Chapter 118: Finishing the Hengqing Group

The young medical cultivator saw the unlucky victim who had been poisoned open his eyes and said with pleasant surprise, "You're awake! I truly didn't expect someone to last over a quarter of an hour after being poisoned by the Hundred-Eye Herb. Which immortal sect did you come from to seek medicine?"

This remark from the "fairy" jolted Heng Shu out of his illusion that he had died and ascended to heaven. He struggled to sit up, cleared his throat with a couple of coughs, and replied, "I am not a cultivator."

"Not a cultivator?" The medical cultivator looked at Heng Shu with suspicion and asked, "If you aren't a cultivator, why did you wander into the Shennong Valley alone? Don't you know how dangerous it is here? Looking at your attire, you don't seem like someone destitute who would risk their life digging for herbs to sell for money..."

Heng Shu hurriedly took out the immortal herbs he had gathered.

If he had truly been open and honest, he should have told Qin Ruilin that very night that perhaps Shen Aoning was not entirely devoid of feelings for him. Only that would have been true candor with Qin Ruilin.

It was suppressing some kind of evil entity that required the Dragon Clan's power to contain. What Jiang Yun could not figure out, however, was why there were so many human-shaped corpses in this Corpse-Slaughter Town.

Those copper-armored corpses ignored the iron-armored corpses blocking their path, charging forward like tanks. With immense force, they shoved the iron-armored corpses aside and then lunged at Li Hao and the others, claws slashing wildly.

"Old affections are hard to forget, a hero saving a beauty, hahahaha, hehehehe..." The laughter of Xue Wuling, bordering on madness, echoed through the heavens and earth. After his defeat that day, the man who had sought to prove his Dao through battle saw his Dao heart shatter completely, turning him into a spectral existence.

Using the screen, Petro temporarily shook off Westbrook. But he knew that Petro’s screening was mediocre, and Westbrook’s physical prowess was exceptional. It wouldn’t take long before that number zero was standing in his way again.

The basketball struck the rim and began a slow descent. Ibaka was still some distance from the hoop, while Perkins was being firmly blocked by Chandler. Under the basket, the two tall men jumped almost simultaneously; Perkins stretched his arms, desperate to snatch the ball from behind Chandler.

"I don't give a damn about IQ, if I say you aren't moving, you aren't moving!" Shen Xiran was furious, waving her hands and roaring, her ferocious expression looking as if she wanted to devour Jason whole.

However, for the older generation, human talent was the greatest wealth, so having four children was not unusual; even five or six was common.

Although he had defeated his opponent in one fell swoop, he hadn't engaged in a direct lane duel. Even in victory, Mu Jing felt something was missing. But the more important task at hand was to climb to the top of the Korean server, so other matters would have to wait for later.

The Changlong Restaurant in Monan Town was the highest-rated and most upscale establishment in town, a place only the truly wealthy could afford. To avoid the embarrassment of the restaurant refusing to accept glass marbles as payment, Mo Ran decided to consult the owner first.

A Shilong opened his eyes and saw the table covered in pure white powder. He was overjoyed, his face flush with excitement, and he immediately used his right index finger to dab a bit of the powder and taste it on his tongue.

"Do you think he might be hiding behind this thing?" The voice was clearer now. The earthen mound was only six yards square, and this smiling voice resonated for the first time, sounding as if it were right next to Xiao Fan’s ear.

Beichen Xieyan let out a scoff and said nothing more. After all, Yu Wei's words were quite reasonable; as for his so-called "providing entertainment for everyone," he believed no one was truly looking forward to it.

This person had arrived behind Xiao Fan while he was dodging the demon hand's attack. Judging by the sound, the person was within five yards, yet Xiao Fan had been completely unaware. Although Xiao Fan had been fully focused on the monster's attacking limb, the person's ability to conceal their presence was evident.

"Is something the matter?" Ye Tian frowned, secretly wondering if he should "out" this person to seize her black crystal.

Leng Tie was empty-handed, but his fingernails were long and sharp. He was gaunt, his ten fingers nothing but skin and bone, resembling the sinister claws of a beast, emitting a cold, grey light.

Hearing this, Vitruvius displayed just the right amount of astonishment, secret joy, shyness, and disbelief.