Chapter 169: Hard Bone, Immortal Cultivation Qi Refining Art!

Those who frequently kill know the truth well.

Killing is easy; disposing of the corpse is where the trouble lies.

But with the "Martial Canon: Soul Chapter," Li Chang'an could not only reap spoils from his victims, but also break down their corpses and cultivation into pure energetic nourishment to bolster his own strength.

Soul fire, flesh-and-bone fire, blood flame...

By merely conjuring a few types of flames to incinerate them in turn, Li Chang'an could utterly erase every trace of a person's existence, leaving nothing behind.

Chu Feng and Hao Shuai did not linger in the Yellow Maple Valley. Under Zuo Shou's watchful gaze, they each boarded their respective skyships and returned to their clans.

"Ah, forget it. Perhaps they have already perished at the hands of some fellow cultivator, so do not dwell on it further," Ye Tao advised. In his heart, he was truly exasperated by Fang Wuya; this Zhang Hao was indeed a man who never forgot a grudge. Even after annihilating the Buddhist Sect, he still brooded over the one who had wounded Du Bing.

Bhatian glanced at Meng Jun's receding figure, thinking: You only seem to be two years older than me, after all! Without delaying, Bhatian picked up his greatsword and walked toward the door, hurrying to catch up and follow closely behind Meng Jun.

Threads of soul force slowly coalesced within the void as torrents of battle qi surged forth, instantly gathering outside Meng Bhatian's body. Within the space, streaks of battle qi poured into his form, only to rush out again and merge into the greater torrent.

Beep... beep... The data on the multi-functional monitor returned to normal, yet Qin Yu's lips were turning purple from the cold. Under such freezing conditions, how could he possibly care about taking advantage of the situation?

Ye Tian spoke with a smile. Ever since his battle with Tian Shisan, he had encountered quite a few tribulations, yet his martial prowess had steadily risen throughout the process.

Zhao Muchan subconsciously lifted his leg, wishing to mimic Qin Yu's movements, but unfortunately, he only stepped on empty air.

A knock sounded from the door, causing Zhang Hao and Zuo Fei to break off their conversation and turn their eyes toward the entrance. Who could be coming at this hour? Could it be room service? Brow furrowing slightly, Zhang Hao rose and walked to the door, pulling it open.

"Shitou, you're scared, aren't you?" Fu Chengzhao laughed aloud, his teeth drenched in blood, presenting a gruesome sight.

Because the elf race possessed an extreme affinity for the wood element, and healing arts belonged to that domain, such magic worked far more effectively on elves than on any other race.

Shen Mubai was slightly dazed, but she did not ask how he intended to welcome her, nor did she care to. At this moment, she only wanted to curl up in his embrace with a peaceful mind.

In Mu Chunyu's courtyard, the air outside was cooler than within the rooms, so the company sat together in the pavilion out in the yard.

Finally, that large palm shifted away from her chest a tiny fraction, yet it remained reluctant to stray too far.

Luo Chenxing was pulled along in a run for some distance until Qiao'er finally stopped, panting heavily, before she opened her mouth to ask.

Shen Mubai could not make sense of it, especially since Song Ning had not touched her tonight, his expression even gentler than usual.

From Liangshan City to the Capital, the journey spanned dozens of cities, but the Capital was absolute in its luxury and congestion. Upon the wide avenues, all manner of conspicuously lavish and bright vehicles wove through the endless traffic.

These words struck Chu Tiankuo like a bolt from the blue. He had clearly not expected Yan Xiang to speak so suddenly. His lips twitched, an uncomfortable sensation washing over his entire body as a flush quietly crept onto his face.

Fu Zheng met a soft refusal and only then looked directly at Rong Xi. Even for a veteran of the business world, those who could parry his words so imperceptibly were exceptionally rare.

"Madam, please sit upon the soft couch; the ground is cold." Ling Mo had observed for a long time within the darkness, finally unable to restrain himself. He truly could not believe that the Crown Prince had only just departed, yet someone already lacked the fear of death enough to flirt with Madam.

Ashi was overjoyed, her eyes crinkling into smiles as she eagerly leaned in once more to continue her questioning.

Xiang Ye clung to the wall, his limbs moving sideways like a crab as he pursued toward the window, only to be halted by Gabriel.

Nangong Danyao nodded with a hint of impatience upon hearing this, then asked him in earnest, "If that is the case, does it mean those people over there only came to accept missions because of this tournament?" Nangong Danyao pointed toward the large glowing screen where missions were being received.