Chapter Sixteen: I Can Heal You

Second Path: cultivate the Ten Thousand Swords chapter as usual, but devote half of the secondary clones to practice the Dao of Eternity.

A deep affection spread through the room, unaware that chaos was erupting outside, and their moment of tranquility was about to be shattered.

The first impression was favorable, followed by a comprehensive test. Ultimately, it was found that this child was not particularly intelligent but was extremely diligent. When it came to understanding certain things, he might lack innovation but would learn from predecessors, which was truly commendable.

The Slaying of the Three Corpses was the final hurdle to sainthood. Except for Ran Deng, even the Great Luo immortals fell short. Achieving sainthood would take countless years.

When it saw the dual Dragon Bones of Earth and Metal, understanding suddenly dawned—it was because the dragon souls of Earth and Wood dragons were attached to these bones, slowly dissipating into the heavens and earth over time.

He suffered a great loss at the hands of the Sacred Land and didn’t know what to do. Yet, Uncle was truly formidable; the Sacred Emperor seemed like a mere child before him, utterly powerless to resist.

“Who bullied you? Tell your husband!” Huangfu Ye said nothing but asked coldly.

Not a medical practitioner, Yang Ruxin faced a person’s internal organs for the first time and felt like vomiting. She forced herself to endure, removing the child from the womb and handing it over to Dao Xuzi for treatment before starting to sew up.

Wang Yongnian had urgent matters to report to Emperor Song but couldn’t get in. Frustrated, he swung his long sleeves and sighed as he left.

The boss wore oversized sunglasses that covered half his face. Hearing this, his fury was visible even behind the dark lenses. He remained silent, and Che Jiankun didn’t dare respond.

Zhuge Liang remained silent until his final breath, feeling that his entire life had been devoted to restoring the Han dynasty and aiding the common people. Only upon encountering Wu Kong did he realize he had unknowingly trapped himself in a dead-end, harming many along the way.

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Hua Yun looked to Mu Ningshuang for her opinion. As for Zhang Xinrui, her views were unnecessary—whether asked or not, she would remain hovering by Hua Yueling’s side regardless.

The fake young lord was stunned, struggling to fend off the skilled fists and kicks of Danqing Ke. It became increasingly difficult to defend, and just as capture seemed imminent, a voice rang out.

Seven green-clad disciples had died. For the Poison Sect, this was insignificant, but the key was all were killed by the same person, who was also just a green-clad disciple.

A chill seized my heart, and fear of death surged. Yang San’s lips curved slightly, like the grim smile of death incarnate.

Hua Yueling moved his hand again; the Hidden Dragon Blade slid to the opponent’s neck. Though the words were incomprehensible, the intent was clear. For his own safety, he dared not act rashly.

Having asked all he wished, Hua Yueling took his leave. The other party said nothing, silently watching their figures vanish into the darkness. Until they disappeared completely, silence returned.

After all, weapon-type treasures symbolized a pseudo-divine cultivator’s status. Neither the Water Spirit Necklace nor the mysterious pearl of the Six-Legged Thunder Leopard carried such significance.

Xiao Luo still led ahead. Though he fought with relentless madness and formidable spiritual power, steadily advancing through the Mist and Smoke Formation with great strength, all saw his condition was no longer as robust as at the start.

Chen Yue realized she had returned to Jinxiang Garden. Three pairs of eyes stared at her, all bearing panda-like dark circles. Seeing the exhausted Shangguan Jue, her mood inexplicably lifted.

Chen Yue saw several beauties around eighteen or nineteen years old. She lightly curled her lips in a mocking smile. They were not without awareness; the question was, whom were they serving?

“The township government’s matters, there’s nothing I don’t know. What do you want to ask?” Lin Xiaoqian boasted.

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Chen Yue’s nose stung painfully as she was embraced into a broad chest. Annoyed, she struck out. Shangguan Jue stepped back a few paces and regained some composure, looking at the plain-looking man before him. How could he be Chen Yue? It seemed he missed her so much that he mistook this man for her.

At first, she thought she liked the young master, but she also felt they shouldn’t be together. So, did she truly like him or not?

Yun Shiniang shrugged innocently—a gesture she’d learned from Chen Yue. Proximity breeds resemblance.

“They’ve dragged it out. Qian Yu, you handle it. The wedding continues.” Ling Anfeng shouted the last words loudly as chaos erupted. What was once a joyful scene had turned ominous. Everyone looked on in confusion.

Lin Xiao chose this moment to leave—not only their team but others as well. Everyone coveted the Dao Cave of peerless masters. If one could obtain a supreme treasure from it, their strength would be elevated significantly.

The wandering soul tore off a sleeve and instinctively used it to bandage the wound on his right arm. He then fashioned a splint from an aluminum strip decorating a nearby building’s entrance. His technique was swift and deft, using only his left hand and teeth like a professional doctor to treat the injury.

Several guards rode swiftly from afar. Upon sighting the headless corpse, their hairs stood on end.

Zhang Muyi’s actions became frantic. The fourth and fifth bullets struck my abdomen and waist. Then he fired ten more shots consecutively, most hitting my palm, arm, chest, and abdomen.