Chapter 102: You Offer a Blood Sacrifice, I Endure the Tribulation—A Collision of Fates-Tribulation Crossing Alchemy God(Victory Over Oneself)

“Why is he still here?” Captain Wu gazed in disbelief as he continued watching. The man remained, not fleeing as one would expect, but seemingly waiting... There was no time to ponder further; in moments like this, he had to quickly lead his brothers away.

The crimson glow from Zone Five rapidly spread, touching the border. Suddenly, a dragon’s roar echoed, as if awakening the earth’s dragon veins. From the nine regions, streams of dragon energy surged forth.

His confidant, known as Bamboo Spirit, was reputed to have the sharpest instinct on the continent. Slim and with gleaming eyes, his identity remained shrouded in mystery.

Pinched on the cheek, Jun Xuanye sat up, raising one knee while his long fingers lightly stroked his cheek, deep in thought.

Later, Lu Zechuan went out to get dinner for them, yet none could eat; the appetite had vanished.

“Why?” Luo Xingchen’s heartfelt desire to become a disciple was cruelly rejected before he could even express it. Could it be because he had once apprenticed under the Poison King, and Baili Sixiu unwillingly refused to accept pupils previously taken by others?

This man appeared behind Xiao Fan as he dodged the monster’s claw, closing to within five yards, yet Xiao Fan remained utterly unaware. Though Xiao Fan was fully focused on the monster’s claw attack, the man’s stealth was remarkable indeed.

With the precious elixir brewed by the monks of the Florence Duchy, the practitioners of Grateful Island were no longer inferior to the human practitioners of Octokin.

So, the two sat on the sofa, and as expected, she recounted everything from the past in detail.

He mastered proactive spell techniques: Heart of the Wolf, Eagle Eye, Bear’s Strength, Blood Frenzy, Life Drain, Haka Transformation, Return to the Haka Divine Realm, Thorn Needle, and Water Shadow Clone.

Ming Yan wore an expression that said, “You don’t understand me,” choosing to withdraw from the discussion. As she turned and ran upstairs, a smile curled at the corner of her lips.

Hearing from Xie Yuling that she could even kill cacti—not just once but multiple times—Lin Hao was truly amazed.

The moment Foolish Pillar suggested using poison, the leader flatly rejected the proposal, hastily intervening and chattering on at length.

When I went upstairs, Luo Jiahao was already asleep, clutching my pillow and sleeping soundly. Not wanting to disturb him, I didn’t snatch the pillow back, took off my clothes, lay down, pulled the blanket over me, and closed my eyes to sleep.

Outside, the sunlight was bright, warm light streaming through the wide-open window and falling onto the desk.

In the sky, a streak of white, scattered clouds stretched from one horizon to the other. There was no wind; everything seemed calm—so calm it felt like the stillness before a storm.

“No need to trouble yourself, Xiaoting. Luo Jiahao and I will drive over to find you. You keep looking, just don’t leave the school’s vicinity.” With that, Luo Jiahao and I got into the car and swiftly arrived at our school’s entrance.

When news came of Mengmeng’s accident, Luo Shang’s heart nearly stopped. She had always believed Mengmeng would be safe at the Nan residence, but unexpectedly, she had eaten something indiscriminately, causing gastroenteritis, fever, and vomiting. Had it not been discovered in time, her fate would have been bleak.

If she hadn’t shared the plan with him, Ye Qingyan might have successfully escaped the arranged marriage and left this place behind.

Father immediately harnessed his sword-riding technique to its peak, as if riding fiery wheels. In less than half an hour, he reached the teleportation barrier of the Kunlun Wonderland.

This was the conference scene that Mo Qinghua longed for. Still pondering the questions she wanted to raise, her eyes were drawn to the school’s magnificent scenery—a fountain shaped like a mermaid, with vivid bas-reliefs in the water.

Yet two treasures had been lost for decades. During this time, Qingxuan Temple had secluded itself for pure cultivation, leaving no trace. Recovering them was as difficult as finding a needle in the ocean. Fortunately, persistence paid off; Old Lei, after extensive inquiries, finally uncovered some promising leads.

Ming Yan, wearing that “you don’t understand me” look, chose to leave the discussion and smiled as she ran upstairs.

Hearing from Xie Yuling that she could even kill cacti—not just once, but more than once—Lin Hao was astonished.

At the mention of using poison by Foolish Pillar, the leader immediately refused, hastily speaking to stop him with a long stream of words.

Outside, the sunlight was bright, warm light streaming through the wide-open window and falling upon the desk.

In the sky, a streak of white, scattered clouds stretched from horizon to horizon. No wind stirred; the calm was like the silence before a storm.

“No need to trouble yourself, Xiaoting. Luo Jiahao and I will drive over to find you. You keep searching but don’t leave the school grounds.” After saying this, Luo Jiahao and I jumped into the car and quickly arrived at our school’s gate.

When Luo Shang heard about Mengmeng’s accident, her heart nearly stopped. She had always thought Mengmeng would be fine at the Nan residence, but unexpectedly, she had eaten something indiscriminately, causing gastroenteritis, fever, and vomiting. Had it not been discovered in time, the outcome would have been grim.

Had she not revealed the plan to him, Ye Qingyan might have escaped the arranged marriage and left this place.

Father immediately drove his sword-riding technique to perfection, as if riding fiery wheels, and in less than half an hour reached the teleportation barrier of Kunlun Wonderland.

This was the conference scene Mo Qinghua yearned for. Though still pondering her forthcoming remarks, her eyes were captivated by the school’s grandeur—a mermaid-shaped fountain with lifelike bas-reliefs in the water.

Two treasures had been lost for decades. During this time, Qingxuan Temple had secluded itself for pure cultivation, leaving no clues. Recovering them was as challenging as finding a needle in the ocean. Fortunately, persistence paid off; Old Lei’s tireless inquiries finally yielded some promising leads.

Ming Yan, wearing that “you don’t understand me” look, chose to leave the discussion and smiled as she ran upstairs.

Hearing from Xie Yuling that she could even kill cacti—not just once but multiple times—Lin Hao was amazed.

At the mention of poison by Foolish Pillar, the leader instantly declined, hurriedly speaking to stop him with a lengthy explanation.

When I went upstairs, Luo Jiahao was already asleep, clutching my pillow and sleeping soundly. Not wanting to disturb him, I refrained from taking back the pillow, removed my clothes, lay down, pulled the blanket over myself, and closed my eyes to sleep.

Outside, the sunlight was bright, warm light streamed through the wide-open window, casting onto the desk.

The sky bore a streak of white, scattered clouds stretching from horizon to horizon. No wind stirred; the calm was like the stillness before a storm.

When Luo Shang heard of Mengmeng’s accident, her heart almost stopped. She had always believed Mengmeng would be safe at the Nan residence, but unexpectedly, she had eaten something indiscriminately, causing gastroenteritis, fever, and vomiting. Had it not been found in time, the outcome would have been dire.

Had she not shared the plan with him, Ye Qingyan might have escaped the arranged marriage and left this place.

Father immediately drove his sword-riding technique to its peak, as if riding fiery wheels, and in less than half an hour arrived at the teleportation barrier of Kunlun Wonderland.

This was the conference scene Mo Qinghua longed for. Though still considering the questions she would raise, her eyes were drawn to the school’s splendid surroundings—a mermaid-shaped fountain with vividly lifelike bas-reliefs in the water.

Two treasures had been lost for decades. During this time, Qingxuan Temple had secluded itself for pure cultivation, leaving no clues behind. Recovering them was as difficult as finding a needle in the ocean. Fortunately, persistence paid off; Old Lei’s relentless efforts finally uncovered some promising leads.

Ming Yan, with that “you don’t understand me” expression, chose to leave the discussion, smiling as she ran upstairs.