Chapter 42

The All-Hallow Wood truly lived up to its name, brimming with an extraordinary abundance of spiritual energy. Moreover, its primal core was a thousand-year-old fleeceflower, a substance of profound spiritual essence. It took Tang Xiao half a month to fully absorb the spiritual energy from a mere three-inch section of the wood.

He never would have imagined that a straightforward guy like himself could utter such sweet nothings. Brother Su Nan was utterly disgusted with himself, but he had no choice. He was not living merely for himself; he had to save his younger sister and also rescue Ouyang Heyue. If he were living solely for his own sake, he would never have stooped to living in such a spineless manner.

"Dean Du, a formal invitation has arrived from the main Apothecary Palace. Will you be attending this grand gathering of alchemists?" The inner court elder produced a blue invitation card, emblazoned with the emblem of a cluster of burning flames.

"It's a good thing you don't like her. I was afraid I might fall for her, only to be paralyzed by fear of the Heavenly Palace's strict rules," Su Nange said, looking at your infatuated expression.

"If you want to sleep, then go ahead and sleep. I'm leaving!" After guiding Beishan into the building, He Yulan cast a cold glance at him and turned on her heel to leave.

"An ancient meteorite artifact. Once you and Cao Diwei arrive there, you will naturally understand. Your energy-based perspective can do more than just see through the human body; it can also detect the concentration of celestial energy within jade and stones. The energy contained within that ancient meteorite artifact is extremely dense, which will greatly benefit your energy cultivation," the robot replied to Sieg.

It was not until after they had finished lunch and sat together for over an hour that the guests were finally seen off. Qi Anning’s visit seemed to have been merely for the sake of accompanying Jiang Sixue back to her maiden home.

In any case, Lu Yao possessed a vast store of spirit stones and could afford to use them extravagantly. Now that he was newly establishing a clan, everything was in ruins and awaited rebuilding—precisely the time when all sorts of resources were in high demand. It was wise to stockpile as much as possible.

Uryan Erdene did not understand at first. After pondering the matter carefully, his face flushed red in an instant.

This swordsmanship was truly worthy of the name Crimson Cloud, elevating his combat power straight upward. In countless past battles, he had lost count of how many enemies he had slain by virtue of this sword technique.

Yesterday's patient was already in stage three cancer and discovered far too late. My original recommendation was pharmaceutical treatment to alleviate the patient's pain, prolong their life, and gently guide them through their final days in peace.

ATLAS's most illustrious achievement was the detection of the "God Particle," the Higgs boson. Weighing over 7,000 tons, this colossal machine was constructed from rings of colorful metal shielding panels—possessing a bizarre silhouette and a profound physical beauty.

"I am truly sorry, Teacher Wu. I've been far too busy lately. I accept my punishment and will start by running a self-imposed 5-kilometer penalty," Shen Qi apologized to Teacher Wu of the track and team with utmost sincerity.

This was also one of the spells Loloi had taught Wu Liang, known as the "Rain-Calling Technique." Its principle relied on using magic to compress the moisture in the air to induce rainfall. Fortunately, the port city of Golden Harbor was caressed by refreshing sea breezes every day, and the air was by no means lacking in water vapor. Thus, even when Wu Liang cast the Rain-Calling Technique, it could produce remarkable results.

Even if I believed it, could I possibly take action against the Wang family based purely on a gut feeling? At most, it warranted a sense of internal vigilance.

Loloi suddenly realized she had made a mistake: she had treated Aisa as being of the same species. Upon closer reflection, the physiological structures of the Peterians and the Fralians were completely different; they merely shared similar appearances. Naturally, applying her experience with Fralians to a Peterian was a grave error.

The fact that his psychological state regarding matters of the heart was so dark, and his possessiveness so intense, came as a slight surprise even to him. Yet this was the first time he found himself utterly unable to control his emotions—nor did he have any desire to do so.

Before I knew it, my parents had already changed my appointment to a specialist clinic. After examining me, the specialist declared it was merely a hair-line fracture.

"Hey, Shen Qi, Zhou Yuanan, what are you two whispering about? Could it be that you are exceptionally well-acquainted with Professor Wiles?" the deputy team leader asked.

"Is that so? Then I shall look forward to it..." Old Shi smiled, a genuine smile that came straight from his heart.

Murong Aotian squared off against Fairy He. Without revealing their trump cards, the two fought to a standstill. For the first time, Fairy He looked at Murong Aotian with newfound respect, acknowledging the progress he had made during this period.

Unlike spatial fissures, spatial gates were exceedingly stable, and the realm within them was fixed at the moment of its creation. The object in Alva's hand must undoubtedly be the key to opening a spatial gate.

So-called artistic observation and gathering of material by a writer should inherently involve adopting the detached perspective of a bystander to coldly observe the myriad states of the world and record those materials of true value.

Having said this, Xiao Long paid no further attention to the fellow. Sweeping Ya Fei up into a horizontal embrace, he kicked open the nearest door and strode inside.

"What a long-lost, disheveled way to eat." Yakumo Yukari drifted out from the void. She sat upon a chair before a Western-style dining table, partaking of the lunch Gan Ning had prepared with peerless elegance.

Like a divine dragon emerging from the sea, breaking through the water to ascend the heavens, amid a deafening roar, the peaks below shattered one after another, surging skyward alongside the river water in a chaotic spray of droplets.

It was only then that the onlookers snapped back to reality, realizing that this pot-bellied man had been sent flying by a single kick from Shi Lei. His underlings hurriedly rushed forward to haul him up.

For the final time, he restrained his head teacher, dragging the young boy toward the principal's office to initiate the withdrawal procedures.

Sure enough, the God of Light was covered in wounds, which were proving exceedingly difficult to heal. Entwined within them was the power of a curse—an inherently insidious method. After all, curses were the domain of only a select lineage of practitioners across the Eternal Continent.

At that instant, with no time for hesitation, he rapidly detached a fraction of his divine consciousness, shaping it into the likeness of his true form to plunge deep into the embryonic state of his internal world.

While Qin Zhen was lost in fantasies of Lin Nan toiling over Lin Xue's body, a grinning face suddenly popped up right in front of him, giving him a fright.

Looking up at the brilliant pearl overhead and the massive screen floating quietly in the air, the monkeys in the audience felt a profound sense of curiosity.

Refining the unconscious Kan trigram proved far easier than Wu Xiaoyao had imagined. This particular refinement could be described as remarkably smooth.

The hundreds of millions of cultivators gathered within the Sky City represented the backbone of various realms, yet today, they were all doomed to perish here.

The heavy door of the private box, crafted from hard pear wood, was blasted open by immense force. A man draped in a white cloak strode into the box with a dark and gloomy expression.

At this juncture, with that single step descending in the blink of an eye, all of Qing Lin's efforts would likely be reduced to naught.

Kashyapa’s expression turned extraordinarily grim. He was naturally a sycophantic flatterer by nature; now, being mocked by the monkey once more, all the hidden malice lurking in his heart surged forth in an instant.