Chapter 37: Everyone Has Their Eyes on Him!

Song Xingzhi was lowering his head to tidy up Zhong Xiaoxiao’s notebooks when he was caught off guard by the question. His hands paused mid-motion.

He looked up, gazing at Xiaoxiao with a hint of surprise—why would the little girl ask such a thing out of the blue?

He hesitated, his mind involuntarily conjuring the image of Zhang Chunxue’s face—stubborn, yet always radiating a gentle warmth.

He smiled, his tone sincere: "Your mother... she is a truly wonderful person. She is incredibly kind-hearted, and..."

Ye Lin of the Ye family proposed his suggestion, which the others found highly reasonable. After all, the power of immortal artifacts is peerless; with no cultivators at the Mahayana stage in the current realm, only by uniting the strength of the entire cultivation world would there be a sliver of hope to shatter the demonic clouds.

"Are there levels of physical constitutions even above the King Physique?" Xiao Yue was deeply perplexed and desperate to know which category his own constitution fell into.

"Next, let us welcome the Venerable Chunzhen!" Chen Feng shouted again. Suddenly, a fierce gust of wind stirred outside the gate, followed by the appearance of an old man with white hair and a beard. The man’s name was Chunzhen, and he was the master of the previous master of the Pure Yang Valley, Fang Qinghua. It was only natural for Chen Feng to address him as a patriarch.

"What did you say? Village Chief Muyun, I think you’ve grown tired of living!" Tie Lianmeng spoke with such unexpected harshness today. As she spoke, she gave a light flick of her right hand, and the soldier let out a miserable shriek, flying backward through the air.

The soldiers at the forefront began to attack the wall of energy, while those behind circled to the flanks and the rear to strike directly at the various monarchs.

"Oh no, the Second Brother’s illness has flared up." Daoist Haikong launched a powerful offensive, his hands gathering gale-force energy as he struck directly at Daoist Haiyuan’s back. Sensing the danger, Daoist Haiyuan struck back with a fist. The two forces of energy collided, instantly sending Daoist Haikong reeling until he landed in front of Qi Xuanyi and the others.

Though at the time her heart was tethered to Luo Ping and she was consumed by worry for his safety, Ni Yue had rushed recklessly into the portal leading to the demon realm.

"Humanity follows the Earth, Earth follows Heaven, Heaven follows the Dao, and the Dao follows Nature!" Xiao Yue recited softly. His hands moved through the void like silver snakes; the movements appeared simple, yet every gesture was imbued with the profound laws of heaven and earth.

As uncomfortable as he was, Sun Weidong dared not vent his frustrations on Xia Yina, so he could only transfer all his rage onto Pei Donglai.

"Heh, didn't expect that, did you? We kept our strength hidden before, intending to make you lower your guard and underestimate us, so that at the right moment—like now—we could unleash our true power and catch you off guard," the Leopard King said with a sneer.

After the baptism, without the restriction of the laws of nature, you can grow infinitely strong—it all depends on whether you have the capability.

Huang Yufei believed that while funds were still available and it was possible to secure new bank loans, they should go all out; even if products piled up, they could be sold eventually, which was better than having orders come in with no stock to fulfill them.

At this moment, Hua Sheng was clearly not himself. There were many things he would not hide from Qu Ling'er, though regarding his cultivation, he would still selectively report the good news and keep the worries to himself. However, he didn't know whether he should tell Qu Ling'er that he had transmigrated from Earth.

In this world, so-called geniuses, masters of alchemy, and grandmasters of formations—no matter how high their status—were all nonsense. If one does not attain the rank of Emperor in the path of alchemy, one is ultimately insignificant, and the same held true for the paths of formations, artifacts, and talismans.

Finally, after an hour of focused effort, Ling Tian’s strength ascended from the peak of the ninth level of the Martial Master realm into the first level of the Martial Spirit realm.

Thinking of this, she finally felt a little at ease. Seeing that dawn was about to break, she finally managed to close her eyes and sleep for a while.

Outside the Mongol army, everyone stared straight ahead at the Ming army. The Mongols possessed their own prodigies, such as the legendary Genghis Khan, a figure of awe who could shoot eagles with a bent bow and led the Mongol cavalry to sweep across East Asia, traversing the Central Plains as if they were empty lands.

And now, within the Phantom Moon Secret Realm, among the myriad of slave formations, every single slave had extraordinary strength. How could a mere Heart of the Universe satisfy the ambition of Xing Tian?