Chapter 50: The Scent of Mugwort

Su Tang saw it at a glance and asked with a smile, "Is it tasty?"

"It is."

The soldiers spoke up one after another. One of the youngest, who appeared only a few years older than Su Tang, chimed in, "It tastes like the food my mother makes."

"Whack!" Before the words even faded, he received a slap on the back of his head. "Nonsense! If you don't know how to talk, keep your mouth shut. What 'your mother'? It's just food."

The young soldier rubbed his head and retorted, "Squad Leader, the Captain said we aren't allowed to curse."

In fact, both Shu Mei and Li Wei were more powerful than Captain Jin, yet Tian'er strangely trusted him. This trust likely stemmed from the way Captain Jin carried himself in daily life.

Xiong Fei and Dagang had come to post bail for Chai Hua and Dagangzi—Dagang had already been bailed out by Xiong Fei, and now it was Chai Hua and Dagangzi's turn.

"Hmph, you, a spirit beast that has just stepped into the fourth rank, think you can contend with me?" Zhou Liping had sharp eyes and naturally noticed the somewhat illusory fourth tail behind the misty figure.

This was a dangerous probe, testing Tong Ling's true intentions, much like how he had explained to his students last week what a confession was: a confession is taking the risk that you might not even be able to remain friends afterward, all to gamble on the chance of being able to hold her hand, embrace her, and love her openly in the future.

His eyes darted around, and he suddenly thought of his senior brother, the Drunken Immortal Zhu Qingjiu. He must have distiller's yeast on him; even if he didn't, he would surely know where it was kept, and he could just have the wild men seize it.

"How many good sisters do you really have?" The ringtone blared. Chai Hua felt a surge of joy—what was meant to come had finally arrived! This ringtone was exclusive to people from the Infinite Purgatory.

"Comrade Deng Houfang, I am speaking to you now in my capacity as the Party representative of the Special Operations Team. Do you know what this action of yours implies?" The Hamster was once again moralizing.

When he finally reached the bottom of the sea with an excited heart, only then did he realize he had no idea how far he was from the surface.

Old Yang was not flying into a rage at this moment; on the contrary, he was abnormally calm—a deathly silence. He knew he lacked the ability, and he knew he could not achieve it. To say anything more would be futile, merely inviting ridicule.

Yang Yan raised his long blade and swung it horizontally. In his panic, Zhou Chong only had time to raise his Emei piercers to parry before they were sent flying by Yang Yan's immense strength. Yang Yan extinguished the flames on his blade and struck Zhou Chong's chest with the back of the steel, knocking him unconscious instantly.

"Heh, you animal driven by your lower half, I'm afraid you've turned a fake act into reality!" Maeda looked at Xia Yang with contempt.

"That 'Thunderbolt Old Man' Sang Zhong is peerless in martial arts; he won't be easy to deal with," said Escort Lin.

This man’s features were somewhat similar to the former, but he was slightly older. Though his beard was flecked with white hairs, his face was as smooth and ruddy as a child's, without a single wrinkle. Dressed in a tight black leather suit, he appeared exceptionally capable.

While they were speaking, the villagers suddenly all fell to their knees. This caught Tan Hong and his group off guard; they rushed forward to help them up, offering constant words of comfort.

The second method also involved burning away all the essence of flesh and blood and the soul within the body to condense an independent space that even the rules of Heaven could not detect. Then, the newly born Vermilion Bird fledgling would regrow and transform into a new Vermilion Bird Supreme within that independent space.

"Although I am not an expert, I can cure Thomas's illness!" Xia Yang’s tone was relatively polite at this moment.

But Xing Yun could no longer care about such things. Ever since that loud explosion he heard earlier, the mountain had been filled with the faint sound of swords! Xing Yun was terrified that he would arrive too late—how could the Qingcheng Sect withstand the forces of the eight sects?

Yue Chengwu wanted to ask for clarification, but Wang Shiying had already flicked his sleeves. The energy that had been circling his body shuddered, and he transformed into a white rainbow, soaring into the sky in an instant and vanishing without a trace a moment later.