Chapter 121: Fusing the Medicinal Pills

“Senior apprentice brother didn’t catch up, you can put me down now, do you hear me?”

The soul sword flying midair froze for a moment, then stopped and directly threw the woman it was holding. Soul Qian tumbled through the air, falling toward the ground.

“Ahhh…”

But one thing was certain: the villains before them were nothing but beasts who harmed a delicate blossom.

The group, helpless, dared not disturb Yang Hao. After a moment, they chose to leave and explore deeper around, hoping to find a way back to Earth.

Around the Dragon Transformation Pool, everyone marveled. Many faces shone with envy and covetousness, though none knew exactly how many had seen it twice before. That old man must be at least a hundred years old; adventurers and mercenaries of such age were rich in experience.

Although there were outsiders like “Unknown Surprise,” Hasbro, and Disney, at this critical moment, who’s behind was truly clean?

The greatest strength of IMG Entertainment lay in its joint establishment of the Jia-A League and FA Cup with the Chinese Football Association, continuously responsible for the nationwide premier football events’ marketing and TV broadcasting.

As for having those from all realms handle the Boundary Heaven Emperor for him, that was clearly impossible. Those people revered the Boundary Heaven Emperor as a god—how could they be enemies?

With his bowl filled, Weng Shiying lifted her chopsticks lightly, deliberately adjusting the grains of rice so that the surface formed a neat, rounded cap.

Now, seeing the imperial doctor and the young woman who could cure the plague arrive, hope immediately filled everyone’s eyes.

Beside her was the vague figure who had just recounted his failed suicide attempt—Su Qing could barely make out his form.

The sensation was like the dark thoughts in one’s heart being wildly magnified, reason derailed, and behavior utterly uncontrollable.

White Lin landed leisurely, smiling as he beckoned the Shadow Demon with a finger—courtesy demands a return.

From the eighth match onward, all opponents were mid-to-late Mountain Climbing Realm; he promptly conceded each time, refusing to show off.

Li Yuan’s stealth technique was disrupted; his body staggered violently, narrowly avoiding the red light shot from the metallic bird’s right eye.

By midnight, Liu Yifei was overwhelmed with curiosity. Jiang Ruoyi, who had just finished her machine’s work, was equally excited—though past midnight, neither felt sleepy. On the way home, Liu Yifei eagerly bombarded Jiang Ruoyi with questions.

He knew she sought a swift victory; the Ancient God’s domain would slowly corrode human sanity. Even if he possessed some divine treasure, reaching this point meant his sanity points were nearly depleted.

Before the three could finish their questions, He Qixing consciously raised one finger—he understood what they wished to ask.

Just a moment ago, the instant Gu Feng retracted his power, a force far beyond mere shockwaves suddenly exploded within the Golden Bell, flinging him aside.

Like a movie once said, learning martial arts means many things become impossible: unwilling to farm, disdainful of robbery, failing imperial exams; in the end, either teaching boxing in the countryside or guarding someone’s estate—always poor and destitute.

“Next, what you must do is dig open this ground. We suspect the citizens of Yunqi Kingdom have all fled underground!” Mr. Chu then issued a second command.

In the cultivation world of the Thousand-One Realm, there was a truth: when facing a cultivator skilled in formation arrays, one must never allow them time to set up a formation, no matter how weak their cultivation.

However, ordinary humans’ bodies have limits. No matter how much training they undergo, they can only develop their bodies to the strength of a level 5 physical developer—this Guo Jia had long verified through the omniscient system.