Volume One, Chapter 59: Seeking Help on Credit

Several people rushed toward them, their clothes tattered and disheveled, stained with blood. As they drew closer, the stench of rot wafted from their bodies—a putrid smell characteristic of the undead.

At the critical moment when the void was about to seal completely, with barely a fraction of a breath to spare, this sky shuttle, against all odds, managed to slip into a newly formed void portal.

He pondered carefully how much spiritual energy he would need to channel to inflict the greatest damage on his opponent—how to exchange the least energy for the most potent attack.

“We’ve arrived. This is the Feather Transcendence Sect,” Zhou Yin announced. He observed the newcomers closely and naturally noticed Lin Tianxuan’s condition. Surprised, he realized that Lin Tianxuan possessed extraordinary composure. Once again, he firmly believed that the good karma Lin Tianxuan had fostered would yield tremendous rewards.

Only the shortsighted foolishly pursue cultivation endlessly. Such people rarely go far. Another example was the Blackstone House, now riddled with wounds from countless struggles.

Lin Tianxuan then absorbed the spiritual energy of a dragon formed from pure energy. Suddenly, his aura surged again, growing stronger than during his previous breakthrough. His cultivation was now firmly anchored at the Seventh Heaven of Mortal Transcendence.

“I’m done persisting!” Luo Yan declared without hesitation. Then, unexpectedly, he ordered his subordinates to immediately lead him to the vicinity of White Crocodile Cliff.

“I wonder if this Golden Marrow Pill is effective for mortal bodies,” Li Yunchen mused silently. Just as he was about to take it, the door creaked open, and a figure entered the room.

Approaching the miasma, Li Yunchen struck the demon bell, releasing a divine force that pierced deep into the forest. Beneath the dispersing dark bronze light, the thick black mist thinned, revealing the hidden scene within more clearly.

In addition, there were two thousand seventh-grade spirit stones, ten bottles totaling one hundred pills of eighth-grade spirit-gathering elixirs, and five bottles containing fifty eighth-grade recuperation pills.

Xiao Wuxie then introduced Tiele and Ao Wuchang to everyone. Their statuses were distinct, after all. As legendary figures of the continent, their reverence was unquestionable, and Xiao Wuxie would never treat them lightly.

“Our esteemed Lingxi all have betrothals; only Yining remains,” she mused, feeling her words were quite reasonable as she held the Empress Dowager’s hand, seeking her agreement.

I felt my skill at lying had reached its peak, yet Zhang Minglang frowned and said nothing more, merely waving his hand to signal me to leave.

Chen Mohan was slow to realize what was happening. She screamed sharply, immediately crouching down, clutching her chest, trembling uncontrollably. Her bright eyes brimmed with terror as she timidly glanced at the man who had suddenly burst into the bathroom.

Bai Zhuyin landed beside Zhang Fan, giving a slight bow of thanks. She remained silent, her demeanor icy and aloof.

Before his infidelity, our family situation had seemed harmonious on the surface. So when I later learned of Xu Minghui’s betrayal, it was like a bolt from the blue.

Chen Mohan stopped in her tracks, knowing it was impolite, but she could no longer stay there.

Yan Le, hearing what she suspected was true, snuggled even closer to Mu Lingyi, resting against him.

“Your Majesty…” Biyu looked troubled. A concubine alone with the imperial physician was against protocol.

Rationally, he knew this was not a situation worth involving himself in, but morally, he felt he could not simply walk away without a sense of responsibility.

Shen Lang smiled wryly. Had it not been for knowing Zhang Mengyu for so long, he might have genuinely thought she was showing off.