35 Into the mountains, a bountiful harvest.

After the meal, the brothers headed up the mountain together, a sight the villagers had long since grown accustomed to. As they walked, Meng Yun introduced them to the medicinal herbs they encountered along the way, explaining their properties and primary therapeutic uses. The brothers listened with keen interest; perhaps due to the nourishment of the nectar, their memories were sharp, and they committed everything Meng Yun taught them firmly to heart. Meng Yun used her special ability to scout for areas with an abundance of herbs, hoping to find those with higher value.

As time slowly ticked by, the lightning within the Thunder Prison seemed to be absorbed, gradually dissipating, revealing the figure that had been within.

Bai Yi noticed a number of beverage bottles scattered on the floor near the shelves. Most were spilled, leaving red and yellow puddles across the ground, and the air was filled with a faint sweetness.

Chi Hua stepped forward and gestured for the hulking Lu Ziniu to bow. Uncomprehending, Lu Ziniu tossed his twin hammers to the sides, clasped his hands in a salute, and knelt on one leg. He was truly devoted to the man who had granted him a new life.

During this period, Phoenix City launched seven ambushes, three counterattacks, and two midnight raids against the Allied Forces. Compared to the Allied Forces, Phoenix City held an overwhelming advantage in terms of Tier 2 powerhouses.

Yin Feng, watching from the side, was stunned. He had not expected that these seemingly crude runic carvings could possess such miraculous and indescribable effects.

Previously, Liang Chen had vaguely sensed that the pinnacle of Feng Shui was not merely a change in technique, but something far more profound.

Things had reached a point where the situation was glaringly obvious. Aside from the clues severed by the death of Hong Zhice, all other events were clear at a glance.

The dealer began to explain in a panic, and soon after, knelt before Zhuang Sixian, kowtowing incessantly to beg for mercy.

The competition was scheduled to begin at one in the afternoon. Many people, having just finished lunch, hurried to the venue, fearing they might miss a single moment.

A blush flashed across Zheng Ling'er's face. She looked up at Li Yexu, who had already climbed to the third floor, her eyes gradually softening with tenderness.

Mu Qingxiao’s guess was correct; it was impossible for Li Mochou to abandon her plan to slaughter the Lu family just because of his words.

Luo Feng was about to speak, but he felt the scene before him shift rapidly, until everything became indistinguishable.

Annihilate the Dark Church, as well as the remnants of the Undead Legion, the Divine Punishment Family, and the Vampire Clan.

Senior Zhao seemed to be in a bad mood these past few days, apparently still brooding over the fact that he was only worth two hundred million US dollars.

"Who exactly is this senior you speak of?" asked Master Qi of the Heavenly Sword Peak, turning his head.

"This is too bullying! You have to know that I am the boss here!" Long Zhan shouted in his heart with inexplicable indignation.

It was precisely that time that the Invincible System unlocked the Partner Upgrade Mode for Cheng Feng, and Xu Xinyi's breakthrough journey never ceased.

Mu Qingxiao let out a cold snort and struck Zhang Wuji’s chest with his palm. The immense force sent him flying, and as he retreated, he spat out a mouthful of blood, hitting the ground with a dull thud like a dead dog.

Who would have thought that by neither running away nor offering bribes, he would not only avoid demotion but instead be promoted and entrusted by Gao Qiu with the task of leading a heavy force to suppress the bandits? Could it be that he had misjudged High Marshal Gao? Was the man actually capable?

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The two collided, and the brutal battle began. This was the way of the Demon Race; even at the Core Formation, Nascent Soul, or Spirit Severing stages, most combat remained this kind of wide-open, flesh-to-flesh brawl.

The funeral for the Mu family was held very discreetly. The Marquis of Ding'an had been away from the imperial court for many years, and few officials remained in contact with him. Furthermore, it was common knowledge that the current head of the Mu family, Mu Rusong, was at odds with the Marquis, so those who went to offer their condolences merely went through the motions; some didn't even show their faces, sending only a steward in their stead.