Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Seven: Soul-Stabilizing Needle Technique

“Hey, what is this half-baked doctor babbling about? Don’t slander me. I already found someone to cure the old man’s illness. How could I be so bored as to administer poison? Uh...”

Realizing he had inadvertently revealed too much, Lin Dong immediately stopped his argument.

“Whether poison was administered or not isn’t for you to decide; it needs to be tested first.”

...

In truth, compared to the rotting smell of plants and the earthy scent of the forest floor, the odor emitted from a person is quite faint. It’s only because Ai’er was trailing behind and using her specialized detection and filtering that she could smell the scent on the prospector.

As he looked up, he saw the man kneeling halfway on the werewolf’s back, pressing his knee against the beast’s sharply protruding spine, his arms tightly wrapped around its neck, gritting his teeth as he forced it to bend upward with all his might.

But it did have some effect outside; otherwise, this contemporary Azure Dragon wouldn’t have turned into an ice sculpture and then reverted back.

Showa Tianyou and Asakusa Yuriko didn’t attack Bai Fan but instead watched, curious about what he intended to do.

“If we truly bow before that demon lord, how will the world view my Wàn Xiàng Sect? And how will they view me?!” Mount Yue’s face was full of pain and unwillingness.

He Caowu was truly at a loss with his stubborn grandson. With a helpless shake of his head, he then asked Li Gengyun whether he wished to learn the Celestial Soldier Arts.

However, a question immediately confronted him: how could he change Luo Fu’s mind, making her willing to voluntarily leave this snowy mountain?

Seeing his state, Luo Yin refrained from saying more. Some things must be experienced firsthand; only then can one strengthen their resolve and temper their will.

“Heave-ho!” Two foot soldiers lifted the large wooden board, tightly securing the three sides of the door barricade.

Waiting seemed to drag endlessly. Just as Yang Lixuan grew restless, fearing something had gone awry, Lin Xuerer appeared, heading this way.

The trapped man half-turned, flattering the mountain above with bows and salutes, then traced a cross over his chest toward the mountain, rapidly employing every conceivable and appropriate gesture.

“What’s your friend’s name?” Yi Tian’s reply made Fei Lieyang even more tense. Silently gathering inner energy, he prepared to strike at any moment.

Bai Yu gave a cold smile, pointing forward. Countless golden swords shot through the sky like bullets, aimed at the Grand Elder.

The other demon clans were unsure of the situation and naturally puzzled by Qi Yun’s actions; though Qi Yun sensed something was amiss, he had no time to investigate carefully.

Zhou Jiping waved his hand, calling off a soldier who was about to punish a captive. He had recognized the caller—it was the hyena caught first in the valley where the hyenas trained. Under Zhou Jiping’s pressure, the hyena had cooperated with their plans.

But moments later, Zhao Kang’s expression returned to calm, as he saw the players around him holding anger in their eyes. Apparently, they were still displeased with him.

As the metal secret door closed completely in front of Li’er, he drew his right-hand light sword, turned, and leapt up the cellar stairs.

Gu Feiyu snorted with displeasure. The Seven-colored Exquisite Tower was left behind by the founding ancestor of the Holy Heaven Sect. For Bai Yu to call it a broken tower annoyed him greatly.

However, just as he intended to open the Moon Palace gate and escape, he suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder.

Though Qi Yun hadn’t been inside the inner gate of Tiandun Peak for long, he had already forged two treasured artifacts—the Luobao Coin and the Zhanlu Sword... His level of forging was absolutely top-tier even among the other disciples specializing in artifact creation.