Chapter 24

Chu Wanxiang’s gaze was sharp, and her hands moved with lightning speed to seize her. In a sudden, powerful maneuver, the two of them swapped positions.

Could it be that I arrived too late to save them? Or perhaps these demons mimic human cries for help to lure their prey? But having seen this several times now without ever catching a glimpse of a living soul, it feels far too bizarre.

"Young Master Yu, who bullied you?" he asked in a rush, still panting, clearly having sprinted over with his men in tow.

Alan dared not expect anything that did not belong to her, so she withdrew her gaze, took out her phone, and dialed President Ji.

Chu Mohan couldn't help but chuckle at this slightly teasing question. He bent down to help her into her bathrobe, took her hand, and led her out.

On the command chariot, Pang Nuan watched the right flank of the coalition army with burning eyes, only to discover that the Zhao heavy armored legion, led by Zhao Cong, had suddenly begun to retreat.

Though Hu Yan felt a sense of injustice in his heart, he still rose and bowed toward Lin Hao. Lin Hao was unaware of the plot he had once orchestrated against him, and since the two were fellow students, he knew that the best way to change his fate was through his proximity to Lin Hao.

Meanwhile, Zhang Ji focused his inner energy into his hands, generating waves of heat to warm Zhao Ji’s delicate feet.

He adjusted the hat on his head and scanned his surroundings. Aside from Zhongli, there was nothing else… Wait, why was Zhongli here?

Early the next morning, Zhang Yunze booked an early flight back to Chongqing. As usual, he was dressed in casual sportswear, wearing basketball shoes, a backpack, and his baseball cap.

The tactic worked. Su Ruoyao said confidently, "Why wouldn't I dare? It’s just a matter of searching; I will eventually find a way out. You want to scare me? You’re wrong, Yiguan." Su Ruoyao pointed at Cheng Dizhi and smiled.

But what exactly was this? If we were to go back to the time of a single incense stick ago, we could see exactly what happened here.

Ye Ge did not let his gaze linger on these people for long; instead, he looked toward the seven white figures within the gray air currents. These seven figures had transformed from the statues atop the black stone pillars.

"There are 630 million left on the card," Kang Minghua said truthfully. He was curious to see how Ye Feng intended to play this.

Li Qiang thought that since you insist on talking, I won't hold back either; let's just lay everything out, good or bad. Just as he pursed his lips to speak, the phone in Old Fu’s pocket rang.

Yingchun Pavilion was a famous classical restaurant, filled with authentic antique decor, offering leisure, entertainment, tea, and lodging.

As a high-level cultivator from the Hehuan Sect, Aunt Tong held a sense of kinship toward the sect. Should anyone dare to move against the Hehuan Sect, she and others like her would not sit idly by.

The cultivator with the mole on his face gave a sly grin, revealing yellow teeth exposed by his lack of lips, and watched as Su Mu frowned.

"Damn it, this is so messy. What exactly is going on with you all?" I asked, unable to bear the chaotic relationships any longer.

It was rare to see the old couple disagree. Shen Yuechen had the good sense to leave quickly, leaving them alone to discuss the matter.

Upon hearing this, the old lady gasped, collapsing onto the couch. Her face turned from pale green to white, her breathing ragged, and she nearly lost consciousness. Those around her rushed forward in a panic to rub her chest and help her breathe, eventually dispersing the tightness in her chest as she slowly recovered.

However, having led troops for so many years and being accustomed to having the final say in the military, he was used to his own arrogance and had never suffered such a loss. He immediately harbored malicious thoughts, wanting to reclaim his standing.

Madam Feng looked at her deeply, causing her to shudder in her heart; she hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to say another word.

However, this Magistrate Hu seemed to have been drinking; Shen Yuechen was sensitive enough to catch the smell of alcohol on him. As an imperial physician from the capital, many sought to curry favor with him, so he had been constantly occupied with social engagements these past few days.

The bald man was in his early thirties, of average height and build. His head was completely hairless, save for a gray mark left by a cigarette burn that had not been wiped away.

Taoist Wang Daoyuan had found a good helper; while guns and cannons were powerful, they were less effective against these swarming poisonous insects than a single tree branch.

Dao told the people of the Aotian Kingdom to return, while he took a portion of the guards to accompany Yun Jingchu toward the capital of the Luo Kingdom.

Although Shen Yuechen did not want to keep Madam Cao, she did not want to erase the effort Madam Cao had put into raising Ying Jie.

Warmth radiated from the Stigmata Stone in his right hand, channeling his inner holy power to heal his wounds.

The successive masters of Guigu were like gods; thus, although each Guigu Master stood alone, they were more powerful than an army of a million. Reflecting on Qin Feng’s miraculous rise and his actions, everyone realized he truly possessed the capability and value to surpass an army of a million.

Just as Jin Shengzhe’s heartstrings were in a tangle, Han Xin brought his lighter close and effortlessly burned through the spider silk.

With a smirk, Jiang Yun extended his right hand, and the Buddhist light around the demon-subduing pestle vibrated before flying toward him with a "whoosh."

Because of the influx of numerous cultivators, the "world" constructed by Li Daoran within the Stigmata Stone had undergone tremendous changes.

During this period, many Divine Sovereigns had been born in the Nine Heavens Domain, but none had ever disturbed him, let alone forced him to emerge from seclusion.

The Demon King Qiyu also tore through space; he had been disrespectful to the Old Man of Time just moments ago and feared being dragged into the afterlife as a companion.

There were usually at least two leaders stationed at the main headquarters of the Night Rain Pavilion. Now, it was highly likely that four leaders were present, all of them Emperor-level powerhouses, with the suspected presence of one or more Sovereign-level experts.

Even though the shop had only been open for a short time, those with a bit of spare cash who wanted to improve their diet but were too lazy to walk far became regulars at the hotpot restaurant, naturally hoping to bask in their classmate's glory and get a discount.

Yet, Li Shimin, as a feudal emperor, completely ignored this, even building a high tower in the palace to gaze daily toward Empress Zhangsun’s tomb at Zhaoling. Though he eventually tore it down in tears following Wei Zheng’s remonstrance, his longing never diminished.