Chapter 49: Nine-Star Glazed Grass

"Dad, this celestial herb is called the Nine-Star Glazed Grass. Its properties are perfect for you. You should absorb it quickly."

Ning Xi placed the Nine-Star Glazed Grass in front of Ning Fengzhi, her tone filled with determination and anticipation.

As soon as the celestial herb was brought out, the entire room was instantly filled with a fresh, rich fragrance.

This fragrance seemed imbued with a certain magic, instantly making the air in the room vibrant and alive.

Before Ning Fengzhi could examine it closely, he felt a wave of refreshing clarity...

However, she had no other choice right now, nor did she know where to find Jiang Wanqiu; perhaps all was well with her.

This caused an uproar among the wealthy landowners, who never expected the county magistrate to be dead serious. Not only were taxes to be paid as usual, but even their bribes had been confiscated.

With Ye Qinglin out and busy once more, there was no telling when he would return, leaving Hua Qi's days difficult to bear.

He sat half-reclined in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically and continuously on the tabletop.

They hovered high in the air, directly above the deep blue sea, magnificent and vast, with white-capped waves rolling from time to time.

When she woke up once more, she found herself tied to a chair, with cold water dripping down her face. She had been splashed awake.

"I have something I want to tell you." Su Yujing knew that there were some things she could not avoid. It was not a matter of whether she wanted to run away from them; some realities could never be escaped or left unfaced. This was her life, and whatever she had to face and decide upon had always existed, unchanging and ever-present.

To sustain expenses in the future, she had instructed others to establish a sect. Every seven days, the outer courtyard would be opened to the public for ordinary people to offer worship and incense fees, alongside a fortune-telling booth for which additional charges were levied.

The bodyguards returned to the ward just as Han Yan took Nan Xia and left. Their faces were ashen with a greenish tinge, and goodness only knows what they had eaten to trigger such collective diarrhea.

Meanwhile, inside the carriage, Lin Yi also sensed the abnormal surge of energy. His mental power swept instantly outside the carriage compartment, forming a mental vortex in that very fraction of a second. He had come here specifically to absorb energy, which was why he had parked the vehicle at the rear of the space station.

At this moment, Natasha, who had been pushed nearly to her breaking point, suddenly felt that Lin Yi wasn't quite as detestable as she had thought: even though he had thoroughly explored her body in every possible way, even though she had nearly been broken by it all, and even though she had been forced into it, she found herself completely unable to harbor any hatred for him right now. On the contrary, for reasons unknown, a faint sense of fondness even welled up in her heart.

With his formidable strength, Kikumaru had no need to waste effort searching for or anticipating the trajectory and landing spot of Kai's shots. Your stroke has a delayed reaction, but can it possibly compare to how long I've been waiting on the opposite side? Is the time it takes for a ball to fly the distance of an arm even comparable to the time it takes to cross the majority of a tennis court?

As if the heavens had finally heeded his prayer, that figure finally made a move. From the darkness behind Kilgrave, a hypodermic needle flew at lightning speed, embedding itself directly into Kilgrave's shoulder.

As for the Tiance Army, though they numbered twenty thousand and served as the most elite legion, their average strength naturally fell short of the Shence Army. Among the twenty thousand soldiers of the Tiance Army, only about a thousand were at the Xiantian realm or above—a terrifyingly high proportion nonetheless.

Fine, Wu Fan had to admit that he paid zero attention to the popularity surveys of the manga market, focusing entirely on the sales figures of the manga works themselves.

At this moment, the three-dimensional map began to expand, displaying the data for each individual building, which even included the names and photographs of the homeowners.

Hearing this, Pipi's face flushed red. Her motives weren't purely those of a simple neighbor. If she hadn't harbored a favorable impression of Luo Kaiping, and if he hadn't been so attentive to her, she would never have done such a thing—she would have at least thought it through, considering this was a matter of life and death.

After setting off once more, Heliqi would occasionally sidle up to A-Xiu, striking up conversations and discussing various topics with her.

The Xuanwu leaped forward, its dragon head radiating absolute majesty, while its snake tail coiled around the turtle's back. A natural Dao diagram expanded, causing the entire firmament to tremble, as a sea of black spread beneath its feet, enveloping the pillars that propped up the sky and turning them into a void of darkness.

Good grief, while the demon's gesture of cooking was deeply touching, human life was far more precious, wasn't it?

Although he was the master of a second-rate sect and shared the same realm of strength as the powerhouse from the Unfeeling Cliff on that fateful day, the Unfeeling Cliff was a first-rate sect, and their battle armor was vastly superior to his, boasting a defensive capability that could only be described as monstrous.

Especially the person who was still giving the presentation; upon seeing the abruptly magnified, breathtakingly handsome face of the boss, he became completely speechless.

Otherwise, he could learn alongside her and wouldn't be holding Yu'er back like this, constantly requiring her to teach him.

And as the dark figure gradually transformed into a youth, the dark aura lingering around the mountains vanished entirely, allowing the sunlight to grace the mountains once more.

The temple came into view before them: red bricks and grey tiles, with its wide-open gates bearing a crooked plaque overrun by spider kings.

Lu Yufei figured that since Mu Jiaojiao was telling fortunes, there wasn't much he could do to help, especially after waking up so early and feeling this exhausted.

After finishing her phone call with Wei Hanjiao, An Yun kept mulling over the mention of Wei Chuan's name by Gong Jun during the conversation.

Perhaps touched by the zither's melody, which melted a heart frozen for many years, Sheng Ye stayed overnight in Concubine Yi's palace from that day onward. The sound of the zither echoed every night through the deep courtyard of the imperial palace, stirring the hearts of all who heard it.

"If you jump down, I truly cannot guarantee I can save you. But with me here, you won't get the chance to jump," Jiang Ming stated plainly.

The spear moved once more, pushing velocity to its absolute limit. All trajectories converged into a single point; both motion and stillness rested entirely within this point. The raging flames and piercing cold gathered together, converging upon a point infinitely more dazzling than divine perception, brimming with restless energy yet possessing absolute tranquility.

After confirming there were no unusual circumstances, it was necessary to report to Ying Zheng. Ying Zheng remained remarkably diligent, still reading memorials by lamplight late into the night.

Chen Feng's heart tightened slightly, making him realize that the person before him was a formidable adversary. He dared not be careless, instantly gathering his wind-and-snow battle intent.

After about the time it took to eat a meal, the warm winter sun had climbed high into the sky, and everyone present had found shady spots to sit down. Only then did Mo Lianglang and Ding Weihan stand up together and walk over to the slightly more spacious clearing in the middle.

Gao Yixuan: "..." Boss, are you saying that our skin is thick and tough, making us easier to exploit and enslave, while Ling Zhi has delicate skin and tender flesh, so you can't bear to let her suffer?

Xi Huihui agreed with a joyful exclamation. Yingjun drove the car away, taking Long Miaomia, Long Wu, and Xi Huihui with them, but no one noticed a pair of resentful eyes glaring at the direction of their departure.

"I believe you," Jiang Ming said simply. He felt those words were more than enough.

Qin Fei never imagined the guy would be so fierce. Being able to fight was one thing, but the crux of the matter was that he dared to fight anyone. He didn't know whether to call him fearless out of ignorance or just an absolute idiot.

At this moment, Yingjun was at a critical juncture of his breakthrough. Seeing Hai Dafu attack him, anxiety gripped his heart, yet he was completely powerless to do anything.

There sat a young Daoist holding a green bamboo fishing rod, facing the river with his feet dangling over the bank. He let the sea of clouds and mist swallow his shoes and socks, leaving behind only a retreating figure. His posture could hardly be described as overly focused or casual, and his aura among the crowd was not particularly sharp or oppressive; one only felt an unspeakable fluidity, like a natural, flowing stream.