Chapter 22

“Don’t forget, your blood feud originated from the Duke of Lu’s household, and now your great vengeance has been fulfilled.” His eyes turned cold.

Seeing his stern expression, Chu Haoxuan picked up his phone and dialed Ye Li’s number, but it was turned off.

She didn’t think much of it and walked over to knock on the bathroom door. Unexpectedly, the man hadn’t locked it; as soon as she knocked, the door swung open.

The meeting that followed was intense, filled with heated discussions and in-depth analysis. Su Nan’s task was to record the entire process. Over the past two years beside Qin Shijin, her shorthand skills had improved rapidly under strict supervision. Amidst the clamorous reports, the sound of her typing could be heard clearly.

Strolling leisurely, they sealed off all escape routes around Feng Hua. Ulan led the group, followed by the core forces behind her.

Jiang Liyun was stunned. “I—I am her grandmother-in-law… How is my grandson… Doctor, I beg you, please tell me.” Her face was on the verge of tears.

For this, Feng Hua even enrolled in a top-tier chef’s cooking class, with one-on-one instruction.

Ruotang did not bother to lock the door. This was Chu Qianlan’s territory; if he truly wished to see her bathing unclothed, as his wife and he her husband, their rightful relationship gave her no grounds to refuse.

Whether it was fate or divine blessing, her escape from this place was nothing short of a miracle.

In the dimly lit main hall of the Eastern Sect, only the pearl beside the golden python chair gleamed softly, casting light on Mu Qing’s cold and ruthless face—a presence that instilled deep dread. Expressionless, he leaned against the chair, indifferent to the outside world. This calm was in fact an intense threat.

Fu Heng sneered, “With your character, no man could tolerate you! They want to marry you only because of your family background or your beauty.”

Hao Jianren couldn’t help but laugh out loud upon hearing Li Sandou’s destination. “You think Moyitian is somewhere you can just go whenever you like?”

He completely knocked Murong Zi to the ground, kicked the gun from his hand, then pressed his foot on Murong Zi’s chest.

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Many deranged cultivators and demon clans unleashed terrifying, large-scale destructive abilities without hesitation in their dying moments, killing enemies but also accidentally harming allies.

Li Sandou stood with hands in pockets, gazing at the distant night shrouded in mystery—the very location of the secret realm.

Of course, the alchemist emperor could have knocked Xia Tianyu unconscious, but unless Xia Tianyu remained comatose indefinitely, he couldn’t prevent Xia Tianyu from taking his own life. And what use would a perpetually unconscious man be?

Days passed, and the silence surrounding Chi Sisi’s disappearance cast a heavy gloom over the Chi family. Mrs. Chi wept daily, hiding her face in sorrow; Mr. Chi made endless phone calls, scouring Qingcheng’s territory thoroughly, yet no clue was found.

Xing Fan took a deep breath, looking at Hai Si with great difficulty. “Aunt, your nephew may truly have failed you.”

Earlier, Li Sandou failed to sense it because the ogre did not fully unleash its bloodline power while devouring him, and Li Sandou’s focus was entirely on the ogre, not noticing anything strange in its gaping maw.

Li Ao barely landed and hadn’t stabilized when he rushed toward the explosion’s epicenter. The dust cloud blocked his view. “Hua!” he shouted loudly, but there was no response ahead.

The clearing trembled slightly; the blast’s fierce wind scattered in all directions. Song Zheng raised his arms to shield himself, his sleeves instantly torn by the gale, revealing red scratches on his arms.

No matter how composed and unyielding Ren Margery appeared during negotiations, skillfully arguing her points, the fact was they were already terrified beyond measure.

Jiang Yuxuan admiredly gave Yu Chuxuan a thumbs-up, as if praising how well he had cultivated his “loli.”

The scorpion demon roared again, its once calm demonic aura suddenly boiling like boiling water, surging uncontrollably with terrifying intensity. The fighting spirit within began to wane.

He moved slowly through the dense fog, attempting to return to Long Fei. Staying still here and waiting for Kang Yi’s attack would only put him at a disadvantage. Just as Ye Tian had flown a short distance, a violent killing intent surged from behind—no need to look, he knew Kang Yi had struck.

Since then, every year during the ten-day opening of the Heavenly Hazard Forest, countless cultivators gather here.

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“You should meditate if you must, study if you must, and maintain your condition. Leave the hard physical work to Hua and me.” Li Ao stepped forward, patting their shoulders with a smile.

Apart from Baigang, Rob and the hundred-plus Lingdong City guards he brought had never seen a livelier place north of Jingze.

“He said he had some business to attend to! That ungrateful guy!” Li Ao grumbled, watching Lianhua disappear into the distance.

With great reluctance, I forced myself to bend down, gently lifting his shirt, wiping with a wet wipe.

Taking a slow, deep breath, the hesitation in Zhou Tian’s eyes vanished instantly, replaced by clear, jet-black eyes.

Don’t ask me why I do these things—I just feel that crying in the dark makes it less shameful.

Yet later, I regretted how naive and overly optimistic I had been then.

Lei Si shook his head helplessly at the darkened screen, then went to the backyard to release Zhen Si’s five spirits, letting them play freely. But the moment they emerged, they rushed to confront the Nidoking and Machamp spirits.

Under the complex gazes of all present, Zhou Tian approached the spirit-testing stone, activating the Mysterious Fire Technique. Wisps of faint red energy seeped from his palm, swirling around him.