Chapter 30: Quite Symmetrical

The earrings Su Ninglong crafted were naturally intended for her own wear. During the creation process, she had already established a spiritual bond with them; as soon as she pressed them to her ears, the earrings automatically pierced through her lobes. The process stung slightly, and the two pale blue pendants shimmered with a spiritual glow, turning into streams of light that merged into her flesh upon contact. Su Ninglong checked her reflection in a nearby mirror; the earrings resembled studs, featuring a small, teardrop-shaped bell nestled against the lobe. They remained silent during her daily movements.

Just as she was about to retract the Ghost General, a sudden change occurred. All the blood from He Yun’s wounds abruptly coalesced into a blood-red lotus flower, which flew straight toward him. Seeing Li Xiuming depart, she turned to run, but Xu Jingxi gripped her shoulders firmly, forcing her to face him.

Under the Lin family’s intensive search, dozens of people planted by the Jiang family in various locations were uncovered, revealing that there were traitors within the Lin family as well. For Lin Yuan, this process was excruciatingly boring; it felt like getting a haircut—just sitting there made him feel restless.

Afterward, Lin Zihao sat on a stone in the center of the courtyard to prepare for the fusion of the crystal, while Xiao Ziyan watched him from the side, her beautiful eyes filled with a sweet smile.

Before the tribe began learning how to produce salt, although some orcs occasionally stewed meat, most were still accustomed to eating roasted meat. Especially when they first started making stone pots, only about a dozen families had learned how to craft them. After lunch, while Su Yu was taking a break, Xana went to his father’s cave, and the two began carving out a new one. He drafted a more scientific schedule to help her lose weight gradually without interfering with her meals.

The Heavenly Law Net deployed by Lu Yichuan, though only a manifestation of his avatar, remained immensely powerful. Within the same level of cultivation, the net was formidable, yet it could not contain Lin Huangyi.

A large number of death-row researcher prisoners, clad in energy-protective suits, were surrounding a massive black ball of flesh to conduct their studies. The phone call was from Ou Jun, still seeking to apologize and mentioning that he would take her to evaluate raw stones one day.

Seeing Yi Shuihan think of Phoenix Blood immediately, Yang Mingyuan couldn't help but reveal a faint smile, thinking that Tang Yi had indeed taught him well. Although the Yaotai Domain had declined, it was once glorious; who knew if the current Yan Kingdom held any legacy from the Yaotai Domain or harbored any formidable figures? This was Yi Shuihan’s perspective, but he remained unaware that if not for Tang Yi back then, Qi Huangyun would never have joined the Yin-Yang Sect, as it had been a complete mess at the time.

In truth, the process of executing the Spirit-Restraining Hand was not overly complex; it could be performed as long as one’s spiritual sense reached the threshold of the Golden Core stage. The reason the information was so vast that it was unbearable for those below the Golden Core stage was due to the immense power inherent in the technique itself, as well as a long list of strict taboos regarding its use.

"Senior Brother Song, go tend to your wounds first; I will go and check the situation..." Xia Chuyi immediately said to Song Zhicheng.

"You are too kind, too kind!" Wang Jin was quite satisfied that he had found all four mentors in a single night, and he was pleased with their strength and temperaments.

"Your brother is not very bright. Do you have anything left to say?" he asked, turning his gaze toward the unlucky middle-aged man with a calm expression.

Looking at the illuminated room before them, the three fellows couldn't help but sneer derisively. If martial artists stopped competing and exchanging ideas, martial arts would decline completely. Du Lou had sparred with many martial artists before, and no one had ever refused him as directly as Wang Jin. Thinking about how he had waited until midnight specifically to save the other party’s face, a hint of anger flickered in Du Lou’s eyes.

Because the stairs had both side and central lanes, when the lights slowly dimmed and the eternal, classic opening theme of *Detective Conan* began to play, the two did not notice the menacing aunt lurking in a nearby seat. At this moment, You Ling, leaning on her crutches, arrived at Wu Yifan’s door and knocked twice.