Volume One, Chapter Twenty-Five: "What’s this, Mr. Bian? Are you backing down already?"

Jian Shuyue already had a deep-seated aversion toward that scoundrel, instinctively convinced he must be up to something—otherwise, who would arrive so early? Just as she was about to leap up, the white rope in her hand suddenly came alive, winding around her like a soft serpent. But with the eunuch standing right there, Xia Tan'er couldn’t speak plainly. Turning her mind quickly, she looked up at the eunuch again, her gaze tinged with embarrassment.

Feng Muchi had been out since the afternoon and still hadn’t returned. Could it be that the corpse belonged to Feng Muchi? The stone sword looked utterly ordinary; he had no idea what material it was, only that it was somewhat heavy. Uncertain of its use, he simply tossed it into the Mirror of Creation.

The most crucial thing was, if these people found out he owned the shop, who knew if they might sneak over in the night to smash the windows? In all fairness, sending this child was the perfect move on the assassins’ part—Xia Tan’er truly couldn’t withstand that innocent gaze.

At this moment, the front-line army was marching south to suppress bandits—a nationwide endeavor that left no room for the aristocratic families to stir up trouble. Li Lei faltered for a long time, unable to finish his sentence, his face growing even redder with embarrassment, wishing he could sink into the floor.

“Young Master Xu, is there a problem with my place?” Old Liu, a man of experience, could tell that something had happened when he saw everyone gathered together.

Whatever she imagined in her mind would appear before her eyes if she was caught off guard. At that moment, she had been thinking about the Four Spirits of the Mysterious Essence, and so a scene of the spirits transforming appeared! She couldn’t even locate her own hands and feet, and if not for the hidden stalk she carried, which allowed her to channel her spiritual power, she might have been lost there forever.

Lin Zhouyang glanced gratefully at Lin Lan—though she often wished he’d amount to more, when all was said and done, she always stood with her younger brother.

People like Ying Tian and Jin Yu had also heard the sound of the morning bell, but they didn’t have the chance to experience the cleansing of its Daoist power. The lost years of their lives could not be restored.

The nearly boiling atmosphere around him didn’t affect Li Mingxuan, but when he heard the waves of cheers from behind, Xiao Hong, who was running ahead, suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

The second kind of pill was called the Evil-Dispelling Pill. It could cleanse epidemics and detoxify poisons, proving especially useful in Miao territory. Once taken by ordinary soldiers, they would not fear the miasma of the primeval forests or the myriad poisonous insects. However, Zhang Tianci wasn’t sure whether it could ward off venomous spells.

After that, the old monk Yuan Bei passed away, and Su Zimo transferred all the ancient texts from the bottom of Dragon Burial Valley to Misty Peak.

Many divine techniques, such as movement skills or support arts, could exert different effects at every level of cultivation.

Once he knew the opposing mid-laner was the ‘Mysterious Motorcade’s’ own, Yu Jianpeng dared not be careless. Even with a lane-dominating hero like Syndra, he played with the utmost caution.

“You clever girl, talking about geomancy and benefactors—always parroting your master’s mystical nonsense,” Bai Xuechao teased Bai Caicai.

Her voice trembled slightly, and Li Mingxuan, holding her hand tightly, could feel her anxiety—she had pinned all her hopes on his answer.

After quietly knocking out the guard, Lin Feng couldn’t help but complain inwardly. Although Ning Hanyun’s side was heavily guarded, with surveillance cameras and a dozen martial arts masters on watch, it was still possible to slip through.

The surveillance footage clearly showed Old Guan holding a shining, conical object in his hand.

Lin Xingchen, still confused, hurriedly washed his face and joined everyone for breakfast, practiced breathing exercises, and then, led by the blazing sun overhead, boarded a local plane.

Linchuan’s palace was enormous; after opening the main doors, there was another spacious room in the back, which was her true boudoir.

The master of yin and yang dared not utter a word, but a trace of fear flashed in his eyes—he was clearly unwilling to yield.

“Grandmother, just wait for my good news,” Nan Ke Rui declared, her fists clenched in determination.

At that moment, hearing Wei Qi’s words, no one could trust Yun Hao. In their eyes, Wei Qi was entirely reasonable—if Yun Hao hadn’t attacked the gatekeeper with sword intent and provoked it, how could they have been implicated?

Hanhan bounced away, understanding Nan Ke Rui’s meaning—she had to go back and report, after all, Old Lady Shen was still waiting.

After hopping onto the traffic officer’s motorcycle, Ye Suman’s journey was smooth, and when she arrived at the special police unit, it was quiet. She went straight to the training ground, not even removing her helmet.

She had thought Qing Lian would blame her for her recklessness—she hadn’t found any leads and had gotten herself hurt. Yet he didn’t mention it at all.

Other things could wait, but since the call had come through, it wouldn’t do to ignore it. One can’t hide forever. He Ning, with a look of tragic resignation, answered Xia Rong’s call.

“It’s finally appeared again!” Some of the elders sighed. They had seen the Enlightenment Cliff many years ago—though never able to visit, they had always yearned for it, and seeing it now filled them with emotion.

They weren’t afraid of being ambushed with firearms, as they could roughly determine the direction of gunshots; but cold weapons were different—no way to know where the attack would come from. Besides, the assailant must be a master, leaving no warning before striking.

At that moment, Li Shenghai was trying to use his former prestige to win over Meng Wei, hoping to regain control of the Shenghai Army, perhaps even the entire corps.

“Not good! Bainuo is drinking—she’s already drunk! It’s so late… could she run into danger?” Sha Man said worriedly.

Once the formation was set, the teleportation was activated. In just a few minutes, the territory saw daylight again, landing at the eastern side of Tiger Hunt Island, linking up with the Tiger Tribe’s settlement.

Although everything seemed reasonable, why did something still feel off?

Uncle Yao’s cheerful tone, so different from his earlier dejection, was like night and day. Even though both times he was doing interviews, the difference was staggering—Lin Zhixiao was left utterly baffled.