Chapter 59: Pomegranate of Creation

Old You had left the Medicine Valley for more than two months now. Having been gone for so long, Guo Yu was extremely worried. However, he had to guard the valley to prevent fierce beasts from the mountains from coming down and destroying the medicinal herbs, leaving him able only to pray inwardly that nothing would happen to Old You.

Seeing him looking anxious day after day, Hua Changxi finally took the initiative to ask, "Do you know who Old You went to look for?"

Guo Yu shook his head. "Master only said he was going to see an old friend and inquire about the matter you mentioned to him." With that, he looked on solemnly.

Even when facing, time and time again, those super-powerful pirates under Shen Tu Yuntian who possessed even greater strength and were notoriously bloodthirsty, her big guy could still remain completely unfazed, coming up with coping methods that even she found unimaginable.

Qi Rui walked up to her brother with a sneer on her face as well. "This little girl probably knows the Nether Cloud Repulsion technique; she actually managed to dodge my sword moves. Her dodging ability is truly top-tier, though her attacking power is somewhat lacking."

When Jing Rong returned to the East Courtyard, Murong Xuefei was throwing a tantrum over taking her medicine. The people around her had coaxed her for a long time, brewing bowl after bowl of medicine, only for her to smash them all onto the ground. Although she had poisoned herself, she was now regretting why she had used such a tactic. Being poisoned was not terrifying; taking the medicine was the truly fatal part.

This person possessed the regal bearing of an emperor and the fortitude of a great general. If he was not Ming Yifan, the current Emperor of the Great Ming Empire, then who else could it be?

The demonic physician had thus swaggered away right from under the noses of him—the dignified crown prince of the Nightfiend God Empire—and numerous other powerful experts.

Seeing Po Lie being so serious, Ming Xi was still somewhat unaccustomed to it; the carefree and roguish look still suited him better.

Seeing this, Xia Zixuan had his fists covered in lightning radiance and met the attack fearlessly, slamming blow after blow onto Zhao Kun's sword techniques amidst a series of explosive echoes, actually fighting him to a complete standstill.

Zhao Leijun's scheming was exposed to the public by Lin Zhixiao, who translated the Golden Snake Baby's words, making Zhao Leijun immensely embarrassed to the point that even his face turned red.

"Her Highness seems to have a good impression of Prince Rong." He spoke in a tone so light and breezy that it was almost impossible to detect any emotions of joy or anger.

People who had experienced life and death seemed to have caught a glimpse of the hope for survival, a hope that tightly linked their hearts together.

Just as Gu Liuqi sat up from the ground, a bloody hand stretched out before her—a hand that seemed to have already lost its warmth.

She liked Biying, nor did she mind Biying's identity, including that past sword strike. After all, Biying was not trying to kill her at that time, and regarding this point, Yun Qian accepted it with a clear conscience.

This was in the exact opposite direction of the training ground from earlier. Truly, just as they had said, dense labyrinths of underground tunnels intersected in all directions; if one remembered the wrong path, it would be extremely difficult to find the way back, with the possibility of being trapped inside forever.

She lacked peerless beauty and could only be described as delicate and pretty, but her pupils, deep like dark pools, were crystal clear to the bottom. With her pure and flawless smile, just a single glance was enough to make one unforgettable.

"Mr. Gu Qi, sometimes impulsiveness is truly not a good thing!" Chen Tianyu pulled out his ace of spades and spread it face up on the table.

Not knowing how long she had walked, nor how long the tears had flowed down her face, Muyang suddenly found that the tears on her face had somehow grown very cold. She raised her head, trying to swallow back the tears that were still continuously welling up.

Yet he knew that this was not something within his control; the matter before him now was to collect the four hundred spirit stones from the sale.

The [Observer] spent a full day thoroughly investigating the distribution of ground personnel, the entire terrain, the locations of buildings, and all other details.

The black-clad youth looked at her appearance, sighed somewhat helplessly, and gently ruffled her hair.

"Gongshi Fan currently commands tens of thousands of troops, and with so many men and horses to feed, where are his grain supplies being transported? Is it the north, or..." Li Ji directly blurted out the question.