Chapter 137: The Path of Survival

Upon hearing that Chen Han intended to take him along for cultivation, the mischievous Qilin was overjoyed. He cast a triumphant glance at the others and chased after him with a loud laugh.

"It's fine, I'm off then." The man gathered the money Bai Lu had brought out and left directly.

"Brother Luo, Brother Qin, do you believe this news of mine is sufficient to demonstrate my sincerity?" Qin Hutong asked via telepathic transmission.

It must be said that the murderous god Yin Yi truly lived up to his reputation; his instinctive perception was simply too formidable. Shadow Dream’s shadow arts were so perverse, yet he had actually managed to sense them.

Having heard the man’s reply, Camus asked no more. The thoughts of that lord were not something he could fathom, but he was certain that the lord had his own profound reasons for repeatedly saving this person.

The sudden tremor had left not only Qin Long and the Gold Spirit Cat feeling bewildered; everyone else looked at one another in shock. After all, the unexpected shaking of the giant tower was genuinely unsettling, especially since they were currently in the dark about everything.

Seeing Xu Yuan enter, she hurried over to greet her warmly, taking her hand with great intimacy. The two grown men in the hospital room saw this scene and laughed simultaneously, though the nuances of their laughter were quite different.

Lin Sheng guided the internal energy within his body, running it slowly through his family’s ancestral technique time and time again. From the Taichong acupoint on the soles of his feet to the Baihui acupoint on the crown of his head, he controlled the energy to repeatedly impact the acupoints along the path, such as the Shimen, Zhongji, and Huiyin.

"By the way, Yan'er, when can we dispatch our troops?" Tang Hao looked toward Chu Yan, who had been unusually busy lately.

There was no need to dwell on the gene seeds; the essence seeds of a fourth-order exotic beast were never of poor quality.

Therefore, Lan Pa dared not let him get close. Even Vallabhai, who also possessed a speed seed, only dared to attack him with a long spear, never daring to engage him in a direct test of strength.

"I am not afraid; as long as you like it, I am willing to do anything." As she spoke, Lei Bao'er extended her delicate palm, reached under the thin quilt, and grasped the ferocious, one-eyed dragon, her gaze filled with coquettish charm.

"No, it is merely a well-intentioned reminder. Believe it or not, that is up to you." Lan Pa showed no fear. At the same time, she extended a wrist as fair as jade to restrain Siddhartha, who had been on the verge of challenging Wei Tiansheng to a duel.

"Bastard!" Henry roared, but those were the last words he would ever speak in this life. A figure seemed to flash—only seemed to. Henry stared blankly ahead; the Asian man had not moved a muscle, yet why was there a shimmering cold steel blade in his hand?

Seeing a general appear before her, Cheng Mengyun felt a sense of relief. The uniform and rank insignia the man wore were symbols of a guardian of the nation.

But this was only temporary; after all, human strength is finite, and countless black iron rods were still being fired toward them.

Consequently, the rankings of the others, such as the Tyrant Emperor and the Leader of the Reincarnation Sect, were all pushed back by one place, becoming eighth and ninth respectively. It is worth mentioning that the Magnet God’s ranking rose significantly to eleventh, just barely missing the top ten—a result clearly linked to his performance in the bouts against the Tyrant Emperor and the Thunder Sect Leader.

Soft cries came from the two beauties beside him. Shu Xiu was overcome with shyness, while Wang Wuyue’s heart raced like a deer, her breath fragrant as orchids. She had never experienced this before; it seemed His Majesty had had too much to drink. However, at this moment, it was not appropriate to disturb the Emperor’s mood, so they could only indulge him.

"Hehe," Wang Junjie suddenly let out a silly laugh, reaching out to turn off the faucet that had been running for too long.

The data on the white screen flickered again, showing one more failing student each for Tie Prefecture and Qing Prefecture.

Analyzing its medicinal properties, it was perfectly suited for this stage. Although the Break-Boundary Pill was refined from twenty-seven types of herbs and fell far short of the Super-Grade Nine-Turn Great Restoration Pill, it still utilized many precious ingredients, such as thousand-year-old ginseng and at least six-hundred-year-old wild astragalus.

Xie Qingyuan said, "Everyone knows you can't control yourself when your temper flares. If you must use your fists, go practice boxing. But you're not Tyson—can you really punch your way to a golden belt?"

Yue Li patted her cheeks, trying to make herself more alert. *Why did I get so lost in it just now? No, Murong Yueli, you must be calm. Calmness above all.*

When Zeng Guofan’s sedan chair passed by, he noticed by chance that the usually empty field was today occupied by over a thousand people. Some held swords, others clubs; they were clearly drilling in martial arts. Judging by their attire, they were not soldiers of the Green Standard Army, but local farmers.

In a mere instant, Qin Chuan was on the verge of enlightenment, submerged by the rules of the heavens and wandering through the ocean of the Great Dao, his heart filled with infinite realization.

It was like a bank, and the source energy of Karma Points was like a currency that could only be spent within it.

At the head of the procession, the handsome man atop a tall steed raised his hand and lashed his whip, knocking the guard who had stepped forward to inspect them to the ground.

"Greetings, Old Ancestor!" The very next moment, a respectful voice came, followed by a figure with black hair and a red beard who prostrated in a grand kowtow.

Whether in the underworld, the material realm, or Demon Castle, there were options for werewolf figures and buildings. Like vampires, they were divided into multiple factions and clans, each possessing unique skills.

Seeing that he had drawn so much fire toward Zhao Tianming, Xue Haoyu was in high spirits; he casually wrote down a bid of 41 million and tossed it into the box.

The third level of the Golden Bell Cover was equivalent to a third-grade Blood Condensation martial artist. A third-grade martial artist was absolutely the backbone of military strength in this world. It was unlikely anyone else had the resources to assemble an army entirely of martial artists, not even the Great Wei’s Tiger and Leopard Cavalry, which shook the world with its might.