Chapter 142: Divine and Demon Body Refining

As Elder Shi’s voice faded, the entire ancient hall fell silent, yet a storm raged within Luo Hao’s heart. To temper one’s body with the blood of ancient gods and demons—what manner of fortune was this?

It would be no exaggeration to call it unprecedented, and certainly none would follow in its wake. Even the heirs of the most ancient hidden clans, or successors to imperial bloodlines, could never hope to possess such an opportunity.

“Elder Shi, why me? Is it merely because I am the heir of the Battle-Heaven Seal?” Though his heart surged with turmoil, he had not been overwhelmed by the sudden shock.

To have one’s body refined by the blood of gods and demons was a fortune unseen throughout the ages. With such a foundation, ascending to the supreme ultimate realm was by no means impossible. Yet Luo Hao could not help feeling that Elder Shi…

This undead alchemical lifeform possessed formidable defensive capabilities. Its appearance resembled a black skeleton clad in armor, but it was actually almost solid, with only a crude mechanical structure within.

The Heavenly Dao Sect had lent its name to the Nine Regions and stood unrivaled in the Profound Heavens. It had remained unshaken for three thousand years, with branches scattered throughout the nine great heavenly domains, comprising eighty-one circuits in all.

Only Mo Ying pretended not to hear. Narrowing his eyes as he walked, he continued pondering his own affairs.

Who could say whether, one day, when his second elder brother brought home a second sister-in-law and surrendered control of the household, she would turn around and curry favor with the new mistress? He was curious to see how painful it would be when she slapped herself in the face.

“Father rarely comes all the way here. Why not go sit in the front hall? An Lan and the Prince are there, along with quite a few other guests.” The fact that he had entered through the back door, doing his best not to alert anyone, could hardly mean anything good. Huan Yan said this merely to needle him.

Yet something that had happened the day before left him unusually conflicted. He no longer knew whether he ought to touch another beer bottle in the future.

He had originally thought there would be all sorts of inconveniences and that he would have to make inquiries in secret. But now, Mo Ying suddenly straightened up and strode openly through the village, heading toward the pond.

Only moments earlier, she had transformed grief into joy, her expression brimming with excitement. Now she turned cold again, unwilling to look directly at Jiang Ning, and merely nodded in silence.

Her belly was enormously swollen, yet as white and lustrous as jade, strikingly beautiful. The outline of an infant’s face bulged outward from beneath the skin.

Lin Quan could try to seize the divine coffin by force, but doing so would cause irreversible damage to it. There was no need for that.

Lie He, Kang Nan, and another person from the Sun Demon Hall might possibly have made it out alive. But the Nine Nether Profound Demon of the Star Demon Hall had no such chance. Xing Ya knew all too well what sort of creature he was.

Let me say this very seriously once more: the extra chapters are still ongoing. Those pretending not to see the explanation should take a look at the update dates. I have been updating every day, haven’t I?

Zhuge Xiaoxiao was about to say something else when a horse suddenly neighed from within the valley. The next moment, I saw a carriage racing out from the valley ahead, charging straight toward us.

Once the two people in the training room had grown accustomed to the sunlight outside, their eyes fixed upon Wang Yu’s face. They were both utterly dumbfounded, their eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment.

“No, no, I’m visiting.” Yao Jin shuddered back to his senses and hurriedly replied, then gave Li Ang a meaningful look. Li Ang understood.

“That’s fine. Then I won’t stand on ceremony with you. Put these things in this room.” Shen Min pushed open another door.

Another burst of inexplicable laughter erupted in the classroom. I was truly speechless. I could not understand what was so funny about asking Yuan Kexin how much she weighed.

At first, they had been bewildered, helpless, and shocked. Gradually, those emotions transformed into fear and despair. They could already foresee everything that awaited them.

“Come on, let’s eat together.” Zhang Jin smiled and used a fork to divide the roasted meat into pieces, placing them onto everyone’s plates.

At first, I paid it no mind. But as the several large ships drew closer and closer to ours, and that strange sound grew increasingly distinct, I finally sensed that something was wrong.

“Y-You… what happened to you!?” Seeing Lan Yu’s dazed and dispirited appearance, the Black Sword abruptly froze and hurriedly asked.

Wang Xifeng had always been an exceptionally beautiful woman. At that moment, her delicate beauty was infused with shy allure, her natural grace radiating irresistible charm.