Chapter 65: A Distinctive Taste

Sheng Yunqing looked into the small bronze mirror, turning her head from side to side with a look of satisfied delight.

A barely audible hum of displeasure escaped Ming Yulan's lips. Her fingers tapped lightly against the tabletop as she quietly stared at Sheng Yunqing’s mouth.

However, after a long while, there was still no movement; those delicate lips remained as charmingly rosy as ever. She frowned slightly. Could it be... that she had made a mistake again?

"Yulan, what is wrong with your mouth?" the young noblewoman beside her asked, looking at her with a face full of shocked alarm.

"Beneath this Golden Forest Peak lies a Tier 3 intermediate spiritual vein, which is exceptionally beneficial for your cultivation," Liu Weihai explained to Wang Yuan after accepting the restriction token.

Jiang Dao's gaze hardened as he instantly sensed a monumental crisis, every hair on his body standing on end.

Mu Lan was filled with a flurry of questions. What did it mean that they were in heaven right now? What did it mean that if they could be reunited in the next life, she would definitely protect her well?

In the end, finding herself forever unable to break free from Qin Hao's grip, her gaze gradually shifted from hope to absolute despair.

The situation was indeed urgent. After consulting with one another, the doctors felt they had no choice but to treat a dead horse as if it were still alive, and thus agreed to let Qin Hao try.

Next, led by the two of them, Wang Yuan and the other cultivators wound their way through a cave opening into the heart of the mountain, then climbed upward and finally stopped inside a grand hall.

At the plaza in front of the main hall on the Azure Spirit Peak of the Azure Spirit Sect, most of the Qi-refining disciples of the entire sect had already gathered. Interestingly, the higher-cultivation disciples among them wore little joy on their faces, while those with lower cultivation were the most excited of all.

Although Bu Xianxian was moved by Zheng Liping's words, he still retained a degree of rationality.

Yet, as he listened to the summary, the expression on his face began to grow increasingly puzzled.

Not every Tier 1 beast possessed a beast core; some might have been slain by people before they could condense one. However, once a beast advanced to Tier 2, a beast core was guaranteed to exist.

"Has some high-ranking official left the city?" Yan Mo glanced at the situation outside before stepping down from the carriage.

Bai Yan had done all this simply to use the hand of his father, the prime minister, to ascend the throne as a matter of course. Who was to say Ye Hua might not have done the same? He had tricked her into investing herself body and soul, only to withdraw without the slightest hesitation or lingering attachment. Wasn't this precisely his consistent style?

"There's no need. It's getting late, let's go!" Tong Zhen felt too exhausted to even carry her bag, so Director Qin had to carry it for her.

Chu Yunting received a heavy slap across the face, leaving a bright red handprint starkly visible on his fair cheek.

However, what Lu Jiangben and Lu Wanxing valued was the process itself, because different processes would yield different outcomes.

Tong Ming had originally intended to hang it around her neck, but upon hearing that it had been nurtured within a tomb, she was so frightened that she instantly tossed the blood-jade back into its box.

Tian Xin's gaze toward Gao Pingfan was no longer the same as before. At this moment, her eyes were filled with confusion, yet her love-filled gaze was exceptionally earnest. For the very first time, she was truly and formally sizing up the Gao Pingfan standing before her.

Naturally, not everyone was jubilant; merchants who specialized in prairie trade wore deeply distressed expressions. With the prairie tribes scattered and broken, what were they to do with the goods specifically intended for sale in those lands?

To put it in a thousand or ten thousand words, Japanese yen-denominated financial assets were now in the hands of other entering institutions. Therefore, to prevent the risks brought by the depreciation of the yen, what these institutions would do next was either hedging or... investment.

Perhaps due to spending too much time in military camps, Hua Xuanji was exceptionally sensitive to crisp sounds. Upon hearing the clashing of armor, her absolute first reaction was Ye Hua.

Although martial artists possessed sharper eyesight than ordinary people, seeing clearly in such pitch-black darkness remained exceedingly difficult.