Chapter 67: Foundation Establishment... Success

Cultivating immortality is, by its nature, an act defying the heavens; every cultivator must overcome this hurdle. The Foundation Establishment stage unfolds in three steps. This is the first: Petitioning the Heavens. Only after offering a certain amount of spiritual energy does one stand a chance of earning the heavens’ approval.

The pillar of light persisted. After more than ten minutes, the light converged and was completely devoured by Chen Yang.

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Within the Heaven and Earth Society, beneath the elders, there were incense masters, charged with overseeing the disciples at various branches. They played a vital role in issuing orders and managing personnel. It could be said that, apart from the elders, the incense masters held the greatest authority. For this reason, Li Feiben treated Ge Jun with utmost respect.

Clinging to their last hope, the two arrived before the grand gates of Prince Rui’s residence, but were stopped by the guards on account of their humble attire. Chaolu, desperate, pleaded for an audience with Prince Rui, but the guards paid her no heed and drove her away as if she were a beggar.

As they walked the road, Yiman’s nose was still red. She sobbed, unable to dispel her sorrow no matter what she did.

“You have his number, right? Why not call him first? Didn't you say he’s always so frustrated that your illness is the only one he can’t cure? Just tell him someone else can heal you—he’ll come running for sure,” Leng Zibing schemed with a sly chuckle.

Though all was quiet now, Jiang Chuhan’s fear only deepened. He had no idea what fate awaited him, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Jiuxiao flung open the window and perched on the sill. “With so many people coming and going, who could possibly fall asleep?” Before he finished speaking, two dried beans flicked from his fingers, whistled through the air, and struck the two banyan trees in the courtyard beyond.

Because the role of artifact forgers is so pivotal and their numbers are exceedingly scarce, practically every forger—especially those of the highest rank—enjoys great stature. Even the Pill Sect prefers not to offend them.

“If I lose, I’ll simply return to where I came from,” said the young Yan Yingyuan, hands clasped behind his back and a faint smile upon his lips. In the eyes of onlookers, Yan Yingyuan at that moment truly resembled a grandmaster of martial arts.

Yet Yan Guangchen agreed in the end. If Cheng Xian could resort to underhanded tactics against Yiman, why should he treat Cheng Xian with fairness?

Leng Yu was stunned. Guilty? Was it not just that he had lost track of time and made them go hungry for a bit? How did that make him guilty? Leng Yu was bewildered.

Han Ge skimmed the comments before closing his phone. Just as he was about to get up, his phone chimed.

Before she could finish her thought, Liu Yue’s delicate face flushed bright red. Yet she cared nothing for the opinions of others; in her eyes, there was only Mo Fan. She was no longer the person she used to be—she wished to remain by Mo Fan’s side, never to be parted.

After training, he found the support too weak, the jungler too feeble... His heart was already brimming with complaints.

Back when the Eight-Nation Alliance breached the imperial capital, it was these heretical warriors who charged at the front lines. Otherwise, their forces would never have been enough to challenge the mighty Empire of China.

Luo Bingzhu accepted the marriage contract, opened it, and her icy, beautiful face grew grave. The contract indeed bore her name, down to the identical names of her parents.

Yet recalling how this person had previously slain so many prodigies, it was clear he was no fool and surely had some cards up his sleeve; otherwise, how could he dare defy these elders under the watchful eyes of the crowd?

“Elder!” Their faces flushed with excitement. For so long, they had been weighed down by guilt. When the Immortal Clan rebelled, they had dismissed it at first, and later hid themselves here to preserve the last spark of their lineage.

The ruins were now nothing but desolation. The mountain palaces lay in rubble, endless fissures crisscrossed the land, and the earth itself was blanketed with innumerable bones, stretching beyond the horizon.