Chapter 224: Chapter 220: Dreams (1)

Atop the Sword Clouds, this pinnacle made entirely of Red Crystals basked in light, scattering a rosy glow that dyed a large swath of the sky crimson, stunning in its breathtaking beauty.

At the very top of the pinnacle, there was a bare platform, made of stone and without a single tree—this was the summit.

The newly emerged Elder Xu, breaking through the clouds, saw two people lying side by side on the edge of the cliff, continuously vomiting towards the cloud sea.

“Blech—”

“Blech ”

“Blech ”

The alternating sounds of retching from the two left Elder Xu covering his face as he landed his sword on the platform. He really couldn’t understand how a Mortal Realm martial artist, having only drank six cups of alcohol, could vomit so profusely.

After a while, struggling, Tang Luo managed to raise his head. His face regained clarity. He took a cloth from his bosom and placed it on his face in one swift motion.

“No need to hide, there are no strangers here!” Elder Xu teasingly crouched beside him and laughed, “It seems like I need to drink with you more often, otherwise, what will you do in the future!”

At this moment, Mi Bai also regained his composure, rolling over and lying on the ground, gasping for breath, his stomach still roiling.

Though both their alcohol tolerance was poor, it wasn’t to this extent. It was just that they had witnessed the exhilarating cheers of children, Tang Luo’s high difficulty maneuvers in mid-air had caused their organs to churn. Not to mention the extreme flight into the clouds, as soon as Tang Luo set him down on the platform, he couldn’t help but vomit.

And when Tang Luo heard his vomiting sound, he followed suit. That’s the scene Elder Xu had walked into.

Tang Luo, having recovered, wiped his face carefully. He then took out another cloth from his bosom and threw it onto the gasping Mi Bai, shaking his head wearily, “Alcohol, it’s truly lethal.”

a grin, “Alcohol tolerance,

Luo shook his head

again. That drastic change in disposition,

cloth from his bosom, wiped his face, and leaned against a crystal-like

as if someone had hit them in the head, in a

simply sitting down cross-legged as well. He could tell, these two were not

of clouds before him was dyed red, while the distant sky was a deep azure. Having traveled

his breath, Mi Bai propped himself up on the crystal-like rock, sat down next to Elder Xu, looking at the sea of clouds beyond the cliff,

Peak, staring blankly at the crimson sea of clouds and the

the three men were becoming more and more hazy, as if

moodily

sea of clouds and casually remarked, “A goal dreamed

let out a bitter laugh,

Bai and Tang Luo. The two exchanged glances. They had never imagined that such a helpless, self-mocking expression would appear on the face of a son from a Saint’s royal family. In their minds, he

of dream is so difficult?” Tang Luo asked

back at Tang Luo, placed his hands on his knees, and sat upright. He spoke seriously, “I want to prove to the Xu Clan that there are no superior or inferior bloodlines. Even the lowest-ranked mortal-level 9th-grade bloodline, if developed to its zenith, can

the current three-tier, 9th-grade bloodline standard under heaven was set by the Xu Clan, used to

Xu Clan, a trend to distribute resources based on bloodline rank had emerged. Even a foolish martial artist, once they

in the Xu Clan no longer attach importance to martial arts cultivation; instead, they focus their minds on awakening a high-grade bloodline. If this trend continues, who will still

understand much about martial arts, he could hear Old Master Xu’s unyielding

so easily fooled. He felt that Old Master Xu was walking down a path

bloodline martial artists. Otherwise, how

the Heavens. He aspired to overcome the upper ranks with a low-grade

reason dreams are called dreams, not goals, is because

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