Chapter 53: Insufficient Materials
“Old man, am I capable or not? You have to try before you can know for sure.” Qin Yu’s words made the old man pause, then he looked at Qin Yu with a mocking smile. “Though few modern practitioners of traditional medicine can craft elixirs, and it’s rare that you know some alchemy, what I need this time is an experienced alchemist. There must not be a single mistake, as the herbs required are quite rare…”
Guo Jia disliked hard labor; he longed to become an elder of the sect, just like Lin Chongde.
One must always be wary of others. As a spiritual array master, Chu Tiance saw through the two formations in the meditation chamber at a glance; they were neither elaborate nor concealed.
Even Luo Tian knew nothing of this matter, though he and the others were well-versed in tales about Xiu Gang.
“The ordinary trial—defeat my avatar and I’ll let you leave. The final trial—defeat my true self and I’ll give you a white tiger cub,” Qiongqi said. This made the audience and Lin Xuan suddenly realize how thickly he wore his NPC characteristics.
The traces of the fierce battle between Chu Tiance and Zeng Yulong were clear; any sword master who examined them could deduce most of what happened.
Shen Jingjing’s skin had never been touched by a man. The moment Luo Zixiu grasped her right hand, her body trembled softly.
“Brother, why are you so eager to propose to the Jian family? Don’t tell me you’ve truly fallen for Jian Qing?” Xia You grumbled at Xia Shang, who sat across from him.
On the flight back to Xiangjiang, Chambers kept rambling, and Kaisa’s ears were calloused from it; he wished he could toss the fellow out of the plane.
She wondered if Lin Xuan possessed some sort of protagonist’s halo that made all his opponents suddenly lose their wits.
Wan Hongxue’s expression was bleak; at the moment Ye Lanzhi was slain, his spirit plunged into the abyss.
“You scoundrel, after playing with my sister, you want to toy with Qianqian as well? I won’t let you get away with it!” Qi Ranjun, flushed and obviously tipsy, glared at Yan Zhengxi with smoldering, drunken eyes.
He knew those people were dead; nothing in the palace could escape his notice. Yet, only with her would he lay down his guard, letting her act recklessly without any defense.
If he could secure a place to enter the Kongnie Universe, he was confident he could reach the fourth step of immortality within ten billion years.
“You think I was serious? No matter how tired, I’m not letting go of my money, especially when it’s my own,” Ye Xiaomei giggled, explaining herself.
Tiangang left happily. Lin Feng watched his joyful figure depart and felt glad, yet conflicted, unsure how to face Cong Han. Lin Feng pondered that he had only just returned to Chixin Mountain, and now he would depart once more—this time, he would not return for another two years.
“It was you who taught me what it means to cherish,” Chen Shi took a sip of orange juice and smiled bitterly. In truth, he had never let go of the feelings he once shared with her.
He was right—it was her naivety, believing him to be like other men. She forgot that, for him, she was not a fatal temptation, and the realization struck her like a tidal wave.
Only now did Su Xia recall that the man before her was a monarch. Even with her former status, she should not act so impudently in his presence.
The Grand Protector beamed at Lin Feng while others looked on in astonishment. Lin Feng grew nervous under their gazes. “Lin Feng, come here,” Mei Yuhan beckoned, and Lin Feng had no choice but to muster his courage and step forward.
This Xuanyuan Sword had always belonged to Wufangzi; it must have been Wufangzi who gave the secondary sword to Lin Feng, sending him to Wuwang Valley to cultivate. That was how Ling’er managed to find Lin Feng—it had to be so. Qingxu Celestial never expected to become kin to Wufangzi, and his heart brimmed with joy.