Volume 1, Chapter 59: Chu Yan's Jealousy

As Lu Xiaoman led Lu Mingxi into the lounge, the blue plumbago flowers outside the window carried a faint fragrance on the evening breeze, intertwining with the aged woody scent of the room.

Although the surface of the land here had long been battered beyond recognition into a scarred wasteland, a deep spiritual sense reaching underground would reveal that the remnants of the array foundations forming the original seal and barrier were still present.

"Golden Crow, Descend!" Ye Xingchen chanted silently, deftly forming the incantation. A massive Golden Crow spread its wings and surged forth, resembling a dazzling sun.

By this time, Qin Feng and his party had arrived at the legendary Sandy Island. It was practically a paradise on earth, even more magnificent than the Potala Palace, covering an area of several thousand square meters. It exuded an atmosphere of solemn majesty—so much so that failing to hold conferences here would be an absolute waste of such prime geomantic terrain.

Although the innkeeper possessed only the cultivation level of Qi Refining, every word he spoke was watertight, neither servile nor overbearing, clearly marking him as a seasoned veteran of the pugilistic world.

A name suddenly flashed through Ye Xingchen's mind—"Mother of a Hundred Flowers." The flora spirit had mentioned this earlier, asking whether to summon the Mother of a Hundred Flowers, a request that Thorn had rejected at the time. Now, it seemed they had truly summoned the Mother of a Hundred Flowers.

Creating one's own cultivation technique requires reaching the corresponding realm, and modifying an existing one is no different. The technique left behind by their ancestors only reached the Spirit Condensation realm, which was already quite remarkable; at the very least, it proved that their Dongfang family had once produced a powerhouse at the Spirit Condensation realm.

"Elder brother, turn back while there is still time!" Bodhi assumed the opening stance of his fist technique and shouted at his elder brother, who was charging fiercely toward him, attempting one last effort at persuasion.

Blow after blow, countless sparks erupted from the collision of the two forces, violently vibrating under the relentless bombardment of a profound heavenly treasure such as the Sea Serpent Three-Spirited Trident.

Wu Jian cursed inwardly. He had executed an extreme acceleration within an extreme timeframe to complete an extreme overtaking maneuver.

"What that means is, even if you miraculously stumble upon dumb luck and have a one-in-ten-thousand chance of defeating this young master, you can beat me, hit me, humiliate me, and curse me! But you are absolutely not allowed to cripple my cultivation!" Wang Ba said triumphantly.

He was also scheming with his own calculations: in less than ten years, the price of jade had multiplied nearly a hundredfold. Even if one were momentarily duped into buying low-grade merchandise, it would still be easy to cash out and break even.

After waiting for who knows how long, the birds streaking across the sky finally began to disperse. Yet once the birds scattered, the sky remained pitch black, instantly causing our expressions to shift.

Fu Yuanshan's words resonated between heaven and earth, plunging the surroundings into a brief silence as everyone was stunned by his outrageously unbridled statement.

Desires are bottomless pits. Why fight head-to-head or even to the death for endless wealth in the future, instead of learning the carefree detachment of the wren and the mole?

Yet this power vanished instantly like a clay ox entering the sea. Overcome with confusion, Wen Dedao placed his right palm on Qin Feng's shoulder, intending to channel even more of his pure celestial immortal essence.

Li Erlong thought about it and decided that there was no time like the present. Since it was still early, he might as well take a trip to the county town today to look around and make his purchases.

Now, because Hua Qiangu was no longer Bai Zihua's trial of life and death, Dongfang Yuqing could no longer assist Meng Xuanlang. Since Meng Xuanlong's ability was inherently inferior to Meng Xuancong's, coupled with the assistance of the Seven Slaughters and Meng Xuancong's premeditated assault against an unprepared foe, Meng Xuanlang's imperial throne was already in imminent peril.

He pondered carefully: had he arrived earlier, Qin Yu might not have slain Ge Tian, and without Ge Tian's death, the subsequent series of events would never have transpired.

"Erfen, find Aunt Zhang for me. No matter where she is right now, she needs to come back. I need her immediately." Looking at Chu Tiantian's house, Qin Fen waited anxiously for the system search results from Erfen.