Chapter 22

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He dragged Heng Mo’s lifeless body to a secluded spot and set it ablaze, ensuring it was completely destroyed. Then, silently and mysteriously, he vanished from the scene as if he had never been there.
His own father was still enduring the torment of illness. If the necessary herbs weren’t gathered within half a month, Su Shuihua likely would never recover.
The next day, he informed Liu Zhenshan of his decision. He agreed to the exchange but stipulated that it must take place in the capital.
“I’m busy tomorrow. Find someone else to go with you!” Su Tianhao, thinking about his hectic schedule of going into the mountains to cultivate herbs and purchasing native chickens and ducks, wanted to decline.
“Alright, there’s no need to continue the test.” General Manager Xu waved his hand toward the staff demonstrating at the computer, signaling them to stop.
Ning Chuan did not reveal all of his plans; it wasn’t that he distrusted Lei Sheng, but he feared that demon spies might be monitoring the area, risking the leak of secrets and alerting enemies prematurely. He conveyed only the parts requiring Lei Sheng’s cooperation through a covert voice transmission.
“What’s wrong? Feeling down?” Li Yue noticed Huaye Zhenyi was distracted and smiled, pulling her into an embrace before asking.
From the scout’s report, it was clear that tens of millions of warriors from the Sacred Mountain Realm had been deployed. Yet, even so, they failed to repel the assault of the Dark Gold Demon—an almost unbelievable fact.
Suddenly, an ugly line of blood-red characters appeared on the ceiling: “Do you want to truly live? Do you want to understand the meaning of life?”
“The time since contact was lost shouldn’t be long. Has Director You sent someone to investigate?” Bao Ya pondered aloud.
Then, just as the middle-aged man was about to speak again, there was a knock at the hotel door.
Xiao Qiliang quickly concealed his nervous expression, turning his head to follow Wan Miao forward. He knew that every word, action, and expression of this outsider was being scrutinized by those rigorously trained security guards. Any sign of abnormality would prompt several fully armed guards to burst forth immediately.

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Xue Ming’s greatest concern remained Princess Fuqing. She was still inside the palace, and if she were startled and caused a commotion, his journey to the southeast could be severely hindered.
Shen Yingtian had just arrived when he heard the news of Liu Tianfei’s passing. Although he had only met Liu Tianfei a few times, the kind old man had left a profound impression on him.
“Ah, though he didn’t say it outright, from his words, I know he is the formidable Shentian who destroyed the Sacred Heart Alliance, the Mu family, the Holy Church, and the Dark Council,” Tai Shaolan said, causing Tai Shaohao to be immediately shocked.
Having temporarily repelled the powerful enemies, Mu Qingshan, the nine-headed flying python, the giant stone ape, and Xiao Yu all moved closer to Gu Xinghun.
Such sincere friendships that endure decades of trials were truly enviable to Ye Hao.
Moreover, one thing he could never understand was why, given that Old Man Ding’s body stored the laws of time and space and thus would face little resistance here, he hadn’t chosen to traverse this temporal passage.
Then, like unlocking a padlock, Tuan Zang mercilessly smashed the masked man’s head with a series of sharp blows.
Lan Mengjun smiled faintly, bowed to the two, and an eerie aura spread from him. Despite facing two top-tier emperors, his presence was undeterred as he carefully studied them.
Upon hearing this, the three dragon beasts, just like Niu Niu, suddenly leapt up from the ground and vanished in a puff of smoke without a trace.
Tian Lan and the others continued waiting at the tunnel entrance. With Soul Devourer present, it was almost as if Tian Lan himself was there. Though Ye Yi’s figure had vanished from everyone’s sight, Tian Lan, as the caster, could still see his every move.
At some unknown point, the doctor-patient relationship in Chinese society had deteriorated to the point where distrust prevailed: “You don’t trust me, I don’t feel safe with you; if you make the slightest mistake, I’ll hold it against you forever; if you’re ill, I’ll drain your family’s fortune.”
“You don’t need to know this.” Tian Lan turned out to be better than expected; although he still didn’t answer, at least he didn’t ignore him.

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Qing Xiu suddenly shifted his body and slipped out of everyone’s sight. The crowd, especially the Black-Clad Society, erupted into chaos, all rushing forward for the divine needle. For them, it was the beautiful prophecy behind the needle that mattered. But for Qing Xiu, none of this was important; the most precious person in his life had already left him.
In truth, this was a calculated move. Every king must have his own strategy. This child held both of his family’s misfits in his palm. Outwardly, he appeared sturdy, but whether he had substance in his mind could be judged in a few words.
As he spoke, Boss Bao handed Qing Xiu a golden token. “This is specially prepared for Brother Mo. With this, you absolutely don’t have to pay any tolls.” Qing Xiu took the token; it was identical to the one Old Xu had given him, except it now bore a martial rank of “Level Three” and the name “Mo Shen.”
Ye Yi shrugged and strode inside confidently, completely ignoring Yu Xiu’s murderous glare.
Xiao Mufan also raised his cup and took a slow sip. He was pondering how to start the conversation; the opening lines he had rehearsed at home had all escaped him now.
“The elemental force here is chaotic!” Kong Ye sensed something amiss and spoke up in advance.
Because the knockout matches allowed flexible scheduling, out of six million players, only one hundred thousand applied to compete today, while the remaining five million nine hundred thousand chose to watch. After all, the game allowed a three-month buffer time.
Luo Yu smiled softly, placed her gently on the stool, and looking at her slightly flushed face, felt a pang of sympathy. She must have been exhausted today.