Chapter 40: The Minor Five Elements Qi Gathering Technique

Shen Qinghe's slender fingers moved swiftly between the rows of bookshelves, her fingertips grazing lightly over the glowing jade tablets. The emerald spiritual light of “Evergreen Wood Spring Technique,” the fiery red glow of “Scarlet Flame Flow Arts,” the deep blue water patterns of “Mystic Water Ice Heart Sutra”—these techniques, all within her contribution points, flashed before her eyes one by one, yet none were able to make her decide.

As she furrowed her brows in hesitation, a strange light suddenly flickered in the corner of the bottom shelf.

But just then, a terrifying, inexplicable force appeared, leaving Wang Xuan powerless to resist, and with a thud, he plummeted into the ancient well.

The third kinetic iron rod from the rampaging legion came crashing down, and the steel structures of the Houston Space Center were swept away by a surging, explosive hurricane, flattening everything in its path. Most staff members at the center did not escape this disaster, their bodies evaporated by the searing blast.

“Fine, since that’s the case, I have nothing more to say. If you’re a man, let go of my senior sister—this has nothing to do with her. You and I will settle this, life or death!” Han Feng declared, raising his spiritual sword, releasing the fallen Cao Yuanhua, and stepping forward, showing his resolve for a deadly duel.

“Wait, there’s treasure involved this time, heh. If we get our hands on it, we’ll be rich,” Liu Bing said, a gleam of excitement flashing in his eyes.

Even Cao Hun hadn’t expected the Fire Spirit Daoist to have this move—his own spiritual sense attached to the Ghost Claw was wiped out in a single blow. The Fire Spirit Daoist was clearly using someone else to do his dirty work. Cao Hun cursed inwardly, “Old fox,” snorted coldly, his spiritual sense surged and instantly shifted. With a bang, he managed, at the last moment, to control the Ghost Claw from falling.

What was Wang Kun up to? Upon hearing the commotion outside, Wang Kun sensed something was amiss. Luckily, he had an old veteran from the corrupt official circles by his side and naturally listened to his advice.

The news of Luoyang's fall spread across the Central Plains within days, shaking all the counties of Yan Province. When Cao Cao, upon the court, learned of Luoyang’s loss and Zhong Yao’s suicide, his rage was uncontrollable.

Chen Xiangyun, assuming a posture of anxious humility, waved his hand at Wang Kun as he spoke.

Wang Xuan was still in a daze. The Pirate God set was merely of the Divine Transformation level, yet it possessed such power. What greater might would the weapons above possess? A fine weapon could indeed make a mighty warrior.

She was also unaware that Meng You’s previous resistance to her reckless actions had evolved into a strong aversion to the notion of “the divide between immortals and mortals.”

Thus, the primordial world was actually the private domain of the Dao Ancestor. Now someone else had taken over, and the Dao Ancestor hadn’t intervened—this was simply too unreasonable.

Yet these connections still tugged at him... For as far as he knew, the ties between Nine Realms Mountain and the Xuan Zhen Kingdom had only existed for the past few thousand years.

Jiang Ningnuan was still hugging her laptop on the sofa, revising her script. Chu Shu had already left, leaving behind a pile of snacks.

Upon hearing his assistant’s suicidal remark, the chairman of Fuyuan Restaurant stared wide-eyed in fright, then slapped the man across the face.

Jiang Ningnuan said nothing, only held Su Mushen’s waist tightly, gradually tightening her grip, silently weeping.

The Dragon King, bent on revenge, had his entire tribe sacrifice their essence, spirit, and energy, but all hope was severed by a single sword strike from Emperor Donghua, a truly poignant outcome.

His words struck Wu Mu hard, causing her to pause in front of the man in green for a long time.

Lin Shiyin blushed and smiled, then sighed, lamenting, “My Demon Blade Sect suffered attacks from all sides of the martial world, our entire sect wiped out.”

At that moment, Wang Hao broke into laughter, but before he could laugh twice, his phone rang in his pocket.

Attack is the best defense. Damn it, from now on, I won’t defend anymore! Wu Ting steeled himself, no longer allowing Chu Feng’s moves to disrupt him, no longer bothering to defend against Chu Feng’s attacks.