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Fang Jue took the two items, feeling their weight. The pass for the Artifact Refining Conference was truly precious, and the Thunderbolt Talisman was a decent trinket. As an auxiliary offensive tool, it was neither outstanding nor poor—perfectly mediocre—yet it could cause significant trouble for an opponent of equal cultivation.

Heading south, the temperature rose steadily. The Tianyuan people were forced to shed their down jackets for lighter clothing. Though they removed their wool hats, they kept their travel caps pulled low, concealing their Tianyuan floral marks from view.

The two traveled along desolate mountain paths; Yinzhou was about five days' journey from Heavenfall City. By evening, they were faced with the problem of finding food.

The maturation time for Strength Spinach was incredibly long, but its effects were distinct from those of Spirit Corn or Explosive Sweet Potatoes. Strength Spinach was a miraculous spiritual item capable of increasing a cultivator's physical strength tenfold.

Xia Mo’s expression shifted, catching the trace of displeasure in Yun Tian’s tone. Her heart skipped a beat; she knew his methods all too well. Guo Huai’s fate was a grim example—he was not yet dead, only because Yun Tian couldn't be bothered, but he was not far from that end.

These two aircraft carriers of the American nation were far more powerful than the very first one constructed by China.

The Thousand-Mile Divine Steed told her that the Immortal Spring water was immensely useful. Mortals who drank it could gain longevity, while immortals could strengthen their bodies, open their immortal meridians, and cultivate immortal techniques more effectively.

Gravity did not actively devour people or objects, but after months of continuous refining, Maya’s bracelet was no longer merely a source of gravity; it had become her true spiritual artifact.

"What have you done! You are not fit to be a doctor," Sima Sheng said, grabbing the collar of the Divine Physician Hu.

Upon hearing this, He Qishan was overjoyed and rushed out, with Su Chen following closely behind.

Deploying the Green Shadow Shield significantly relieved Song Zheng’s pressure. The fiery glow was completely blocked by the shield, and the green and red lights constantly canceled each other out. However, a high-grade spiritual talisman could easily slay a cultivator at the Spirit Void realm, and although the Green Shadow Shield was a top-tier defensive artifact, resisting a high-grade Fireball Technique would likely prove difficult.

Her right arm, which held the sword, trembled with inner struggle. Myrcella, holding Jaime’s arm, sensed this detail keenly even through his gauntlets. She tightened her grip, looking up at her uncle with tear-filled eyes, pleading with her gaze for him to let it go this time.

Cai Ya looked blank, unable to find the words to describe how absurd this hero she had encountered could be.

Elder Shao understood Zhu Liang’s feelings well. Before reaching adulthood, Zhu Liang had lived in an isolated mountain village.

The first person we sought was Xu Hongshen, as he was the most formidable fighter under Yang Lao Si. Persuading him would make dealing with Yang Lao Si much easier.

Xu Yiman pulled back the white sheet, revealing a skull with a sunken side to the onlookers.

It was not considered magnificent due to luxury, but because of its sheer scale; it occupied a full third of the mountainside.

Xiaoxiao had assumed the matter was buried, perhaps a secret she would keep for a lifetime, but when the police arrived again, she finally decided to speak out.

"I’m not trying to scare you, but those who enter Snake Valley and make it out are no ordinary people. If you don't believe me, you'll see when you get there," the man on the ground volunteered, clearly eager to stir up trouble.

Currently, the most clear-headed and wise entities in the Sea Palace were those long-standing noble families that had survived for centuries. One could glimpse their depth through the Mechanical Revolution; they were wealthy in foundation, experienced, and understood the gravity of things. If they were informed and involved, there might be unexpected gains.

After reading it, Jing Hu became somewhat distressed. She had never seen a real wolf and had never drawn such a pattern, finding the task quite difficult.

Shan Liang was startled by the gaze, but upon seeing Xiao Shaodi secretly give him an "OK" gesture, he finally understood.

The compressed energy was converted into magic, pouring into the palm print issued by Zhou Ruochu. This cycle continued, repeating endlessly.

Beyond the time cost, he could learn new, invaluable spells. Why not?

The winter night wind was biting; despite the early hour, few pedestrians were about, only a scattered few.

Thus, he had to figure out how to cultivate a Yellow Court and a Spirit Embryo along the way. In the path of cultivation, sitting in meditation was commonplace, but fortunately, with this hot-tempered companion insisting on following, the road would certainly not be lonely.

The Nascent Soul within the human body finally began to busy itself, moving the strands of water-path essence into the river, repairing the water circulation of this internal world.

Feeling Xu Ruyun’s gaze, Er Gou felt a tightness in his chest. The nature of a man who would rather die than lose face was fully reflected in him. Er Gou stood up abruptly, feigning fearlessness, and declared firmly: "I’m afraid of him? It’s just a long worm."

He lay weakly on the bed, injecting himself with stimulants and healing agents like a madman. His body slowly recovered, but the mental strain was not so easily mended.

In truth, Xiaoyaotze was deeply curious about Chengtian, finding himself unable to see through him. With a mere Foundation Establishment level four cultivation, how did he manage to escape these old monsters time and again?

The dragon ignored the black-clad man’s words. Flickering flames slowly appeared, and the surrounding temperature rose steadily. The area had originally been cold and desolate, but now, beads of sweat began to form on everyone's foreheads.

"From now on, stay at home for the next few days. The Imperial Capital will be chaotic tomorrow. To avoid unnecessary trouble, it is best not to go out."

Only then, having been distracted by Yang Yan’s act of smashing the car, did he notice the change in his wounds.

Jiang Zhuofang sat on the sofa, watching the screen in the conference room, his face cold. Chiba Junko sat beside him. As the Black Dragon walked toward the sofa, intending to sit next to her, he suddenly saw the white projectile on the screen and instinctively dodged away.

To the west of Dragon Capital lay the Fengshan Mountain range, stretching over a hundred kilometers from the western suburbs. The main peak was Mount Feng. Thirty kilometers west of the main peak was Xixi Ancient Town, leaning against the northern side of Mount Xifeng. The Xixi River flowed from east to west, pooling into a lake at the ancient town before overflowing and turning south to feed into the South Lake south of Dragon Capital.

Upon returning home, Father Tong was already waiting. Many neighbors, having heard the news of Gu Ni’s return, came out to see, also catching sight of Xu Moshen and Qin Xingyu stepping out of the car. A wave of gasps and whispers followed, with many feeling indignant on Gu Ni’s behalf.