122 The Mysteries of the Buddha Hall

"Senior Brother Mingtang, you should go to sleep first," she said with a yawn. "I'm tired."

"You get some rest early as well. I'll wake you up first thing tomorrow morning," Bai Zongnan replied.

"Mm." Feng Qingyu walked away.

Returning to her room, she washed up, climbed into bed, and burrowed under the covers. Holding the soft, fluffy little white rabbit, her mood instantly brightened.

She turned over, cradled it, and murmured, "Little rabbit, let's sleep here tonight and not go back..."

If it weren't for the terrifying giant zombie downstairs, Yang Guangming would have loved to earn a thousand or so positive energy points right here.

Looking into Yu Honglian's eyes, Wang Shi realized for the first time just how cowardly he truly was; he was forced to re-examine himself.

Just as the others were speculating whether Yang Guangming was worried about future retaliation from the Three Tigers Gang, he walked back down from the second floor, carrying a pile of pitch-black clothes in his hands, though no one understood what he intended to do with them.

Taking a deep breath, Yi Qiu sat on the floor, took out several top-grade healing pills, popped them into his mouth, and began to refine them in silence.

"Setting up this formation for the first time is quite troublesome, but it will be easier from now on." Wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead, Ling Changkong smiled, though he had exhausted most of his profound energy just setting up the barrier.

"Enough, stop with the useless talk. Your Grandpa Dragon's philosophy is that it's better to live in disgrace than to die in dignity, so you'll have to decide between these two methods yourself!" Casting a sidelong glance at Leo, the rogue dragon remarked.

"How tall could it be? As tall as a few stories! Enough, it's getting late, get some rest! Tomorrow we shall go pay our respects to Medicine Immortal Zhongyang, the master of the Hundred Herb Valley!" Brushing away Tang Sanzang's hand as he attempted to take his pulse, Lu Yu signaled for him to stop talking and strode out the door.

On the shop interface, the image of the Type 92 pistol was exactly like the one Yang Guangming had seen online—the iron-gray frame, the prominent five-pointed star on the grip, and the entire weapon radiating a faint aura of lethality.

It could be said that if Shangguan Bingxuan hadn't shattered space, Ling Changkong would never have thought to try it himself, for he knew full well they were incapable of breaking through the void.

Fifteen days later, the wounds on Yang Guangming's back had completely healed, leaving only a few faint marks that no longer hindered his movements in the slightest, even during intense combat.

Even when he had seen the Origin Essence Pill earlier, Yuan Ling had not reacted like this. Since it could make the conceited Yuan Ling gasp at the sight of a treasure, Luo Chen naturally understood that he had struck gold.

The giant turtle nodded, and Lin Dong finally relaxed. With that relaxation, he promptly fainted.

The Ghost Infant Corpse Soldier let out a strange cry and swallowed the Sixth Elder in one gulp. Then, the creature looked toward the Devouring Dharma Lotus, which was now emanating a faint sense of goodwill.

Xue Wushuang was confident that this Sandalwood Gold Crystal would make everything that was meant to happen between Tang Zheng and Xue Junyi finally come to pass.

Tang Zheng's face was pale; he had exerted his full strength to unleash the Emperor's Talisman and had even utilized the Northern Underworld Cold Fire, leaving him completely drained.

A graceful figure clad in a white martial arts uniform darted and flickered amidst the bright yellow sand dunes, moving with such speed that hundreds of afterimages seemed to appear in an instant, like a dream.

Po Jun and Tan Lang also wore expressions of firm resolve; clearly, what Seven Kill had said was exactly what they had wanted to say themselves.

However, just as he was about to exert more force, Gongye Haomiao shouted a thunderous "Break!" and struck his flying sword down. The Shadow Sword Technique was simply that overbearing; even if the opponent were a cultivator of the Third Tribulation, it could still defeat them.

Hua Luoyu's cultivation had already reached the third level of the Innate Realm, which was enough to protect herself; these zombies stood no chance of harming her.

Sometimes, avoidance cannot solve problems. Just like now, if you are weak and retreat, others will think you are easy to bully, and life in Luoyang City will certainly not be easy. But if you are strong, not only will others not bully you, they will even respect you.