Chapter 63: The Little Stone Man Begging to Be Fed

Facing the fading light, he carefully examined his hands. He saw that his hands were stained pitch black, and as he brought them closer to his face, a pungent stench of blood assaulted his nostrils.

When Dongfang Yu arrived the next day, he only saw the three of them fast asleep in the cave. Furious, he charged straight through the barrier, intending to give them a severe beating.

"Hmph, I'll slaughter him sooner or later," Zhang Luo muttered, curling his lips. He pulled out his phone, scanned a code, and with a clatter, a can of beverage dropped into the vending machine's collection slot.

At that moment, the very first person that came to Tang Qi's mind was Jun Wufeng. By the time she snapped back to her senses, she had already walked all the way to Jun Wufeng's doorstep. With a vexed slap to her forehead, she turned to leave, but the door swung open from the inside.

Ever since she stepped out, she had the lingering sensation of someone trailing behind her, yet every time she glanced back over her shoulder, the figure vanished.

Meng Qi did not catch sight of Yan Zhenwu, but that did not prevent him from perceiving the overwhelming jubilation of the crowd.

With Long Fei agreeing to let Huang Yun stay and even taking Zhang Yuanyuan in as both his disciple and adopted son, Ye Chen was completely and utterly at ease.

The head coach's words convinced the crowd. Pingyi knew this as well, and Lan Ming found it even harder to defend Shisan, having witnessed with her own eyes a zombie protecting him.

Coupled with the fact that his uncle was the current clan head, if their family decided to swallow up the assets left behind by Meng Qingze, the rest of the Meng clan members would at most utter some sour remarks, posing no real obstacle to them.

The Supreme Pontiff strode forward, having already removed his tall hat and handed it to the guards beside him.

Originally, he had harbored some suspicion that Han Yingying was intentionally trapping him, trying to stir up emotional friction between him and Xiao Lianmeng.

He Miaomiao knew that with numerous clan affairs ahead, she certainly would not find peace of mind to enter secluded cultivation. Thus, she could only utilize her few days of free time to refine pills, and therefore she intended to focus exclusively on these two types of elixirs. Brewing two or three bottles to earn a thousand or two upper-grade spirit stones would be sufficient for the time being.

It was rumored that the previous Hall Master had suffered a mishap during his breakthrough and urgently needed precious medicinal pills to stabilize his condition. Those pills could only be purchased within the thirty-three middle cities, making his departure extremely hasty.

"Eh? That should be a relative of yours, right? He looks quite a bit like you! About this tall..." I gestured with my hand.

Ma Xiu was utterly depressed. Was there any commander-in-chief who acted like Sima Yi? Gao Shun, on the other hand, quietly jotted the matter down.

The trees in this forest resembled spar crystals, allowing one to see straight through their outer surfaces to the inner veins and flowing sap. At first glance, the trees appeared in shades of pink, purple, cyan, blue, black, and white—every color in the world seemed to be manifested here. Yet upon closer inspection, the entire forest was at times colorless and transparent.

The rest of the Xianbei people loudly praised Kebineng for his great righteousness, hailing him as a true hero among the Xianbei and a falcon of the grasslands. What they wished to convey even more was: "Go ahead with your mind at ease; your family and tribe will be properly taken care of by others."

Even so, this was far too fantastical. The mere thought of having parasite worms residing inside her body gave Xia Aimei a shiver of deep disgust.

If that were the case, the casualties would number in the tens of thousands. If it were truly a city-destroying weapon, then the lives of the tens of millions of residents in Jutao City would be severely threatened.

To give an example! Take those defeated nations, for instance. They used to be very wealthy, even wealthier than the State of Wei. But what use was wealth when they had lost? Because of their defeat, all their wealth was converted into the wealth of Wei. Their prosperity was only temporary; in the end, it all served the development of the State of Wei.

"What? Nonsense! Madam Bai hanged herself?" Upon hearing the cries of the one-eyed beast Bai Shun, the single-clawed beast asked in sheer disbelief.

Huan Shui had asked this question years ago and had even intended to inspect Mo Qiu's genuine qi characteristics. Now that Mo Qiu had learned the Azure Wood Technique from Wu Xiuyong, he no longer feared exposing the genuine qi within his body.

Qin Feng could not figure out the relationship between Sun Mingda and this fellow, but he could not stomach being looked down upon. The arrogance deep in his bones erupted once more; he grabbed the fat man by the collar, hauled him right back, and with a violent shove, hurled him several meters away.

Perhaps Lian Misi was quite fortunate; after stopping and going for seven or eight months, the three of them actually found themselves not far from this immortal-cultivation sect.

The westward-tilting scorching sun had already cast a patch of shade beneath the city walls. The Kucha people, fleeing westward, stood steadfastly on the ramparts, bracing themselves for battle. The troops of both sides were separated by mere arrow-shot distance, and they could feel each other's burning gazes.

Without a single word, anyone who witnessed this scene could not help but revere Yuan Gang's astonishing perseverance.

For eight months, Mo Qiu had consistently tested his focus and spiritual division. Every test caused him excruciating agony, and on a few occasions, he had nearly lost his life. Had it not been for Mo Qiu's timely abandonment of his cultivation and his own resolute willpower, he probably would have died long ago.

"Open your eyes, look at Old Man Ouyang, cup your fists, and thank senior for his help this time! I'm truly sorry to have troubled senior with so many matters these past few days!" He looked toward Old Man Ouyang's exhausted expression, his eyes lowered.

Indeed, he had no time to rest. Several leading figures in the traditional Chinese medicine community and medical experts had already arrived, waiting for him in the meeting room upstairs.

Ai Changhuan opened the window once more. Although the biting cold wind was somewhat chilling, at least the air circulation improved slightly, and with the sunlight streaming in, a glimmer of vitality was restored.

After a person dies, rigor mortis sets in, causing the corpse to gradually stiffen. After reaching a certain point, it slowly softens again before stiffening once more.

I nodded. Anyone who discovers they are not biological children probably shares such a thought.