Volume 1, Chapter 39: A Massive Harvest!

Once Shangguan Han had departed, Chu Tianxing set about refining the fifth-grade Spirit Replenishment Pill. Compared to the fourth-grade version, the difficulty of refining a fifth-grade pill had clearly doubled. Without the alchemical scriptures passed down by Li Chenzi, he might have produced only semi-finished products or even failed entirely. The alchemical wisdom inherited through generations of masters within the Alchemical Lineage was a rare treasure, allowing one to avoid unnecessary detours and mistakes.

Three days later, thanks to his exceptional talent for alchemy and the guidance of the scriptures, Chu Tianxing successfully ascended to the rank of a sixth-tier alchemist. Furthermore, he could now refine both fifth-grade and sixth-grade star-tier pills with ease, never missing a beat.

"With you gone, the courtyard lacked its backbone. Xuan-er was worried, so he kept sleeping on the couch, leaving the door open so he could watch over the entire courtyard..." Hui-er whispered.

Qin Yi naturally hoped his intuition was correct, for if it were, he might be able to ride on Zhen Shuai’s coattails and borrow some time to cultivate.

Lin Hao hesitated, unsure how to broach the subject. Was it really the right thing to say? But wouldn't it have to be said sooner or later?

A crowd began to gather, watching in disbelief as the young master of the Jin family knelt before a master of heart-cultivation. It was truly incredible.

By jumping into the sea and faking her death, she must have infuriated Ling Yue. He would certainly lock her away; his temper was foul, and his martial skills surpassed her own. If he were truly enraged, she would be no match for him.

Bei Yue Ming caught the object, his brows furrowed. It was his jade hair crown, which had gone missing a few days prior. Because it was inlaid with an agate he had long cherished, he had sent people to search for it, but after several days of fruitless effort, he had ceased to pay it any mind.

For the past few days, Lin Hao had been puzzled by Hua Ke’s movements. Hua Ke had not surfaced, making it impossible for him to exact his revenge. Perhaps Hua Ke had fled early out of shame, though whether he was still within the country or abroad remained unknown. With this, his plan for retaliation could be accelerated.

As I was about to charge toward Lord Ma, a dark shadow suddenly flickered past the statue.

Yang Huan flirtatiously brushed his hand against Yuan Jin’s face, let out a loud laugh, and strode out the door, darting toward a stone arch bridge under the tranquil moonlight.

Li Aicai was not only cunning but now seemed formidable. His subordinates were werewolves capable of anything. Although the security guards carried miniature stun batons, the thugs among them—numbering nearly a hundred—included many "Gray Wolf" death-squad members, each a desperate soul willing to risk his life.

The hurricane approached menacingly, crossing several peaks in a few breaths. The man’s expression grew grave as the storm reached the sky directly above the mountain hollow where his cave was located and began to descend rapidly.

It was no wonder he had reached such heights at a young age and possessed such astonishing cultivation; beyond his innate talent, that indomitable spirit of a warrior—always forging ahead—played a crucial role.

The population issues in the four frontier commanderies were twofold: first, the numbers were too low. Combined, the four commanderies had only twenty million people—not even comparable to a single large commandery in the Central Plains, which could hold over ten million, or even a single commandery in Bingzhou, which boasted eight million.

Upon hearing this, Long Xiao fell into deep thought. He knew the habits of the Chinese people; changing them completely was incredibly difficult. Moreover, the Jin Deji Group had been aggressively entering the Chinese market for decades and had already been accepted by consumers. Trying to turn the tide now would be an uphill battle.

No sooner had the King of Longevity finished speaking than a burst of arrogant, wild laughter erupted. A phantasmal light descended, and a mysterious alchemist in black—a man suspected to be Lang Ge—appeared out of thin air.

After studying it for a long time, Chu Nan concluded that it might be a token of identity or some sort of keepsake.

However, the situation had progressed too far to retreat, nor did he wish to. He knew that Squire Li was surely doing everything in his power to deal with him; the arrow was on the string, and it had to be fired.

The young man in white changed color, tearing open his collar to reveal a strange mark on his body. After a brief scan with his divine sense, he felt the terrifying power contained within and dared not move a muscle.

Young Master Li turned his head, and Chu Nan’s pale, delicate fingers grazed his cheek, leaving several bloody scratches.

"Brother Xiao, why are you going to the capital? Why will you be there for a month?" Long Xiao hesitated, not answering Ma Ting’s question, and she looked at him with suspicion.

Before Cao Sheng could react, Yuan Ba lunged forward with his silver spear. The long shaft repeatedly clashed with the Ghost King Sword; were it not for the unique, domineering aura imbued within the spear, the blade’s "sharp" nature would have shattered it long ago.

Zhang Yue strained to open his eyes, but the light beneath the water was too dim to see clearly. He channeled his internal energy into his eyes and spotted a stone door with a rusted stone ring ahead. He swam forward and pulled with the strength of a thousand pounds, finally coaxing the door to loosen.

Mo Haoteng reached for the vegetables, but Xia Ling snatched them away from beneath his chopsticks; he reached for the ribs, and she snatched those away too.

Shuyuan looked at Madame Sun with concern; if she were in Madame Sun’s shoes, it would indeed be difficult to answer the General.

Although his voice carried, his body remained hidden somewhere. A murderous intent echoed around Ye Han, leaving one no room to relax.

If it were as simple as Hua Tian claimed, there would be no need for us to sneak into the Wu Group in fear. But Hua Tian refused to speak, keeping things mysterious and telling me to just wait.

Running leisurely to the lawn behind the teaching building, Mu Yang stopped and looked back, wanting to ensure no one had followed him.

The Idle Daoist let out a loud shout and tapped his waist; a white horsetail whisk appeared in his hand. With a silent wave, the whisk emitted a vast, blinding light, instantly enveloping Shen Tianxing’s fist.

Ye Han’s vision blurred, and the surroundings changed drastically. A wisp of his consciousness was now trapped in a special space, hazy and indistinct, with only sharp sword qi cutting back and forth through the void.

Even Sister Fu, who usually enjoyed watching tigers fight from the mountain, had blocked her path. She glared angrily at her sisters.

A destructive aura instantly shrouded the entire Chengtian Prefecture, yet Lin Yi’s divine technique was targeted solely at his own Heavenly Realm world.

Before he could straighten up, he felt a cold breeze brush his back. A sharp blade scraped his spine, causing a searing pain. He turned to look, and as the blade paused, a palm-sized corpse-insect was sliced in two without the slightest hesitation.

Brother Xiong puffed on his cigar and slapped his thigh. "What spirit!" He then erupted into thunderous, booming laughter.