Volume One, Chapter 21: The Fertility Elixir

“Ah?” The clerk looked astonished. “Who goes out to see a doctor at night? And only for an hour? That’ll ruin the business, won’t it?”

“Don’t worry. Even if there are fewer patients, your wages won’t decrease. In fact, I’ll double your pay on top of what you already get. Just take good care of the shop for me.”

The True Dragon’s rank was unparalleled, unlike ordinary dragons of the lower realm. Naturally, its bones were precious.

A thin blade flew past Old Master Sang’s arm, leaving a streak of blood—right at Ying Xun’s carotid artery.

Without any visible movement, his body transformed into a shadow, leaping from his original spot to the treetop, then “flying” toward Lu Ping.

“Everyone is overreacting. What does it mean to be a super genius? If you hide at home just because of him, where is the heart of a true strongman? You’d never even set foot on the path of mythic cultivation or resonance with mystical artifacts in this life.”

The surroundings were empty; Qi Ying could no longer sense the intruder’s aura, and his expression instantly turned grim.

After the exchange was complete, Chu Tian only felt an itch in his eyes, with no other noticeable change. He even suspected the system was just trying to trick him.

Jiang Zhe scanned the surroundings. Apart from this European-style building, everything else was blurry and indistinct—it seemed impossible to proceed further.

The sound of the barrier breaking rolled like thunder, echoing above and below the sea, stirring the fury of countless sea clans.

This pearl stimulated vision remarkably. He clearly felt his eyesight improving. More importantly, it greatly enhanced his spiritual discernment, which was incredibly valuable.

But while pondering the connection between Profound Thunder Breathing and incantations, he lost track of time, causing the rice to burn.

“My third uncle has never been to the southwest. How could he possibly stop me from making friends there? And he never rehearses his words. Hmph!” Lu Xia looked down on him.

At that moment, an unbearable invasion of a foreign substance inside her body triggered extreme discomfort. Waves of cold and heat surged alternately. Sometimes it felt like a thousand arrows pierced her heart; other times, a dull blade slowly tore her apart. The excruciating pain robbed her of consciousness. Yet, in the final moment before she blacked out, she saw Gu Xicheng.

Lu Xia glanced at the outstretched hand, then at the blood-red eyes of the Immortal Emperor. Slowly, she reached out to take the hand. Perhaps it was her imagination, but she saw a fervent expectation shining in that ancient creature’s eyes.

“Yes, my lord.” A general accepted the order and withdrew. The sixteen gates of Central City, which had just been closed, reopened once more. A dense wave of troops surged out, heading toward the main battlefield.

Suddenly, the gray, misty space around them began to tremble. A massive vortex of energy spiraled upward. Seeing this enormous flow, Long Wuming immediately went on alert. He sensed the vortex carried a dense aura of destruction, and it was artificially created.

“Or… tomorrow we ask Wang Zhaozhao?” Liu Badao couldn’t help but think of Wang Zhaozhao. But if he were to ask her, he’d have to reveal part of his identity.

“Xia Xia, your friend just woke up and must be thirsty. Go pour her a glass of water,” Lu Cang said subtly, separating the two.

The stubborn Japanese, always convinced that the Yamato people were the finest race in Asia—much like how Hitler stubbornly believed the Germanic race were the chosen ones.

“Ugh!” Long Wuming heard the lead tiger beast’s sudden cry, his expression shifting slightly. Though unclear why the beast was so shocked by his blood, the greedy light in its eyes left no doubt of ill intent. He had already resolved to kill.