Chapter Fifty: A Drop of Pangu’s Essence

Liu Huo fixed her small face on Jiang Yao.
“Why did you do that?”
Jiang Yao refused to admit it.
“Senior Brother, what are you talking about?”
Liu Huo pointed at the Qiankun pouch at Jiang Yao’s waist. Unlike a storage pouch, which cannot be used without spiritual power, the Qiankun pouch can be used even without spiritual power.
A storage pouch requires a blood oath to bind its owner, but a Qiankun pouch does not need blood to be used.
Just as Jiang Yao released the snake, it happened to climb the tree.
Having received several favors from the elder, Li Yang felt somewhat grateful. Without the elder’s help, the enhanced potions could not have been listed for sale. For that reason alone, he ought to show the elder some respect.
In the tavern, many were discussing the deeds of Zi Ling Tian in the Southern Ridge, while Zi Ling Tian merely smiled.
Tang Shi… for this ability user with teleportation skills, assassination was as effortless as drinking porridge.
“Li Yang, have you really thought this through? The Lu Corporation will never fund an enemy!” Wang Tao said coldly, no longer addressing him as “sir,” the threat unmistakable.
Having just dealt with two silver corpses back-to-back, Shi Tou and Scorpion exchanged a glance and shared a rare sense of camaraderie.
Everyone was horrified, closing their eyes, unwilling to look. The white-haired elder squinted, unable to meet the gaze directly.
However, since Yun Fei had saved him and was a genuinely good friend, McArthur did not strike him down but instead smiled wryly and expressed some gratitude.
These phantasmal colors stemmed from a high-level spatial force, distinct from the dark force as spirit power is from divine power—naturally, they shattered upon contact.
Though Han Yue held a respectful distance from Yan Po Tian’s fearsome reputation, he knew well that securing such a powerful ally now would guarantee greater safety in the coming operations. After all, Yan Po Tian was the Flame King.
First came the Northern Zhou army attacking Luoyang. Even though the Northern Qi forces were led by the famed general Hulü Xie, under the command of the Pillar of the State General Yang Zhong, they still successively captured Heyin and Henan counties—vital western gateways to Luoyang.
Rising slowly from the ground, the ethereal figure gradually blurred in Zhao Si’s eyes.
Because he had sharp enough eyes to discern and trust this fact, Wood proposed taking the lead in guiding the way—besides repaying a debt of gratitude, he also intended to leverage this to eliminate a hidden threat.
Xia Tian yawned again as he spoke. Su Lin noticed he wore a skirt: a pink long skirt, oddly at odds with Xia Tian’s usual character.
Upon entering the room, An Feng barely greeted You Lan before rushing to the bedside. But when he touched You Kuang’s cold body, his heart sank to the depths once more.
Du Ziping sneaked a glance and found that of these ghost bats, only three possessed the cultivation level of Golden Core. Ma Lao San’s claim of four was true, but one had just died at his hand.
“Brother Ximen, do you know what kind of heart demon Jishan has fallen into?” Dong Fang Bai did not answer Ximen Fude’s question but spoke in a low tone instead.
After that slap, the most important person to Ling Qi gradually drifted away. For half a semester, she didn’t even know what Jin Yanling was up to. Only subtle clues suggested that Jin had greatly intensified her studies, seemingly planning something significant.
The voice carried an immense weariness, tinged with authority. Though plain in tone, as if it had long expected the shadow’s arrival, a subtle fluctuation betrayed a trace of joy—like the happiness of seeing a beloved.
“Master Shen, is there anything else you require?” Yang Xiao, the leader of Tianxia Tower, looked at Shen Wanxiong with curiosity.