Chapter 58: Before I Return, Don't Be Too Intimate with Them

Sang Fuying carefully calculated the recovery time for the physical discomfort she experienced after Muer kissed her. "About twenty minutes?"

A look of astonishment appeared on Sang Yao's face.

The higher the rank of a male, the more spiritual power of a female was consumed to soothe him. Normally, after soothing a 3S-rank male, a female required at least two to three days to recover her spiritual power, during which time she would experience pronounced limb weakness and dizziness.

Consuming a small amount of spiritual power to soothe...

"Phew... It's indeed time to train my arm strength," Jiang Nan muttered softly as he stroked the ring in his hand, preparing to leave the courtyard.

The captives looked at each other and smiled awkwardly. It was said that Salgela, the top warrior of Dali who could fight tigers and leopards bare-handed, had been flattened by a single blow from the Iron Hammer King. For them to step forward would simply be a pure display of a death wish.

Liu Qi had suffered a series of frustrating events over the past two days, and hearing these words now only heightened his indignation. Being a proud man who refused to lower his head and beg, he said in a deep voice, "In that case, it is my sister's misfortune not to climb the high branch of the Second General!" With that, he took his leave and departed.

This man in white had his eyes closed, descending from the sky like an immortal from beyond the world, slowly drifting down from a massive spatial rift. He carried his hands behind his back, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

As is well known, in the late Yuan and early Ming dynasties, the legendary figure Long Xiaotian created the Yin-Yang Extraordinary Manual and the Sun-Moon Divine Mirror, laying the magnificent foundation of the Manichean Ming Cult. However, at the fall of the Ming Dynasty, the Ming Cult could no longer maintain its footing in China and had no choice but to migrate to Korea.

Beside the [Dragon Wing] heavy military transport plane, the robust old man looked at Matsushita Chiku walking from afar and chuckled softly.

Among them, three Void-realm experts who refused to submit to Lin Feng were executed by him using formidable means, and there were even more God-realm experts. In truth, practitioners of immortality enjoyed longevity, yet they feared death all the more. Usually putting on an aloof and proud facade, they would display intense emotional agitation upon being insulted, wishing they could immediately fight Lin Feng to the death.

"Very well! My Lady, have a look yourself—is this makeup to your satisfaction?" Xiangyin's voice sounded by her ear once again, transforming Yang Yuyao, who had been immersed in a dream, back into the Lady of Guo.

Without needing anyone's introduction at this moment, judging solely by Bai Xingzhi's terrified expression, Wang Xun guessed who the newcomer was. He too parted the crowd, came to Qin Guoyong's side, and stood shoulder to shoulder with him. Remaining silent, his eyes swept like blades across the clamoring and unruly vicious servants.

Her innate talent was the mastery of time, coupled with mutated icy divine blood, making her entirely a targeted deployment against the Ice Domain, or rather, a grand master plan aimed at the trial.

Hearing this, Lin Chen pondered slightly before turning his gaze to Lin Yurou not far away.

The most unexpected twist was the shattering of Suyue. What kind of events would this development bring to everyone? And could Qianmo easily shed her identity as the Crown Prince's concubine? What stories would unfold between her and the two male leads? When everyone pointed fingers of blame at her, who would stand by her side to shield her from the gossip?

It was precisely because of this that King Zhou of Shang, Di Xin, specifically dispatched Kong Xuan from Sanshan Pass to preside over this place.

Su Mu looked at Bai Sheng, who had already changed her clothes. Taking a clear look at her face, it belonged to someone whose appearance was entirely different from her own.

Her physical injuries were manageable; Chen Chuman's most severe wound was in her soul. It was unknown what kind of monster that was, but every time it emitted a sharp screech, it felt like a keen sword piercing ruthlessly directly into her sea of consciousness and spiritual body.

Furthermore, regarding the matter of the White Lotus Sect infiltrating the Red Turban Army that Keyang had mentioned earlier, the White Lotus Sect was, after all, founded on Buddhist principles. If the White Lotus Sect were allowed to control a dynasty from behind the scenes, it might turn out to be yet another Liang Dynasty or the reigning dynasty.

"Rest assured, this place is completely uninhabited; some drifting sand and dust are quite normal," Lin Yurou said somewhat indifferently.

"What? The people of the Tan family lost, and now they need their elders to challenge me?" Lin Chen's tone cooled, carrying a heavy sense of disdain.

The man in the black robe lying beside her was also dead; it was clear that he and Yunniang had perished together.