Chapter 54: Penicillin’s Great Transformation

[Congratulations, host. Three hundred points have been added.]

[Host, your points have reached one thousand. Would you like to...]

[Exchange them, exchange them! Hurry and give me the penicillin.]

Shen Qingyao cut off the system and even urged it impatiently.

The system paused for two seconds, and its mechanical voice sounded lifeless as well.

[Congratulations, host. The exchange for penicillin was successful.]

[Your current points are zero.]

In his pocket.

After the others went off to attend to their tasks, Lu Li used the time to recall the style of an ancient-themed hotel he had once seen, then drew up the interior design plans.

Next, I followed Han the Sixth and experienced once more, in the most tangible fashion, how a great underworld king was forged.

At that moment, a faint red radiance surfaced around Nanrong Yanxue. The light was extraordinarily tenacious. Ignoring the overwhelming divine might of the laws of the Great Dao, it slowly took shape into a silver-haired youth dressed in an ornate golden robe.

Yu Qiu plummeted downward. To guard against the unexpected, he solidified his inner energy and sent it ahead of him, reducing the force of the impact.

As for the first- and second-ranked figures, they were shrouded in mystery. No one had ever learned their identities. Even when the Son of Heaven, Cangtian, who had held third place for several years, challenged every powerhouse on the list, his ranking still did not change.

Shaken by Yu Qiu and Qingxue’s formidable strength, the animals obediently remained where they were, afraid to run about.

Xu Jing mocked himself. “They are so devoted to you that they regard me as an ungrateful wretch. What connection could I possibly have with them?”

The people of the Palace of Parting Hatred had always appeared and vanished like ghosts, making their movements extremely difficult to track. If sufficient preparations were made this time, they could deliver them a devastating blow—ideally one so severe that they would be unable to recover for decades.

Still, that form of address made Ye Shuangshuang feel somewhat uncomfortable. It sounded gratifying enough, but she did not particularly like being called that.

Li Tianyi’s breathing suddenly grew heavier. She could barely speak coherently, and it felt as though hundreds or thousands of ants were crawling over her body, leaving her unbearably miserable.

Xiao Ling seemed to see the worry in Huo Lei’s eyes. He knew that unless he explained everything clearly, his partner would likely be unable to eat or sleep in peace.

“Honger, thank you.”

Ziyue swept Qing Hong into her arms. Her red lips, as graceful and enchanting as cherry blossoms, curved into a beautiful smile, while her heart overflowed with happiness.

Although Li Yi’s strength had reached only the Pseudo-Divine Realm, his spiritual consciousness had already grown to an unimaginable level.

Bai Suzhen’s delicate brows drew together, and cold light flickered in her beautiful eyes as she repeatedly glanced at the fat charlatan. Her manner reminded him of a fat pig awaiting slaughter.

While Ling Tianhong and the others stood bewildered, the enormous eight-headed dragon in the sky finally proved unable to withstand the terrifying might of the Cloud-Swallowing Spear. With a thunderous boom, the dragons exploded from top to bottom, violent waves of air blasting outward and instantly melting the boulders below.

From the information obtained from the fishman chieftain, the senior members of Xingdao Mountain learned of the black-clad men, deepening their suspicions of the Xiyue Sect. Yet because they knew nothing at all about the men’s identities, they still felt no real sense of danger regarding this trip to Heshi Falls.

Suddenly, a peal of thunder rang out. In the instant the accompanying lightning flared, the white streak seemed to contain the faint outline of a human figure.

The moment he shouted those words, he suddenly froze. At the corner where he had concealed himself just moments before, he seemed to have indeed seen a human silhouette—and he could even picture that person’s outline in his mind. Yet at this moment, there was actually no one at the end of his gun.

Du Yan produced a triangular support, wedging its apex beneath the coffin lid. With a muffled thud, the lid tipped to one side, and several cracks split across it with a sharp snap. Du Yan merely cast a casual glance into the coffin before crouching down to study the narrow gap between the coffin’s edge and the ground.