Chapter 22

Liu Xuande cursed the old geezer in his heart; this guy was truly a master of pretense, unwilling to drop the facade even now.

Much like an ordinary person’s, Ning Caichen’s spiritual platform was a complete void, lacking even the slightest hint of mystery. However, the purple-gold bell had been specially crafted by You Ying, and the fact that it could resonate with Ning Caichen naturally indicated that he was far from ordinary.

Elsewhere, Su Cheng, who was being desperately hunted by all the martial artists in the city, was relaxing in his office, enjoying the air conditioning and playing games.

What left Luo Lin feeling breathless was this pervasive sense of distrust—a total loss of faith in everything around him.

"Master, my brain has been working quite hard these past few days, so I’m a bit slow at processing things. Could you explain it in a way that’s less... Taoist?" Zhao Wu rubbed his head, looking quite embarrassed.

With that, Li Song steadied his emotions and gradually refocused his attention on the current mission: "The Cultivation of the War God."

Frowning, Zhang Feng did not hesitate for a moment; he immediately unleashed the power of the Nine Dragons against the large group of Hero Association players in the left corridor.

Cao Mengde held the initiative. A man should do things that seize the initiative; as for so-called immortals, they were merely fleeting smoke in the annals of history.

Lu Bu headed home, no longer in the mood to care about anything else. To be honest, coming up with 280,000 taels of silver was no easy task, and it would be enough to give him a headache for quite some time.

The man in the cafeteria froze. This was a diamond-encrusted watch, even if the craftsmanship appeared somewhat crude.

Lu Chen had been running through the trap zone he had created; relying on his control over the earth, he was naturally not swallowed by the traps. But the King Beast was not so lucky; as soon as it landed, it fell right into one.

The rolling, low-hanging clouds grew thicker by the moment. The sky turned increasingly dim, and the uncomfortable, oppressive atmosphere permeating the air grew ever more heavy.

With his status fully activated and sprinting at top speed, Cheng Yiming reached the City Lord’s mansion in just over thirty minutes.

Ruyu had lived with Old Master Lin since she was very young and was his most cherished child. With such a thing happening, Old Master Lin was more anxious than anyone.

Wei Hao’s pride was indescribable. His muscles and bones were now flooded with an extremely surging primal force. These forces could not only be summoned into his dantian at any time to undergo the tribulation but were also constantly tempering his muscles and bones, making his physical body even more formidable.

Although they had waited for a long time, the four of them could see that the ferocious tribulation lightning in the high sky was slowly dissipating without causing any explosion, meaning Wei Hao was safe, and they had nothing to worry about.

Without a word, the other six monks stood up and, one after another, quickly caught up to their leader.

It was a heavy blow that the Xiao family could not afford to sustain. From this perspective, Xiao Lan had been a great help in allowing the Wei Hao Alliance to invade Xiao Long Mountain.

"Even if we lose, we must lose with conviction. Chief, you really must take a look at our work performance." Officer Zhao opened the large snakeskin bag at his feet and pulled out a thick stack of ledgers; the two elderly men beside him quickly hurried to assist him.

Moreover, although the Red Wood Demon clone had been severely wounded, it had not been truly destroyed. As long as the Green Dragon Wood could be reclaimed, his plan still had a chance of succeeding.

Then, under the cover of night, I buried the two ancient "local despots." I did not erect tombstones for them, because a grave beneath a tree, where a monarch sits, implies they would continue to overlook all directions even in death, and they should not be blocked by stone tablets.

However, He Qian could not feel that chill. She felt as if she were inside a volcano, the scorching temperature threatening to melt her, and Xu An was her only salvation. She could only cling to him tightly, breathing his breath and entwined with his scent, in order to find a sliver of life.

"Brother Hua, what is going on here?" Luo Hong emerged from the bathroom, his face deathly pale. Although he did not want to look, he forced himself to suppress the nausea in his heart and focused his gaze on the two headless corpses on the floor.

After all, the Emperor was one of the first few Hunyuan-realm cultivators. Ever since his emergence, this Red Lotus had been practically inseparable from him. In that case, could it be that the Emperor’s true physical body had secretly come to this Bitter Sea as well?

"No, since he chose to come, he won't leave easily before seeing you," Xiao Geyan shook his head, indicating that Bai Xue did not need to worry about that.

From the moment Chen Han appeared, Lin Qing’s gaze had not shifted. She took off her coat, put on slippers, and kept her eyes locked on Chen Han, making the latter’s back crawl with unease.

He was the immediate superior of Zhou Tianyu and Lin Dafeng, belonging to the Luda branch, holding the official rank of Commander of the Unruly.

Chen Han certainly understood this principle, but he ignored it. The soul was the origin, but external combat power still relied on the physical body and energy. He did not believe that, as the devil claimed, those techniques were as common as cabbages, left on the ground for no one to pick up.

The long spear slammed into the youth in the goose-yellow robe, but a flash of golden light shimmered on his body, successfully blocking the strike.

"Where did they go?" Zhou Zhou did not beat around the bush. Having confirmed that the Bone Demon had passed this way and Yi Tianlan had pursued him, things were much easier to handle.

Looking left and right, he found that Da Huo and Dan were watching him nervously, yet many others, such as the reporters, were full of encouragement.

A powerful secret technique combined with the Fire King’s body gave Yun Fan the ability to activate the Profound Fire Stance. Furthermore, this time, coming to the Luo Clan in the Profound Fire Stance was entirely to help his good friend, Luo Yan.

Lang Bing felt both sweet and heartbroken. He remained dazed for a long while before coming to his senses. He gently pulled the tightened thread to open the sachet, and upon seeing what was inside, his vision went black, and he couldn't help but cry out in alarm.

Seeing Qingxi Sanren and Dao Qi examining the book of poetry nearby, Fang Ziming pulled Tong Lei aside.

Witnessing this scene, the sect’s powerful cultivators, moved by the difficulty of the human race’s prosperity, used their magical powers to project what was happening on Spirit Mountain for the disciples of all sects to see.

"I have already discussed it with the Minister. We can mobilize at most one space division, and if the front lines become strained, we might have to withdraw half of those troops," Counselor Qian said awkwardly.

Watching the furnace fire burning ever brighter, Zhou Zhou felt that asking for mercy at this moment was simply a case of circumstances forcing his hand; it was not a sign that he lacked backbone.

Outstanding disciples like Qiu Yi and Shuilian Qing were capable of practicing simple techniques of "Mirror, Flower, Water, and Moon." It was just that their cultivation was not yet sufficient, making it very difficult to manifest worlds through the technique, though using it for combat and communication was not hard.