Chapter 56: The Battle with the Phoenix

When the room was finally left to her alone, Fanzhi no longer dared to speak recklessly. She simply collapsed onto the bed, massaging her bruised and swollen foot, and as she picked up her phone once more, she inadvertently opened a private message in her inbox from someone she hadn't noticed before.

"Thank you, streamer! Thank you, immortal!" The man first bowed deeply to Qiaoqiao, and then turned toward Hua Xin, bowing even lower.

Under the witness of more than one hundred thousand people, Zhao Qing chanted a spell toward the black bead, and then placed it into a nameless vessel of water to soak for a while.

It was impossible to keep providing subsidies indefinitely, but a month later, once the subsidies ended, a large number of drivers would still choose to stay away.

Yang Juan, whom Liu Qingsong referred to as his second aunt, wanted to come over and help, but was pulled away by Zhou Meiling into the main room to chat with Zhou Guowei.

Had he been a naive and hot-blooded youth, he certainly would have proclaimed how his sword could protect his younger sister, and how it could carry her forth to brave all winds and waves.

When the astral sword descended with a single stroke, he could no longer muster the slightest shred of fighting spirit within his heart. Utterly terrified and his courage broken, he turned and fled for his life.

The bait on the fishing hook had been brought out from the Myriad Realms Garbage Dump. As could be seen from the large grass carp and the two wild topmouth culters just reeled in, its effectiveness was exceptionally extraordinary.

"Heh, it's only right. Visiting for the first time, I couldn't possibly come empty-handed, could I?" Chen Hao said with a smile, placing the fruit off to one side by the doorway.

Just at that moment, a tentative shout came from behind, sounding rather unfamiliar and guarded.

Standing outside the balcony of the bedroom, Tangtang caught sight of King. He was standing out on the balcony, gazing up at the starlit sky, and his voice drifted over as if it were barely there.

Hearing this, Zhurong wore an expression of utter disdain. To dare question the might of the Ancestral Witches—such a person most certainly required a thorough lesson.

Realizing there was completely no hope left, Jin Guangyan turned back and returned inside. Yet as he lay on the bed, tossing and turning, he simply could not fall asleep, nor did he dare to disturb Yan Xiaoxiao. It occurred to him belatedly that Mu Feng had actually been secretly undermining his image. Jealous much? Heh, he only hoped Mu Feng would still have the time to slander him tomorrow after everything else.

Having finished listening to Bai Ruoyin's words, Bai Rong remained silent for a moment before sheathing the long sword in his right hand. Supporting his body, he slowly made his way toward the entrance.

Z and Chu Aotian stayed over for the night. The villa did not have an excess of bedrooms, possessing only four, so Xi Xichen had no choice but to share a room with the two children, thereby leaving King's room vacant for Z.

Having stayed in this courtyard for so long, he had most definitely never leaked a single word regarding the rescue of Sadu.

Ruoxin looked at Fenghua in astonishment. The expression on his face remained calm and serene, as though he had merely spoken the most ordinary and natural of words.

Jin Guangyan, who had just seated himself in his office, listened to his subordinate's report, his expression growing increasingly desolate. Yan Xiaoxiao, I told you that once you were discharged I would grant you your freedom, yet you chose to leave the hospital immediately. Just how desperate were you to get away from me?

His silence caused Yan Xiaoxiao on the other end of the line to suspect several times that he had angrily hung up the call, yet the call duration continued to tick upward. Yan Xiaoxiao stared blankly at her phone, her raised finger ultimately never pressing the end button. Her gaze shifted toward the door, tears faintly shimmering in her eyes.

The air hummed and trembled, and the weather grew somewhat sultry. A brilliant, dazzling radiance burst forth from deep within Lin Feng's tattered and broken physical body.

At that exact moment, a commotion suddenly erupted outside, and immediately afterward, several men dressed as bailiffs and constables charged into the room first.

When Wu Di and I reached a secluded, deserted spot, Wu Di placed the communicator from his hand directly in front of me. To my astonishment, this communicator was identical to the one I possessed, which meant Wu Di had also received that bizarre email.

He was a man who had clawed his way out of a place like Hell Valley. Over all these years, he had experienced countless brushes with life and death; what could something like this possibly signify to him now?

The bond between the two of them was actually exceedingly shallow, so describing them as childhood sweethearts was entirely inaccurate. At best, they were merely childhood playmates whose acquaintance had simply managed to persist until the present day.

As they walked along, the youth with his refined and graceful appearance seemed to cast a casual glance backward, looking toward a dark corner untouched by the moonlight, before withdrawing his gaze and walking further and further away.

Upon reaching the rear garden, the field of vision was filled with blooming flowers of every description, competing with one another in beauty and splendor. The scenery was breathtakingly gorgeous, and the air was saturated with a rich, intoxicating fragrance, rivaling even the imperial gardens within the royal palace.

"For this Yin Wind Old Hag to have endured for all these years without seeking revenge against you, it seems she has likely been plotting for many a long year. Moreover, she is clearly planning to undertake an earth-shaking endeavor. I fear this may well prove to be a catastrophe for the Shuangwu Pagoda District and even the mortal realm itself. Could it truly be connected to the Seven-Orificed Exquisite Heart?"

The three Hall-Protecting Envoys, along with Zhang Sanfeng of the Hidden Heaven and Great Sage Sun of the Heaven-Beyond, also entered the depths of Mount Li one after another.

Therefore, Fairy Lan was not only known as the most beautiful courtesan in Great Zhou, but her dancing skills were also whispered of as "a dance that should belong only to the heavens, rarely ever seen in the mortal world," almost mythologizing her artistry.

Instantly, the two of them seemed to transform into intertwined black and white suns. Like yin and yang, the great suns cast their illumination across all directions, causing every single hero of Liangshan within range to feel a surge of warmth. Their battle intent soared, their combat power skyrocketed, and they grew vastly more powerful.

The Eye of Insight truly lived up to being a power of the Heavenly Dao. Even though it belonged to an underage Heavenly Dao, its might was unimaginable. According to Yi Yun's perspective, this projection of his meridians outlined everything in meticulous detail, including even those hidden pathways within his entire body that he could never have perceived through his own internal introspection.

Having finally understood everything, KabusahnAF's voice grew fainter, the brilliance within his eyes gradually fading. Even the feathers upon his bird-like head lost their luster, making it immediately apparent that he was on the verge of death.

An assassin is an assassin—who could have possibly anticipated that this "assassin" was right beneath the Prince of Jing's very nose, playing him for a fool?

With a loud shout that the battle had begun, she charged straight ahead shielded by her anti-magic barrier. The rest of the group fell into a brief flurry of chaos, though fortunately, thanks to the anti-magic barrier, Apple Yaya's aggro remained quite steady.

Composed, calm, neither fawning nor pandering to others, nor showing hostility or targeting others; maintaining a peaceful state of mind—neither overjoyed nor ecstatic, neither sorrowful nor enraged.

"I'm leaving." Sword Dance wiped the tears from her face, spoke these calm words, and then bolted out without a look back.

Turning around to inquire, Ming Yibei looked both obedient and innocent, as though she were genuinely bewildered as to why the zombies had inexplicably vanished.

A sharp glint flashed through Xuansuang's eyes. This was naturally something the three of them had previously agreed upon amongst themselves, yet she had willingly offered to cede it to him in order to win over Yun Yi—and he actually had the heart to let it go?

Leng Chuang was truly about to have his innovation zeroed out—he had been blasted dizzy and disoriented high up in the air, and it was solely by virtue of his final shred of willpower that he avoided losing consciousness, maneuvering himself to slowly fly toward a building with a more complex architectural layout.

Following that, she glanced at the cup of black tea waiting before her on the table, along with the sugar cubes and sweet milk that had been placed alongside it.

Ten years ago, he had already played out the routine of starting and running a company until he was thoroughly bored of it; otherwise, he certainly would not have abandoned the massive Haotian Entertainment Group to dedicate himself wholeheartedly to being a full-time dad.