Chapter 122: A Sudden Rift!

Meng Fei was slightly taken aback and quickly asked, “Doctor Li, how confident are you?” Li Wanmin narrowed his eyes and made a gesture with his hand. “Sixty percent.” This was his conservative estimate. Logically, there should have been a seventy to eighty percent chance of curing the old lady. Unlike Martina, who started with her strongest move but unfortunately failed to achieve the desired effect—there was no way Martina wouldn’t regret it deeply.

Just as Lu Chen had anticipated, after traveling six or seven miles at a swift pace, Qiao Feng and Duan Yu stopped. Qiao Feng saw Lu Chen smiling not far ahead and showed no surprise, while Duan Yu looked at Lu Chen as if he had seen a ghost.

What followed was the story of the three fighting side by side for over a decade, defeating, absorbing, or allying with the major gangs of Qizhou, ultimately establishing a new largest gang in the region.

Lu Chen first pressed on Jia Xichun’s slumber point and then proceeded to perform some indescribably intimate acts. Of course, what worked in the city might not necessarily apply to the countryside. Upon hearing Zhang Yi’s words, Ding Yuan, Xu Chu, Zhou Cang, and Zhang Liao all pondered deeply, sensing the atmosphere had grown rather subdued.

“One hundred and twenty spirit stones! Your flying sword is worth at most one hundred and twenty spirit stones. So, do you want two copies of the rubbings and twenty spirit stones, or one copy and seventy spirit stones?” asked the young man in the gray robe.

If it were before, Zhang Zhenhai would have supported him. Now, Yu Chunlin held command. Seeing Zhang Yi’s imposing demeanor, he could only grit his teeth and agree.

On his way back, he searched for the bodies of the immortals but found none.

Whether by coincidence or intent, Li Luo and Ziyu became entangled in hatred. The former promised Ziyu that he would avenge her, asking only that she obey him faithfully. With no other option, Ziyu agreed.

“All right, let’s keep moving. You can do it, Andrew,” Chen Fan encouraged.

Mo Huaijin’s lips curled slightly, a faint smile reaching his eyes, tinged with warmth.

Above Qin Tian’s parched Qi Sea, suddenly dark clouds gathered, followed by a torrential rain of spiritual energy. The “water level” visibly began to rise.

In the next moment, a blue light shone on Qin Tian’s wound; new flesh sprouted, bones reconnected, and even the severed capillaries were mended.

Han Bing said nothing, her cheeks flushed as she lowered her gaze to her toes, as if she might spot a flower blooming there at any moment.

“Jack, thank you for your brotherhood with Jamie,” the Nine-headed Bird in the car expressed gratitude for what Chen Fan had done earlier.

Yet she didn’t dare push him away, standing motionless and enduring it all. Just when she thought Mu Tingchen might do something, he suddenly pushed her aside, breathing heavily with restrained emotion.

Hong Mei’s pretty face blushed as she involuntarily put herself in the place of “others.”

Two male disciples, their faces pale and smeared with blood, looked on with terror. When the stone gate was pushed open, a flicker of hope showed on their faces. Surrounding them were three three-headed beasts from the Tongyou Realm.

Now, she was barely breathing. After expelling her essence-blood, only a faint trace of consciousness remained.

That was why when Kuafu circled around and began directly attacking him, it was a bit presumptuous. He hadn’t brought any magical treasures with him. Had he possessed even a mediocre artifact, he could have trapped the Rain Master’s true form, buying enough time to cast a sealing spell.

Perhaps John’s true god was indeed protecting him. Although Wu Di’s eyes suddenly burst forth with terrifying golden light, he merely calmly watched that faint white glow, astonishing everyone present.