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Chapter 140: Whose Tomb?

    

e to translate!What surprised Lu Ye greatly was that he could actually see the person's appearance!There was a woman who looked quite bewitching!She is not very old, around thirty years old. Her skin...Room Number Three, marked with the character "Tian", is where Lu Ye resides.

The old man pondered for a moment: "Such talent is rarely seen."

The higher the talent, the more spiritual energy one can absorb. The reason why the spiritual energy in the Tianzi Room is more concentrated is as Lu Ye guessed, there is a gathering spirit array hidden in the room, which gathers the heaven and earth's spiritual energy, while also consuming spirit stones.

The stronger the strength of the formation, the greater the consumption of spirit stones.

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"Should we get rid of him" the supervisor asked.

"Others aren't indebted to you spirit stones, how can you chase them away Remember, we are in business. No matter who comes, we must be fair and just, and cannot act according to our own preferences."

"Yes."

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Then, the attendant bowed respectfully and withdrew.

The old man sat in the chair for a while, lost in thought, before slowly shaking his head.

One by one, the spiritual acupoints opened up.

On the fifteenth day of his sojourn in Shangmeng, as qi continuously bombarded him, the barrier of the sixty-third acupoint gradually weakened. Just as the barrier was about to be broken, Lu Ye halted his cultivation.

He stood up, checking his condition. He felt energetic and full of vitality. His sixty-three acupoints were about to break through but not yet. Now he could begin implementing his plan.

Having brought amber to the Commerce Alliance's first floor, he sought out a manager and spent one hundred spirit stones buying several talismans.

>perate resistance, managing to stabilize the front lines.No one could hear the voice of the cultivator named Fang Zhun. Every time they rested, he would shout loudly, urging his brothers to make haste...