Chapter 126: The Secret of Spiritual Roots, Relics of the Primordial Spirit?

After stepping into the realm of the Grandmaster, Zhang Zongcheng’s state of mind underwent a cataclysmic transformation, for he had achieved "Enlightenment."

He had realized the Shura path hidden within the Ancient Sword of the Yellow Springs—a path that devours all living beings to nourish oneself. At this moment, every rogue cultivator, transcendent, and martial arts master in the world had become his "prey," the cornerstone upon which he would prove his Great Dao. Especially those immortal practitioners; their internal essences were incredibly rich, their quality far surpassing that of martial arts masters.

This was extraordinary. He had only just begun practicing this technique, the fundamental essence of the Heaven Roc’s extreme speed—a secret forbidden to the Heaven Roc clan, impossible for outsiders to access.

Yet, there stood a young man twenty paces away, dressed in a pale yellow robe with his hair tied high in a bun. He possessed a rectangular face with fair skin, sword-like brows, bright eyes, and a square jaw, giving him an aloof and cold appearance.

Even so, the wealthy were reluctant to purchase such properties. Who would want their private residence to be subject to prying eyes?

To this day, as Jun Yuchen’s personal attendant and chief guard, Ming Yan still harbored a lingering, disbelieving suspicion. When she awoke, the Young Emperor had already washed and dressed, leaving her no opportunity to tease him, which she found quite a pity.

Suddenly, the space above the duel platform vibrated, and a handsome figure abruptly appeared, looking down at the Heavenly Abode disciples with a smile.

"Shh, don't speak..." The Emperor wrapped his arms around the beauty's slender waist, rolling over to pin her beneath him. His lips brushed against her cool, soft skin, which felt as refreshing as a clear spring in the mountains.

In the end, Sister Qing—that "female T-Rex"—caught the bald department head and beat him relentlessly, not stopping until he was so battered that even his own parents wouldn't recognize him.

As for Yehe Minglu, she was the Emperor’s sworn sister, the mistress’s sister-in-law, and the master’s sworn sister. Although her background was somewhat problematic, the guards were naturally less vigilant toward her. Thus, by calculating against the unsuspecting, she succeeded in her strike immediately.

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After a long silence, Chen Zheng knew he could no longer deceive himself. With a self-deprecating laugh, he found a nearby chair and sat down.

Wu Siran was charmed by a man’s gaze for the first time, even though he was exceptionally cold and even hostile toward her.

"We shall take our leave now," they said to Tanezaki and Irie, before turning and walking away from the venue.

Prefect Zhang was a shrewd man; he instantly realized that Yan Ruomeng was the one who held his fate in her hands.

The Great Wilderness was, after all, quite small. The good territories had already been occupied, and what remained were mostly desolate lands devoid of life or perilous regions teeming with demonic beasts, which were fundamentally unsuitable for a demon clan to survive and develop.

When Su heard the name Chen Fangping, something seemed to flash through her mind, but when she tried to ponder it carefully, she found nothing.

Having crashed through three buildings before finally coming to a stop, this assault, which should have pulverized any steel, failed to harm the Ghost Rider’s seemingly fragile skull.

Shang Yu tossed his phone into the air with his left hand and caught it with his right. Checking the time, he realized his break was almost over, so he shoved the phone into his pocket and stood up to leave.

Watching Qian Yushu’s retreating back, Shang Yu did not understand why he was saying such irrelevant things. He wrung the water from his clothes and followed him.

After the crowd had moved far away, a dainty and exquisite figure slowly emerged. A faint blush graced her beautiful, fair face—who else could it be but Zhu Jiangning?

Sima panted heavily, finally climbing up from that place. The first thing he saw was the principal, still wearing that red scarf.

Fang Yi felt a pang of heartache. The "handling" that Uncle Chen spoke of—wasn't it just bowing one's head in plea and sacrificing a year's wages?

Li Tao and Deng Yuhao flicked their cigarette butts away and ran downstairs with Qingliang. A sense of foreboding rose once again in Deng Yuhao’s heart.

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The Evil Dragon was truly like a tireless dragon now. He utilized every ounce of his strength to attack the Nine Immortals Formation. Each strike sent surging waves through the entire sea, layer upon layer, causing the whole region to tremble under the impact of their battle.

After Han Ling and the others departed, Ye Wuhei turned to look at Tan Qing beside him. At this moment, Tan Qing was looking at Ye Wuhei with a strange expression, his eyes filled with disbelief.

But disaster struck once more. Upon hearing the news, most of the officers and soldiers committed suicide—some by disembowelment, others by shooting each other, or by pulling the pins on grenades.

"Tell me, Jin-er, what are we to do..." Mother Mu was truly unable to comprehend that her son was gay, and she felt deeply troubled by it.

The carriage slowed to a halt at the gate of the Mu family’s West Estate. Xinyi gathered her belongings and jumped down, waving goodbye to Master He before heading inside to find her dear Second Senior Brother.

Zhang Yimu stopped speaking, and both fell into silence. A plane roared across the sky, while on the nearby road, cars and pedestrians flowed in an endless stream.

Hearing her finish, Zhang Yimu pulled her into a tight embrace. Though a thousand words surged in his heart, he could not utter a single one, and tears flowed involuntarily down his cheeks.

It was much like how Hattori Hanzo was an Iga-ryu ninja, but if he were forced to use Koga-ryu ninjutsu, he could still manage it—a concept known as drawing inferences about other cases from one instance.

After Lei Gang finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter, and the atmosphere felt much better than before.

Chen Yu felt regret once again. While not as useful as foresight, at least if he followed Ping, he wouldn't have to fear even the strongest opponent. He could simply wait for Ping and the enemy to exhaust each other, then step in to claim the kill without any effort, becoming the true master of the continent.

After settling the bill, I patted the guys. I patted Baozi first, who sat up and stretched; having vomited earlier, he was now at least somewhat sobered up.