Volume 1, Chapter 30: The Divine Physician Zhuo

Zhang Rongyun roared these words through gritted teeth. With every syllable, he pushed his internal energy to its absolute limit. Slowly, he raised his right palm, his expression grave as he pressed it down toward the top of Song Paiyu’s head, attempting to crush his skull with a single strike.

Generally, only those with exceptional talent are selected for squads led by elite jonin; such squads are rare. Ninjas lacking talent are relegated to squads led by mid-level chunin, as precious elite resources are not wasted on them. Such squads are as common as dirt.

Haruno Sakura and Haku chatted in hushed tones outside the courtyard, careful not to disturb the students engrossed in their cultivation.

Seeing the Nirvana Sacred Fire closing in, Zhu Xiao lifted his palm, curled his fingers into a claw, and struck out with his Dragon Fist directly at the flames.

The scarlet cigarette butt in my hand had burned down to the very last bit. I snapped out of my daze just in time to take a final drag.

Watching the dozens of cultists putting up a stubborn resistance against the intruders, a look of gratification appeared on the face of the Blood-Condensing Fairy. It is only in moments of crisis that one can truly discern who is loyal.

"You're courting death!" Seeing Song Paiyu twisting his words to imply his son was a mongrel, Cheng Shaoyu felt his blood boil. His eyes widened, and with a thunderous roar, he swung his palm toward Song Paiyu.

I wonder if Mo Bei is looking for me right now? What is she doing? Where has Fatty gone? Will he remember that he still has a lonely brother left behind in Wuhan?

After all, it is just an inn; they are everywhere in Lily City. There is no need to hang oneself from a single crooked tree.

"So, does that mean even if I do nothing, I’ll still have an income of over thirty thousand spirit stones a year?" Hearing Sun Yingjiu's words, Lin Dong couldn't help but rub his chin. He was somewhat satisfied with this income; after all, upgrading only required ten low-grade spirit stones, so he could save enough in just three years.

"Don't think about trying to slip through, either. You will undergo a bone age test shortly. If it turns out your age doesn't match, it won't be as simple as things are now." Elder Jin seemed to have sensed something and continued.

The candidates on the merit list were unaware that every move they made on their journey was being watched by prying eyes.

Just like that, he flew across countless star systems. Sometimes, lost in thought, he would crash entire stars into fragments.

Causing trouble at Tiannan University in the provincial capital would surely attract official scrutiny, which would inevitably lead to heavy sanctions against Wang Yunpeng. Could he withstand that?

At this moment, his disappointment reached its peak. The sun had not yet fully risen, so he drove his car toward the horizon, chasing the sun with all his might.

The atmosphere froze in an instant, and Chu Feng could only cough repeatedly to mask his awkwardness.

It was time to promote some of the veterans. After the army was drawn down, Old Nine had Wang Dazhi, Xie Zheng, Feng Hu, Tu Xiong, Tie Zihao, and Yan Shang each recommend three people, then had Ma Jun vet them as they prepared to form a new legion.

It is a difficult conflict: wanting to play with one's children, yet needing to work to earn a living.

"Who said I was a ghost?!" Li Ran's roar from the stairwell gave the four people outside the door a massive fright, and they immediately turned to flee back into the room.

"I’ve already used the essence blood bath twice; this level of essence blood doesn't do much for me anymore." Seeing that Wang Hao refused to accept it, Lu Feng had no choice but to explain that he had already soaked in it twice, and only then did Wang Hao accept.

The tears that had been welling in her eyes fell onto Yu Qingqing’s arm, sticky and damp.

Across from her, Xie Ting clearly saw Ye Fan’s movements this time. Her expression was one of extreme astonishment; she frowned, staring intently at Ye Fan, whose hands never stopped moving, her face shifting through a gamut of emotions.

The Hongmeng Sword remained as it had always been—pitch black and utterly unremarkable. Yet, Li Song could feel the surging, torrential battle intent within it, as if it were about to burst forth.

Darkness pressed in on Li Song from all sides, a suffocating aura devoid of sound or motion. There was only a despairing loneliness, like the blackness before dawn, uniquely oppressive.

Without realizing it, only a hundred days remained until the Flat Peach Banquet. The time was incredibly short. Zhuang Wangu did not enter seclusion; instead, he whipped up a foul wind and headed toward the Huoyun Cave on the Drill Mountain, six hundred miles away.

The group did not linger long near the legend; they gathered together and headed straight toward Fred’s command post.

The two passed through the northeast checkpoint of the Yi territory and left their mounts, Shura and Rakshasa, to wait in the forest. They continued northeast under the cover of night, attempting to cross the border of the Mountain Tribe Alliance and enter Central Wei. It was late, the sky was pitch black, and suddenly, clusters of red light illuminated the mid-air of the distant mountains and forests.

This time, Qian Dingyang’s demeanor was completely different from when Zhao Zhengce first met him; he was surrounded by crowds, with police cars clearing and guarding the way, making for a grand display.

If he were to sacrifice the entire elite force of the Behemoth Empire now to lead the coalition into a point of no return, the future of the Behemoth Empire would undoubtedly be guaranteed a path of great development.

"I was trapped in the maze, so how am I here?" the Oil Rat asked, his face full of confusion.

They were accustomed to scenes of severed limbs, bloodied heads, disembowelment, and rivers of gore—sights akin to a Shura field—and could face them without changing their expressions.

Whether forging peerless divine weapons, refining supreme pills, or breaking through one's cultivation realm, all would trigger anomalies and bring down heavenly lightning tribulations.

But in the next instant, Yun Fuxiao could no longer detect any sign of anyone hiding there.

Doji gripped his sword, ready to charge out, but was held back by Lin Chao. Lin Chao shook his head slowly, signaling Doji to look at the figure in white to the side.

In the end, after the old quasi-emperor had relentlessly pursued him for ten million miles, the Yellow Springs Demon Saint had no choice but to hand over the item and sell it to him, only then bringing the matter to an end.

The venom hissed in the air. The afterglow of the sunset was completely blocked out, leaving behind only shadows of despair.

Madam Zhang moved her lips but couldn't say a word; she only felt her heart in chaos, beating erratically.

However, the Primordial Age had already become a legend. The current Yuxu Palace only shared a faint connection of incense with the Primordial Yuxu Palace, having been established only during ancient times.