Chapter 61: Ice Jelly—The Perfect Gift Choice

More and more people emerged from the caves, most of them with certain gains.

Upon coming out, these people headed straight for the outer perimeter of the secret realm, still hoping to make a fortune. Therefore, when the female cultivator Chen Banlian ran up to Lu Wu's stall for a few more bowls of ice jelly, both Lu Wu and Qin Zhan looked at each other.

"It seems you..." Qin Zhan wanted to say something, but was met with Chen Banlian's cryptic expression.

After a closer look, he said nothing more.

He had figured it out long ago.

This was entirely possible; the second rare heavenly treasure she needed to repair her soul damage happened to be ninety-nine stalks of Dragon Scale Grass, which matched up precisely.

"Look, there's a crowd gathered ahead. Let's go take a look," Liu Xingshuang said as she ran over.

What Hu Zun wanted was to lure the enemy out of the city. If they could come up with a way to entice the rebel forces of Swallow-Wolf Pass out first, there might still be a chance.

If he became a disciple of Han Liang and received his guidance, his comprehension of the Rule of Wind would undoubtedly yield twice the results with half the effort. However, he could not possibly leave the First Elder's sect for this reason.

No unauthorized persons were allowed in the inner courtyard of the Jinchun Workshop, and Xia Que had sent people to guard it. Ironically, the two men who carried Xue Xiuyun in were responsible for guarding the inner courtyard and knew nothing about what had happened out front.

Regardless, compared to his previous constant attempts to flee, Qin Hao, who had now begun to stop and resist, possessed a formidable strength that caught people's attention, yet this actually delighted the two Martial Kings even more.

This was a type of biological weapon created by humans through gene technology. All reproduction was carried out via cloning, and after full cultivation, they were handed over to the buyers.

"Yu Sheng, raise your head." Chen Jing glanced to the side. Yu Sheng, who had joined the army in place of his father, was carrying pots, pans, and various other items, his eyes red with sobs.

In truth, according to Kong Xingyao's inner thoughts, she cared nothing about whether Qin Hao lived or died and wanted to let him fend for himself. For she still harbored a knot in her heart, suspecting that when Qin Hao had broken through the wall back then, he had seen her body.

Even so, no one was willing to make an offer to buy them. Because they all felt that Yu Ou's flying sword and A-Qin's Fierce Fire Talisman were far too overpowered, they had all decided to buy those two treasures instead. How could people whose current method of acquiring spirit stones was selling their own supernatural powers go and buy supernatural powers themselves? Could they possibly have lost their minds?

"You two, those who attend the black market are generally divided into buyers and sellers, and the seating areas are different. I wonder if the two of you are here to buy or to sell?" Zheng Ling'er inquired.

As soon as these words were spoken, the sword qi within Zheng Chen's body began to circulate frantically. Finally, all the sword qi converged at the crown of his head. He had already bitten his lower lip until it bled; the moment he employed that particular technique, the remaining seven would all drop dead instantly.

Or rather, had it not been for Qin Yu suddenly popping up with the identity of a sequence disciple of the Heaven-Earth Wushi Sect, he would not have shown his face at all.

"They're alive, they're all alive. Boss Tang told me so himself just now," Elder Shao Li said, unable to hold back his sobs.

Mu Qingzi walked over to the machine, slowly snapped his glasses in half, and placed them on top of it. Within moments, the broken glasses miraculously restored themselves. Mu Qingzi stepped forward and handed the restored glasses back to Qin Fen.

There were simply far too many things to be done, and she could not rely entirely on others, especially Liu Shanzhu, to do them for her. After all, this was her own home, and she had to use her own hands to get it running properly again.

The houses along the streets in the city stood close together in neat rows, exuding an antique charm. Although it was early morning, the traffic of carriages and horses was already as endless as a flowing river and a surging dragon.

Hearing this, Muanya glanced once more at Zheng Chen and Mo Tianyin not far away, who were already locked in fierce combat. In Muanya's view, since Mo Tianyin had now broken through to the eighth stage of the Sword King realm, probably two or three Zheng Chens combined would not be his match. If she did not intervene, Zheng Chen would surely die.

They looked bizarre and varied: giant birds with a thousand wings on their backs, flying tigers with wings on their ribs, Vajra giant bears, and other members of the demon race. Roars echoed ceaselessly, and sounds rolling like angry thunder resounded across the primordial heaven and earth.