"Old man, mind your own business!" Aqiang, a short-haired woman, stepped forward and gave Grandma Li a push.
The old man staggered and hit the cement pier next to him. The aluminum basin clattered to the ground, and the brown sugar porridge splashed all over the floor, like a pool of solidified blood.
Lin Xiao's nails dug into his palms.
In his last life, what he hated most was this kind of ant that bullied others.
At that time, he was the Lingxiao Emperor, and he could wipe out these people with just a flick of his finger; now he is just an ordinary person who has not even reached the Qi training period, but it doesn't matter - he has memories of past lives, the locations of 108 spiritual treasures, and the "Lingxiao Jue"...
"Why are you staring?" Zhao Zixuan threw the broken bronze mirror to the ground, "Believe it or not, I won't let you set up any stall in Jinling City?"
Cracks spread on the bluestone, and Lin Xiao squatted down with his knees against the debris.
As soon as his fingertips touched the largest fragment, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "Lingxiao Jue·First Level, Kai."
He was shocked.
Heat rushes in from the fingertips and rushes to the Dantian along the meridians, like a fire burning in the flesh and blood.
Lin Xiao almost staggered, but held on to the fragment - this was spiritual energy!
Modern practitioners say that urban spiritual energy is thin, but this fragment of the soul mirror is clearly stimulating the subtle energy between heaven and earth!
