Chapter 36: Lash Marks

Standing by the bedside and watching the doctor attend to Bai Xuexin, Bai Haotian’s expression was grim. He knew that whatever he had done today would likely be known throughout the entire circle within half a day.

As for the Black Nether Sovereign and his cohorts, they were now so desperate to survive that they wouldn't refuse even if asked to descend into the eighteenth level of hell, let alone the Heavenly Palace. "We are willing! We are willing!" the Black Nether Sovereign hurriedly exclaimed.

Names he thought he would never have the chance to recall again began to surface one by one, triggered by the sensation of the hellish demons.

Obtaining a teacher's professional title is no simple task. First, the teacher's moral character must be evaluated—a responsibility that rests with the school's leadership team. If the leadership deems you unsuitable, you needn't bother applying; you would be dismissed immediately, failing to even qualify for the first round of review.

Grace Grass, as the name implies, represents the grace of heaven. The conditions for its growth are even more stringent than those for the Qilin Fruit. Many suspect that such a medicinal herb may already be extinct.

"What is this?" Jiang Wei asked, picking up the wooden stick. Just as he was about to question the old forest bandit, he noticed the man running toward the guillotine camp without looking back.

Meanwhile, still deep within the secret realm, Murong Qingyan had reached a critical juncture. She remained seated in a cross-legged position, yet she felt as though her entire body were about to burst. So much power was surging into her that she felt she could barely contain it.

Most people who come here are looking to dine. Upon arrival, they usually find a seat or wait in the designated area if it is full. This person, however, walked straight to the counter.

Rolling hills were divided into irregular plots by several winding streams. At the center of this area, on the highest point of elevation, stood a tall building.

When Ding Meng emerged from the quenching pool on the tenth underground level, he discovered that the white light within the dense mist had vanished.

"Besides, I will give you whatever you want!" Yang Yunshan shouted, his throat hoarse.

After several days of rumors, not only did the practitioners on Dragon-Slayer Island learn of the pure spiritual energy here, but those from Azure Dragon Island, the Judgment Hall, the Dragon Crest Hall, and the Dragon-Slayer Hall became aware of this place as well.

To Su Zhixun’s surprise, another group of assassins arrived that night. They were all desperate men, but fortunately, after the previous poisoning incident, Su Zhixun had moved Gu Junyan to a different cell, causing the assassins to strike at an empty target.

Luo Jingya offered a self-deprecating smile. How could she not have suspected the wine was tainted? Yet, in that situation, she had no right to refuse, even if the wine was poisoned. The only difference was whether she drank it willingly or was forced to do so.

Hearing these words, Liu Lanxu’s body trembled. Looking at her son, she was consumed by regret, yet she could do nothing. She knew that any attempt to intervene would bring catastrophe upon the Feixu Sword Sect, making her an eternal sinner, and her son would die regardless.

The Yan family had always been this way. During the last Great Martial Arts Tournament in the Azure Dragon Empire, while other families were locked in a life-or-death struggle, the Yan family emerged as the "good guys." Taking advantage of the years the other families spent nursing their wounds, the Yan family had become the most powerful clan, with the largest sphere of influence.

Only a few wisps of five-colored smoke remained drifting in the air. Finally, the five-colored light descended, drawing the smoke together and transforming it into a five-colored sword.

Xi Haichuan smiled nonchalantly and accepted the cigarette offered from the outside. Usually, one only accepted cigarettes from elders or those they respected, but he no longer placed much importance on such formalities.

Muran was so furious that she slammed herself back onto the wooden stool. The impact was so forceful that her bottom collided passionately with the seat; if Mother Wang hadn't insisted on using high-quality furniture, Muran would surely have ended up on the floor.

Song Bin cursed under his breath. With no time to hesitate, he once again condensed a light sword with his spiritual energy. Just as he did so, the two black beams of light crashed against the blade.

With Niannian's help, she unwrapped the gauze to check, and fortunately, the swelling on her finger had subsided, indicating that the black beetle's venom was not potent.

"My apologies for making you worry! See, I am perfectly fine, no harm done at all!" Immortal Feather-Crane laughed with a touch of embarrassment.

"You aren't eating noodles? You couldn't even survive without eating noodles before, don't try to fool me!" I clearly remembered Zhu Hong’s bizarre obsession; even with delicacies spread before him, he insisted on eating the noodles cooked by Bai Jinghai.

There are so many people in this world; some lack money, while others worry about how to spend it all.

The arena was completely packed, with not a single empty seat. There were fans from Cleveland, from across the United States, and even from overseas.

"Hehe..." Liang Hongzhuang giggled, her expression shifting from sorrow to a blossoming radiance so beautiful it could captivate countless young talents. Of course, Erdan, currently in the form of a black dog, was not among them; he only cared about the spirit stones in her bracelet.

Luo Wusheng’s expression became somewhat comical due to that involuntary interjection, and the sight made Diwu Mo burst into a soft, uncontrollable laugh.

Melo performed a triple-threat move. Everyone cleared the court to watch Zhang Yunze and Carmelo—this was their duel. The hearts of the surrounding fans were in their throats, pounding with anticipation for the outcome of the one-on-one.

Then, I went back to modern times to catch up on sleep. Staying up late is actually more exhausting than driving. Still groggy, the phone rang, and He Gui picked it up to see it was Zhang Yan calling.

After hearing this, Feng Honghong nodded hesitantly. Although she didn't know why her son wanted to do it separately, he had always had his own ideas, and since he said so, there must be a reason.

The two changed their technique, and the Demonic Blade Sha fell directly into the pool. Finally, the sky returned to a blood-red hue, and the thunder ceased. Wiping the sweat from their brows, they flew into the cave. "Alright, I don't know how much this will help Sha. Fortunately, Xia Tianyang found quite a few Thunder Demon Crystals recently; we just have to wait for Sha to wake up," Xie Wufeng said to Wu Mo.

The three brothers were all masters of the Transformation Realm, so they moved with great speed, covering another two miles in just a few minutes in the direction of the gunfire.