Chapter 23

Mu Chen clenched his fists, his teeth grinding together audibly. He propped himself up on his elbows, struggling to rise, but his injuries were too severe, and he was forced to lie back down in defeat.

"That is of no consequence," Senior Brother Wuduan said, disregarding his advice. With a flick of his hand, a blade of sword energy shot from his palm, severing the ropes that kept Lin Feng’s captives suspended.

Han Bing smiled at this. He found it amusing to see such a rare glimmer of caprice in his usually composed teacher, and he felt a sincere joy that the burden weighing on his teacher’s heart for so many years could finally be lifted.

"Cheng Xiao, are you familiar with how to attack others? Begin now, and do not hold back on my account," Xiao Honglü said with a flat expression, his fingers constantly plucking at the hair on his forehead as he spoke.

"Two of you, come here and pack up the snake meat and skin! And the pheasant, too!" He Jianghai whispered, his voice low as he directed the men behind him.

The Lamenting Blade shimmered with a dim, lusterless light. The crystal core at the junction of the hilt and the blade began to glow.

Zheng Zha recounted the events of that time to Chu Xuan, Bawang, and Wang Xia, while Zhan Lan, Zero, and Li Xiaoyi shared his contemplative smile. After all, the situation had been truly heart-stirring, and even now, looking back, it left them feeling deeply moved.

This seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth was actually Hao Tian! One of the two members of the Immortal Thief Troupe alongside Adam! Stung by the tall man’s words, his expression shifted several times, yet he bit his lip and remained silent, as if he no longer wished to speak.

Then came a sound from Hong Gai’s nose: "Hmph!" It was a clear declaration that he remained unconvinced.

Following the burning of the gallery roads, everyone believed Liu Bang truly intended to remain in Han and would never return to Guanzhong to vie with Xiang Yu for the empire. Thus, Xiang Yu felt at ease to reorganize his troops and return to his hometown of Pengcheng.

The sound of Ling Jianye’s footsteps approached. Ling Zheng looked in that direction and saw his father.

Suddenly, the magic runes erupted with a milky-white radiance. The energy bindings faded until they vanished, and the blood from the Dragon Blood Pool was instantly drawn into a pillar and pulled into the spatial ring.

Li Hai turned his head away at just the right moment, failing to notice the peculiar smile that had flickered across Yu Shuangshuang’s face. Had he seen it, he would have surely regretted lingering so long to admire her back.

The tomb ghost clung to the wall like a ball, its four tentacle-like claws digging deep into the surface. Its eyes burned with a cold light as it stared at Lin Tian, clearly preparing to strike.

Amumu had amber-yellow eyes, and he always fought by binding his enemies with the bandages wrapped around his body.

Wang Ya lifted her head, her gaze locking onto Lin Tian as crystal tears overflowed from her eyes. Seeing Lin Tian’s wavering expression, she stood on her tiptoes and pressed her pink lips against his.

She leaned down, pressing herself against the bear’s chest, and began to kiss him. Her hands parted his half-open shirt, feeling his steel-like pectoral muscles with her palms and her fair cheeks.

I respect you for your seniority, and you respect me for my cultivation—this was the thought that suddenly crossed Li Hai’s mind.

Although Zeng Yimei had warned the disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect never to seek revenge for the sect upon its dissolution, Chou Hentian could not quell the resentment in his heart. Later, during a meditation session, his cultivation went astray, and he nearly lost his life to a demonic obsession.

On both sides of the backstage, the members of the Hong troupe stood with their mouths agape, looking as if their jaws had collectively dislocated, staring in shock at Zhu Tianjiang and Xuan Zhu.

Indeed, this young man was Su Chenyu. Under normal circumstances, he would not have involved himself, but he truly wished to witness the presence of this "King of Century Thieves."

Tragedy after tragedy unfolded across Hong Kong. Yet, the financial authorities were utterly helpless, and in the face of the constant "airstrikes" from financial speculators, they could only scramble to respond in disarray.

"Lin Feng, what are you doing?" The eighth-level Spiritual Refining aura of the Xun Rune Master erupted, surging forward to suppress Lin Feng.

"Tomorrow, I will have Uncle Li bring over three units, along with some cassettes for you," Su Chenyu said with a smile.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Dugu Feng took a leisurely step forward. Yet, as she did, the color drained from Rong Fengxiang’s face; her seemingly casual stride had landed precisely on a node of his Ziwu Internal Energy.

Before long, Zhan Chen noticed a rustle in the grass behind him. A black shadow darted out, pouncing toward Zhou Ziru, who was sitting on the ground. Zhou Ziru scrambled to his feet in a panic to reach for the sword in his universe bag.

Ning Hao glanced at Lin Feng. From the bottom of his heart, he did not want Lin Feng to meddle in these affairs. The relationships between the various factions in Yanjing were already incredibly sensitive, and a major conflict could be ignited at any moment.

Dugu Feng had long prepared several carriages. The other families had already boarded and departed one by one. Dugu Feng led her mother and younger brother to a carriage decorated with great extravagance.

Dugu Feng sat cross-legged on the stone steps by the water, rolling up her pant legs. She dipped her fair, delicate feet, which looked as if they were carved from jade, into the water, swaying them gently to create ripples that echoed in the quiet night.