Chapter Sixty-Two: Innate Internal Spiritual Power at Its Peak and Long Tianyin's Deep Regret

Brilliant, dazzling light ignited in Long Tianyin’s hand, its radiance instantly surpassing even the sun in the sky. This glow did not spill outward, but was held back by the barrier Long Tianyin had created. Bai Haochen felt a surge of heat rushing through his body, sensing as though a sun had formed within his chest, its burning energy suffusing every part of him.

A golden halo suddenly appeared, the numbers upon it representing Bai Haochen’s innate spiritual power.

Gao Xin’s expression froze. This was the classroom; her call of “wife” made her face turn ugly, for the entire room had fallen silent. Her outburst seemed to raise everyone’s head, each wondering—had Teacher Gao gotten married?

After rattling off a string of remarks, Qin Yu’s spirits began to lift. If he could win an Oscar for Best Special Effects, the company’s reputation in the industry would be secure, freeing him from today’s awkwardness.

Meanwhile, the blood-red Abi Sword in Long You’s hand flared with crimson light, its blade thrusting swiftly toward the Right Protector.

The old ghost in black was uncharacteristically silent for a moment. When he looked up again, his face, as withered as dead wood, was illuminated by a pair of shining eyes, gleaming brightly under the cloak of night.

“Qin Li, I respect you as a fellow disciple, but stay away from me. You’ve spent most of your life being timid, and now you’re trying to lecture me!” Gao Lin turned hostile at once, ignoring his attempts to stop her and kicked the door open.

“Heh, deception? Are you so certain I can’t find the token?” Liu Hong glanced at him coolly.

“No, I must find him. Such a person must be severely punished.” With this thought, Yiran made her way to the academic office.

Since last night, when Chen Hao told her he would take her to meet his parents today, she had returned home nervous and spent the whole night sleepless.

Following the corridor, they arrived in a mysterious place, shrouded in mist, with flashes of treasure-lit brilliance. Ahead, a stone hall appeared.

Before Xiu could finish speaking, an egg in the cabinet burst forth with dazzling light, and another unicorn beetle hatched.

Now Xiu’s fists came down like a violent storm, even the giant mantis with its massive pincers lost its earlier ease; its steps grew wider, its movements more erratic and evasive.

His third brother, though handsome, had a terrible temper—in truth, he was a tyrant.

“No.” Qin Kong rested his chin on her shoulder, his eyes fixed on the drifting red leaves outside the window.

Qin Feng opened the box and took out the Fish Intestine Sword. Its blade bore intricate patterns, and green copper rust clung to its edge, exuding an ancient aura.

This week, he had only managed to practice the Arm-Extending Fist, and probably hadn’t had time to absorb any spirit crystals.

“Plop!” The Ghost Mother’s restrained arm fell limp, and to Shen Lin’s horror, the fierce ghost who traded places with Lü Zhong was slowly lighting each of the five sticks of incense in his hand.

Li Mingyue blinked her big, watery eyes at him, so adorable that Sitou Qingchen felt a warm place in his heart.

Calculating it out, the cost of riding the bicycle this time would be considerable—nearly half his savings.

After Jiu Niang finished speaking, the grand hall fell silent once more. Everyone seemed to await her decision; according to custom, if no one bid for such a long time, the Hundred Flowers Palace would truly sell this nascent soul for a single high-grade spirit stone.

The knock at the door sounded, and Ye Qian’s first reaction was to perk up, but seeing it was Minister of Legal Affairs Ruan Yuan, her fatigue returned.

Though Pingyao Village had a river, few families raised ducks; except for those along the river, most kept only chickens.