Chapter 47: Ying Ziji: Alchemy of Gold and Stone? I Can Do It Too!

With a cold snort, Leyan dove down from above Chen Yufeng’s head. With a graceful flick of her slender hand, a fierce purple flame condensed in her palm, a blazing fire that scorched the heavens, releasing terrifying heat that caused the air currents around them to churn and steam.

Since the building had already been taken over in advance by forces from the Northern District, all the innocent people inside were driven out to facilitate the Crow operation.

They gave me something to drink—medicine, broth, water—I swallowed it all, yet I couldn’t help but vomit uncontrollably. Thus, the cycle of taking medicine, vomiting, and persistent high fever repeated endlessly.

“I’m going to die!” Qin Fan felt his body reaching the breaking point, yet despite what his master had said about surpassing limits, he still sensed no sign of progress. At this rate, he feared death would come before any breakthrough.

If not for the fact that the mutated flame undead warrior outranked the dark necromancer’s bone spears by a level, he might have been pierced through on their first encounter. Ten bone spears struck the two mutated flame undead warriors, cracking their fiery armor with each hit.

Sure enough, when he opened his eyes again, the dazzling pain was no longer as intense as before.

Peering inside the room a few times, Huai Ren noticed the familiar sound of someone typing, along with cries of “Help, jungler!” had vanished. Instead, the person sat quietly in the chair, deep in thought, lost in his own world.

After recounting the glorious battles on Tiger Might Mountain, Yang Ren took out a shield captured there and presented it to Huo Yuyan. This shield was exceptionally tough, impervious to blades and spears—a divine-grade defensive weapon.

“Brother, this Ancient Immortal Terrace can actually improve one’s constitution. How miraculous!” Ye Ling’s eyes widened, shining with awe.

After they left, Zhao Xiangdong, still recovering from shock, took several sips of tea, gradually calming his mind.

“What’s going on? Tell me,” Jiang Ruoqing asked Tang Ye with a furrowed brow, her worry evident.

Establishing a shared faith not only helped better unify the various factions but served a more vital purpose: accelerating the evolution of the Peach Spirit Tree and, in turn, the entire Great Thousand World.

Seeing this, Wang Ning decided not to tease further and turned to leave. Though today’s outing failed to achieve its goal, witnessing this scene made the trip worthwhile. Of course, unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn’t use these two as leverage.

But regardless, now that the news was known, Ye Xiaofeng could no longer remain passive.

For the four great emperors, if you, the Divine General of Central Haotian Continent, want to take charge, that’s fine—but keep your focus on your own continent’s affairs and do not interfere in the matters of the four major continents.

Moreover, if parents weren’t truly desperate and out of options, how could they bear to be separated from their children?

“If I said we were just drunk and then fell asleep, would you believe me?” I widened my innocent eyes, looking at Shen Kai and Qin Jiang.

The square was alive with noise; thousands of barbarian tribespeople from all corners had gathered—some to attend the chieftain’s wedding, others to witness Zhao Lu’s execution by live dismemberment.

Tang Ye’s hands were stained with blood, clutching a Qingbee Clan spirit core as he faced the stunned members of the Qingbee tribe.

Besides, if these matters concerned Tang Sheng, then questioning them made no sense. People’s private affairs are normally none of one’s business.

As they neared the edge of Cliff Lake, the human cultivators erupted in cheers, their joy akin to survival after a catastrophe.

Lin Hai’s eyelids twitched wildly; the man’s attack was oppressive. Even before close combat, the terrifying aura froze Lin Hai’s entire body, slowing his movements.

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Actually, I didn’t start paying attention to her just because she was beautiful. It was because in class, she had helped me out of a difficult situation, and naturally, I felt a touch of gratitude.

Though I, Lin Yu, did not regard Houtian Xiao’s strength highly, he was undeniably a top-tier expert.

“Let it recover,” Yang Dao said silently, gazing at the stone steps leading into the clouds, then glancing at the ground, seemingly trying to discern from the marks whether someone had reached above the clouds—namely Qin Yu.

The craftsmanship was simple, which meant a low entry barrier, resulting in uneven product quality and inconsistent standards on the market.

Before, his dwelling was no different from Liu Fang’s—a humble mud and thatch hut—so Liu Fang never thought to stay at his place, and he felt no guilt about it.

Zhao Cuixia thought that, setting aside everything else, even if Li Erlong was a reckless fool lacking experience, if she had slept with him, she would be thoroughly satisfied inside and out, because his “guy” was truly enormous.

“Struggling is futile. In my eyes, you are nothing but an ant; killing you is effortless,” Feng Jinglong said coldly to the severely injured Qin Yu, radiating overwhelming dominance and confidence.

As he left, Dudu made a mocking face and shouted, “Lululu!” clearly wanting Yin Ze to respond, but his hands were cuffed, and those who came to rescue him were blocked halfway.