Chapter 127: Grafting Flowers onto Trees, The Astral Tribulation Light

At this moment, the tribulation clouds in the sky had gathered their power to the utmost. Lightning coursed endlessly through them, as though it might pour down at any instant.

This thunder tribulation was aimed not only at the plant spirits and spiritual roots, but at every living being within the sacred ground—including the three uninvited guests, Zhang Zongcheng and his companions.

Yet the tribulations gathering above the heads of those three men were also partly due to the Spirit of Calamity.

Only because it was directing the changes in the calamity energy throughout the sacred ground could the heavenly and human tribulations be brought into collision.

Just as the elder and younger brother began exchanging hypocritically courteous remarks, Tang Luer’s thoughts had already begun to fall into disarray.

Yu Shi was jealous of A Nolan’s thoughtfulness. Now that she had seen Su Kui as he was, her jealousy had surpassed anything she had ever felt before.

Wang Zhenzhen remembered how, in her relationship with Xia Ziqing, she had always been unable to let go, always feeling that she was unworthy of him. She often drove Xia Ziqing to the brink of frustration. And what was that, if not a form of erosion upon their love?

There were more than a dozen additional photographs, all showing Ruan Keyi and Zhou Chuansheng together.

“The person who helped the plane land safely during the crash was you, Senior, wasn’t it?” asked Ming Xu, who was at the seventh level of Qi Condensation. He was Ming Zhen’s junior fellow disciple and had heard the entire story from him.

Li Xiuying had never expected Chen Can to send someone over that very afternoon. The man looked utterly dispirited, as though he had suffered some tremendous calamity. When he entered and saw Li Xiuying, he stood there in a daze before suddenly bursting into tears.

Dami was washing wineglasses when the bar’s entrance opened and another customer came in outside business hours. After being caught in such situations several times, Dami no longer bothered saying, “We aren’t open yet. Please come back later.” She raised her head—and, sure enough, it was someone she could not afford to offend.

I talked with Catalan all morning. At noon, we cooked together, and just as we were about to eat, Yizhu arrived. She stared at me in a daze for quite some time, then rushed over, threw her arms around me, and began to cry.

Liu Lina spoke in a soft voice, but her expression could not have been darker. She had nearly exhausted every method at her disposal, yet Ji Ziming remained completely unmoved.

That realization made Jiang Shunuan’s heart give a faint flutter. She did not understand why she would think that way, especially since none of these feelings had existed in her previous life.

“Then can I ask you not to question me too much either? For example, about what kind of man I’m seeing?” Song Yunyun countered.

They returned to the Song residence, both of them awake. Han Xin held him in the living room, playing with him and teasing him with a toy.

Lu Yu remained calm and composed. He extended both hands, slightly bent his wrists, and let out a long shout. “Azure Dragon Leaves No Trace, Cavern Vortex Eternal Chill!” His fists swung forward, and a vortex formed from pale blue fist shadows appeared before him, nearly as large as a millstone. The Azure Vortex revolved slowly, blocking the blue-haired rat.

They could easily bring back a great many of them. There was no need to use them immediately, so Shi Ban and the others could take their time making them. As long as everyone was present, the tribe would have no trouble defending itself. Song Xuan was not afraid of any other tribe—not even the Black Feather Tribe.

“You left a musical clock behind and departed the royal capital. Now everyone is discussing the clock’s mechanical design and alchemical technology. That thing was clearly a gift from you to me, so you must go back and explain everything properly. Otherwise, I’m not letting you off.”

As long as he could protect himself, advisers like these could be sacrificed at will. Once he held power, was there any reason to fear being unable to find more people to serve beneath him?

However, as time passed and the missions in the Chosen Ones’ game changed, no one ever visited those other realms again. Their mysteries were consequently buried beneath the weight of history.

The roads in the village were all dirt tracks, trampled into countless hollows by cattle. People with trypophobia or obsessive-compulsive tendencies might feel slightly uncomfortable looking at them.

“I want to see you soon, Mommy.” Henry set down his backpack at the villa entrance and gave Mary a huge hug.

When the lantern rose into midair, a door creaked open. The lamp in the flash-drive space lit up. It turned out that another level had been added—the bungalow had effectively gained a second floor.