Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Chen Heng glanced at the crystal and noticed only a bit of the sword-attributed Spiritual Energy remained; the crystal was almost drained.
Situ Yu had used two-thirds of the Spiritual Energy in the crystal. Then Chen Heng practically used up the rest in one go.
When people outside of the Chen Clan used this crystal, it would increase their chances of breakthroughs. That was purely because the sword-attributed Spiritual Energy was of a high grade, a great nourishment for the cultivators of this world.
My ancestor crushing those bastards to death serves them right. They wasted the Spiritual Energy accumulated in it for close to 100 years.
Chen Heng left the basement only after adjusting to his body, which felt reborn. Chen Heng saw Mo Qingtong and Luo Li arguing when he came out.
“Luo Li, you wretched tramp child! To think you did not tell me when the danger was resolved?” Mo Qingtong blew her top at Luo Li.
“What’s the rush? The danger only just got resolved. Naturally, I would have let you know after some time. Also, aren’t you back already?” Luo Li had an indifferent expression as she sat on the sofa.
“After some time? Just how long would ‘after some time’ be? Could it be a year or two before you told me? Had I not felt worried for Ah Heng and returned, who knows when you would inform me?”
“Unfortunately, you are back too late. I’ve already met the family.” Luo Li took out the bell—Ah! No, it was no mere bell; it was the Primal Chaos Bell—the Chen Clan ancestor gave her, and toyed with it.
Chen Heng discovered that Luo Li could somehow incite Mo Qingtong’s anger in strange ways.
“Met the family? What do you mean?” Mo Qingtong suddenly realized the situation was not as simple as she thought.
“Exactly what it means. I’ve already met Elder Brother Heng’s ancestor. This bell is a present from his ancestor, and it even has a familiar name. It is the Primal Chaos Bell. Jealous? Unfortunately, you do not have one.” Luo Li made the Primal Chaos Bell in her hand grow larger, then made it orbit Mo Qingtong’s head
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