Volume 1, Chapter 42: This Opportunity Must Not Be Missed

At the first light of dawn, Wu Xingxue rose from her bed. Thinking of the grand opening today and the rivers of gold that would soon flow into her pockets, she couldn't help but let a smile grace her lips. After fueling up with a potato pancake and performing a series of gentle exercises tailored to her current physical state, she felt ready.

After a brief cleanup to smooth over the traces of their struggle, Fang Huairan, having regained his spiritual energy, had Zhou Tong enter the Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow Pagoda while he carried her on their journey.

The day after the drawing of lots, cultivators from various races were led by their respective commanders into a massive, cavernous immortal dwelling belonging to the All-Race Alliance. Immortal Venerable Hantian’s eyes widened in shock; in his view, Li Yang should have been pulverized, yet his survival was truly astounding.

"I see. Is there no way to exploit the weaknesses of the extraterrestrial demons? Do they have any?" Fang Huairan nodded and asked.

Dragged along by Zhang Chao’s insistent pulling, Ban Ming left the First Military Academy with him, intent on celebrating at a local tavern.

"Didn't you say you weren't afraid of death?" The smile on Ye Fan’s face was serene, yet to Tang Boheng, it was the smile of a demon.

Many cultivators in Gathering Immortal City recognized Li Yang. Consequently, the expressions of those who had been harboring ulterior motives stiffened the moment they saw him.

Seeing the surprise on Fang Huairan and Zhou Tong’s faces, Chen Ziruo explained, "To refine pills suitable for us at the Spirit Transformation stage, one needs, at the very least, a spirit core of an exotic race of the same rank."

"These demon clans are far less restricted within this mountain than I am," Jiang Chen mused. It wasn’t entirely unexpected, as this was, after all, the sacred ground of the demon clans.

Jiang Yun put aside his distractions, gripped the God-Slaying Sword, and struck. The blade collided with the long purple saber.

"Xiaoxiao, sit and wait a moment. Mu Feng and I will go retrieve the medicine," Jin Guangyan said with practiced naturalness.

After all, beyond the quasi-God Emperor known as the Battle Heaven God Emperor, the Battle Heaven Alliance possessed several seasoned powerhouses.

As for the five hundred individuals led by the Blood Swordsman, Jin Qiu, the Master of Poison Dragon Island, Xiang Tian, and Lin Tianyao, they were essentially equivalent to an investment of 500 million spirit stones.

Gao Yunfei chuckled and said coolly, "Trading chips must be not only equal in value but also useful."

For instance, the reason Chang Men had allowed Zhu Wushuang and Tian Dashan to leave was precisely because he knew the truth.

However, the terrain and mountains did not fall under such constraints; the entire Nine Dragon Mountain began to surge, and the restrictions could no longer contain it—especially since Jiang Yun held the God-Breaking Seal, which was already exerting its influence.

On the other end of the line, Jin Guangyan breathed a sigh of relief. A bitter smile touched Yan Xiaoxiao’s lips, but she simply lowered her head and drank her porridge in silence.

Knowing the truth, Xu Yi understood how cruel these words were to Xiaoxiao, and he watched her in silence.

Seated in the front row of the hall below, a middle-aged man in blue brocade robes looked toward the guild leader on stage and urged him with a subtle opening of his mouth.

"Running toward me? That’s just asking for death!" Lin Bafang watched the three-year-old Yuan Fang, who, instead of hiding in the grass, was dashing straight toward him.

It went without saying that this was the effect of the dragon’s blood. Beyond feeding him large quantities of it, Lin Bafang had also taught him and Yulan a common breathing technique, granting them physical strength dozens of times greater than that of an ordinary person.

"You have settled them well, Elder." The Great Temple Master did not shy away, accepting his identity quite naturally. In truth, no matter how high the status of those before him, the Great Temple Master viewed them all with equanimity—this was the heritage of the Taoist sect, and the Great Temple Master’s own cultivation.

The lower the level of the magical beast, the greater the benefits received, allowing one to elevate their strength to a new realm in an incredibly short span of time.