refuse Niu Ben.

"What’s wrong? What is that noise on your end?" Hearing her strange tone, the Great Demon King immediately asked.

"It’s nothing. You should categorize them first." As she spoke, she took out the pile of medicinal herbs directly from her storage ring.

Jialuo held the person in his arms, feeling that the weight was not what one would expect of a man. Looking down, he discovered a patch of blood on the person’s chest, the black-red blood appearing particularly jarring against the pale white robes.

Gong Jinxuan kissed Bai Yiran’s long hair with relief, inhaling her unique fragrance deep into his breath and marrow, wishing to never forget it for as long as he lived.

Bai Yiran sighed; everyone around her was paired up, except for Yan Yalun, who kept pacing back and forth, unable to see the person right beside him.

"Ninety percent." When these words reached Wang Jie’s ears, he was too shocked to speak. If this were true, then once Wang Ting obtained this herb, his advancement to the Spirit Sect Realm would be a certainty.

Having said this, he tugged at Jin Se’s arm, telling her to continue lying on his back. Jin Se could only glare with fury, resting her chin on Zhongli Shuo’s shoulder. She had never felt such humiliation, but she was helpless and could only allow Zhongli Shuo to carry her back.