Chapter 042: Operational Error

"Healing ability?"

Ying Li and the others looked at each other in confusion.

Ying Shu explained, "It's an ability that can help treat illnesses."

Ying Li asked curiously, "Can it cure any illness?"

"Yes, it can cure any illness. Of course, the premise is that the skill level must be high; otherwise, it can only heal minor wounds."

As Ying Shu said this, she could not help but recall what Feng Ye had said. Currently, the world's spiritual energy is scarce, and advancing in level is difficult. If the healing ability...

The sound of Buddhist chanting resonated, specifically the "Awakening of Faith in the Mahayana." Amidst the solemn and majestic atmosphere, a high monk emerged from the temple gate, clad in a treasure-adorned cassock with flowing white whiskers. It was none other than Master Lingding, the current abbot of Shaolin.

Zhuang Wanyue immediately said, "As long as you have the drive, it is enough. As long as you don't cause too much trouble, on the lands of Xiniu Hezhou, mentioning my name as the North Peak Sovereign will command enough respect even from the Buddha Vairocana. It will keep you safe." He said this as naturally as could be, for it was simply the truth.

"Mistake!" Lu Shan nodded vigorously. Despite his age, even if he had heard of the conflicts between those at the pinnacle of power, he never imagined such a massive commotion would be stirred up just for his younger brother. His heart was filled with nothing but being touched and feeling grateful.

But now it seemed that if the hidden matter happened to be something Wudi already knew, then he might not achieve his goal of using Wudi's power for revenge.

To be a thug, the first priority is to train your body to be strong. Otherwise, if you are as weak as a reed, how can you do bad things?

Although hundreds of soldiers witnessed "You Yitian" commit murder at the same time, they dared not speak out despite their anger, for the intense killing intent radiating from "You Yitian" suppressed all their actions.

The eccentric general of the Three Wolf Army ordered the men to clear a path. The War King, whose acupuncture points had been sealed, rendering him unable to stand, had countless words he wanted to say and even more, he wanted to stop the army's foolishness, but he was unable to speak. He could only watch helplessly as the three of them were led away. The gazes of the army, filled with hatred and contempt, turned back toward him.

Hetu offered a cup of wine. The burly man did not drink it immediately, saying, "It is a rare honor for Lord Hetu to grant me wine. Let me go and decapitate this Helian first, then I shall return to drink it." The arrogance and heroic spirit in his words were self-evident.

Li Song drew the Hongmeng Sword. Treading on the void, he flourished the blade and began to dance. Within the swirling chaos of sword energy, he stirred up the winds and shifted the stars in the heavens.

The shouting and cursing drew several eunuchs from the palace, who shoved the Queen back inside and locked the palace gate with a heavy chain. Those cries and curses could only echo repeatedly within the desolate palace, unheard by anyone, with no one daring to approach to listen.

"A laughable Star General, actually wanting to seize the holy relic of our Buddha Kingdom; truly overestimating oneself." The rough, boisterous laughter carried an attitude of extreme disdain.

The man behind him had a dignified appearance and an imposing manner. His cultivation was also at the peak of the Star River, and he was full of confidence.

After walking through a corridor of several dozen meters, ahead lay the Heaven-Spinning Earth-Turning Formation. On the surface, it appeared to be a mass of pitch-black, constantly surging mist, but inside was a vortex of intense high pressure. The phantom was trapped within, being tossed about as it rotated with the powerful vortex.

"Take Fang Yingcai for example," Jiang Feng immediately filled in a tragic example, turning his head to say, "Let me state first, I am looking at you with purely appreciative eyes. You understand what I mean by asking, right? You aren't afraid of me ruining your reputation?"

Yan Hongyu walked out of the family's ancestral hall, feeling rather troubled. The two geniuses the ancestors had just mentioned—she was naturally the genius among geniuses. And the other genius among mortals was her older brother, though he had fallen from grace long ago and had not even maintained contact with the family.

"Is it appropriate for me to go to a gathering of your buddies?" The beautiful Miss Shang was quite reserved, but her words revealed that she did indeed want to go. Needless to say, the beautiful Miss Shang was naturally happy; a man consciously taking you into his circle of friends is proof that he is truly preparing to accept you.

"You say it was an old man in tattered clothes with a white beard, holding a green wooden staff?" Jiang Fan immediately searched his memories.

In fact, Xu Lizhi was mistaken. Jiang Feng’s mental age was already over thirty; did he not know what he wanted? Did he need others to help him make decisions?

"Holy Master of the Dragon Demon, you are in high spirits. Since Xiyue does not come to find you, you have come to find me." Xiyue was expressionless.

Liu Hui and Mei Peng arrived at the Bashan Beauty Hospital. After several days of processing, the paperwork was finally completed; the hospital now legally belonged entirely to Liu Hui.

Noble children! Only they received such treatment! If it were anyone else, would they not have died more miserably and unjustly?

A momentary agreement might be a decision made in a moment of hot-headedness, and the likelihood of regretting it later is higher. Only a decision made after careful deliberation is one that can basically stand the test of time.

Qingzhi Garden had not only a front courtyard but also a back garden. Although the area was not large, it was complete with rockeries and fish ponds. It was early summer, and the trees and flowers were lush and green. Occasionally, one could hear the loud chirping of cicadas. The night breeze carried the fragrance of flowers, no longer biting when it blew against one's body, but rather refreshing and invigorating.

Ever since she finished talking with Nuoya, Liuhua had fallen into a state of contemplation, which made Zhuang Yan feel a bit strange.

The journey ahead was long, and everyone had been busy all day. Although they were not particularly tired, they all fell asleep before long.

Jiang Yunji cast a sidelong glance and sneered; they had arrived right on time. She was so brazen only because her mother, Zhuang Hongfei, was a relative of the current Empress Dowager.

The front bulletproof glass of the Humvee had already been shattered by a high-explosive round from a Desert Eagle. The opponent was firing back at me while driving.

The Sword Saint Dugu pressed forward without hesitation. The extremely pure sword energy on his body temporarily blocked the True Fire, and his momentum did not diminish; he was determined to slay Zhao Ling'er.

"To think they used a toilet plunger to attack me! If I find out who it was, I'll definitely shove their head into the latrine!" A-Dong said indignantly.

Generally speaking, the interior of a tower becomes brighter from the middle upward, with the darkest parts being at the base and the lower-middle section. There was no reason for the grey-robed mage not to design it according to standard rules; it was some kind of surreal factor that obstructed the light that should have illuminated the interior of the building.