Chapter 116: The Flat Peach Spirit Root, Divine Medicine for Longevity (Three chapters daily will resume tomorrow)

Lin You watched the scene quietly, refraining from interference. This spiritual root was the most precious, and if it could not be saved, it was simply fate—destined to perish by calamity. Everything depended on its own fortune.

Gradually, on the pitch-black outer shell, veins of thunder and flames began to emerge. The deathly power of destruction intertwined with boundless vitality, forming a strange balance.

Fearing the child might fall and be injured, Lin Cixi immediately reached out, intending to catch the child.

The Golden Spirit Holy Mother trembled slightly and nodded softly, her demeanor devoid of the usual solemnity befitting a sect saint mother.

“Just now, we spared their lives, yet they still feel wronged?” Jiang Rui couldn’t help but laugh. “If they want justice, then tell them the hotel address and let them come.”

He glanced toward Lin Cijin, his face turning ashen. Suddenly, he slammed his chopsticks down on the table.

But in the next moment, when he wanted to pursue further, he found the person before him had vanished without a trace.

Yet, over the years, Lin Cixi had quietly kept an eye on matters concerning Lin Meng.

Ye Li had already fallen into a deep sleep when Lu Baiting’s phone vibrated. He sensed it immediately, rose at once, glanced at the caller ID, and silently slipped out of bed, making his way outside the room.

A crisp dragon’s roar rang out from the heart of the city lord’s mansion. A flash of white light followed, and a bolt of lightning burst forth from the hall, streaking like a white dragon. Where it passed, thunder and lightning danced endlessly, its grandeur overwhelming.

“Shiman, the Zangpu is the king of Tubo, akin to the Emperor of Daxia. What virtue or ability do you possess to kill him?” The emperor sighed inwardly, though his words were gentle.

“Don’t worry, they won’t escape. It’s rare to find a reason to kill two high-level KDs, and I intend to seize this chance.” Fen Tian raised both palms, closed his eyes, and pointed them toward two different directions in the air.

To everyone’s surprise, both Yunjing and Yun Zhe were rejected by the sacred altar. This left Feng Luoyu with a hint of regret.

Gu Chen had not yet awakened. After a restless night, nearly driven to madness by the giant egg, he was utterly exhausted and slept until noon.

Feng Zhen now wore an expression she had never seen before—a complex blend of emotions. Even with her intellect of 240, she could not fathom what this peerless warrior was thinking.

“Gong Haoxuan, it’s time to resume our duel!” Ye Fan said, as he swept Mo Chenen back with a move and then looked again at Gong Haoxuan.

“Killed… bit to death by what?” Hang Y furrowed his brows, a fearful suspicion rising in his heart.

Bai Youlan changed the subject, not wanting to see Luo Mingxuan distressed, even though the sorrow and worry lay deeply hidden within him, unnoticed even by himself.

But now, at this stage, certain truths naturally surfaced. It was clear to all that Bei Wuji had deliberately sent Mo Long to the Mountain of Ten Thousand Ghosts.

Nowadays, original songs are common, but those that are both beautiful and resonate deeply with most people are exceedingly rare.

He lifted the glass of lemonade and drank it in one gulp. Despite the cold water soothing his throat, the agitation and fear within remained unabated.

However, if there was any debt, Xing Lai no longer owed them anything. He had already repaid at the Eternal KTV. Still, a meal should be offered in return.

Though Li Heng felt pained seeing Yao Xinluo suffer so, he understood her deep bond with Empress Dowager Luo and did not intervene, only instructing Dong Zhi to cook with care and nurture Yao Xinluo’s health.