Chapter 147: Myriad Flower Island

As time passed, the mixture in the crucible began to change. The scattered radiance gradually converged, forming an entirely new hue. A flicker of delight crossed Qi Xiao’s eyes; he knew this meant the fusion was beginning to succeed.

At last, through Qi Xiao’s efforts, the mixture stabilized and became a new substance that gave off a gentle glow.

This substance possessed not only the stability of the earth element, but also the fluidity of the wind element and the natural healing properties of herbs.

This very point appears in the tale of Jing Ke’s assassination attempt on the King of Qin. Jing Ke carried a dagger, while the King of Qin dragged along a long sword. Inside the grand hall of the Qin palace, the sword was simply too long to wield; he could not even draw it from its sheath. So Jing Ke chased him all around the hall.

Spielberg truly deserved to be called a great director. He brought the story vividly to life, and Lucas was so engrossed that it was not until the telephone rang that the two of them were interrupted.

“Brother Xue, the fire is ready.” Zhou Bozhong squatted beside the fire, prodding the firewood beneath it and coaxing the flames higher.

Jian Le was not one to remain idle. Once the new King of Shu took the throne, she would certainly seek to seize power and profit.

After finally squeezing onto the bus, Feng Xiaofei was lucky enough to find a seat. Since the journey was fairly long, he casually unfolded a newspaper to pass the time.

The Prince of Yan’s residence occupied the entire northern section of the inner city, so naturally, all the soldiers walking about nearby were under the Prince of Yan’s command. These soldiers knew what the martial artists intended to do, but as long as they did not linger at the entrance of the residence, there was nothing else the soldiers could do about it.

Though it burned fiercely on the tongue, the flavor was wonderfully spicy. Lady Wang savored it slowly as she ate, gently biting into the tofu and relishing that exquisite moment.

“Wasn’t the light on? What happened?” Lin Dong recalled the matter. Perhaps someone had left the lamp on and forgotten to switch it off. It was all just a misunderstanding.

After struggling forward for half an hour, the fissure in the mountain ahead gradually widened, while the aura of the primeval wilderness grew increasingly intense.

By the end of the day, the more than twenty thousand copies released earlier, along with another twenty thousand delivered later, had all sold out. The factory was working overtime to prepare for tomorrow’s release.

When many people heard those words, they immediately left. After all, the Xiao family was the foremost clan in Azurecloud Town—who would dare disobey them? Yet there were also a few fearless souls who wished to remain and observe the situation.

In a daze, the numerous Saint Warriors seemed to see a figure plummet somewhere like a falling comet.

Although his voice was drowned out by the sound of sword energy, Zhuge Wenqing’s cultivation was high enough for him to hear every word clearly.

She had now reached the Golden Core, Dao-Seeking realm. She truly deserved to be counted among Pine Forest’s few supreme geniuses, possessing a Spirit-Gathering physique.

Immediately afterward, the Dark Guard transformed into a hairless, heavily muscled monster. Only then did Lin Tiancheng realize where these monsters had come from. He cried out in shock and once again changed direction, attempting to break through.

When quite a few disciples heard the voice, they were puzzled. They had no idea which audacious fellow would dare make such a racket in the Blazing Radiance Sect.

Lu Qianji emerged wearing loose, casual clothes. With a stern expression, she walked over to the coffee machine.

The only problem was that the Dark Fiend Ghost Sect’s methods were vicious and brutal. It had once annihilated ten major sects and clan powers overnight, arousing the collective fury of the cultivation world.

“Azure Sea Tide-Birth Art!” Lin Tiancheng roared. A wall of water ten thousand meters high surged toward the massive Netherworld Demon.

Now that the problem had been resolved, Mo Fan still hoped to begin work as soon as possible. The forces of the Nine Great Sects and the various clans were an unpredictable variable; if they arrived ahead of time, matters would become troublesome.

As it happened, Jinghe had come to deliver Zheng’er that day, so Madam Fu used the excuse that the carriage had developed a tear and asked to ride in Jinghe’s carriage.

If life could pass by in this unchanging fashion, that would be the simplest form of happiness. Unfortunately, her heart had long been burdened by a lingering attachment, and she could not let go of that graceful young man in yellow. Thus, when Emperor Renshou wished to ennoble her as a princess, she refused without the slightest hesitation.