28. The Cold-Hearted Scoundrel Who Abandoned His Wife and Daughter (3)

"Master, can the Soul Refining Art and Soul Planting Art of our sect be exchanged for in that world?" Wang Feng's tone was somewhat cold as he spoke.

The Cloud of Glory lived up to its reputation as a Triple Eternal Divine Artifact; no matter what divine techniques Luo Lan employed, she could not breach its defenses.

Wang Feng quickly took them and nodded repeatedly. He easily understood Adeline's request to memorize and then destroy the final two levels of the mental cultivation method; there was likely something extraordinary or uniquely superior about them, leading Adeline to fear they might be leaked.

"That is not a problem. During her hospitalization, as long as she complies with our arrangements, we will ensure she is not exposed. This includes our medical staff, who have undergone strict confidentiality training. They will not disclose anything about the hospital to the outside world, so you can rest assured," Liu Hui said proudly.

But what about now? Some people are free to unrestrainedly attack and insult every move of the government. In such a loose environment, I fear some may be blinded by their own greed and arrogance. Who can truly guarantee that these individuals won't transition from verbal abuse to armed insurgency?

To my surprise, Shirogane Takeshi responded with a tone of total indifference.

Seeing the Yellow Turban flying soldiers enter range, the White Wolf clones unleashed chi blasts using wave motions. These blue streams of energy would shatter a soldier's body upon impact, but there were too few White Wolf clones—only about three hundred across the entire western wall.

Another light sword was shattered, and the fierce torrent of water surged toward the cold beauty Chen Qinglu. Seeing this, Liu Tian hurriedly adjusted his footwork and pushed Chen Qinglu away at the last split second, though he himself was struck by the water and lightning, experiencing the attack firsthand.

Li Zhi immediately breathed a sigh of relief. She had been worried the boss wouldn't like something so understated. This concept was actually her idea; the production staff didn't understand it at the time, but after it was produced, they discovered the effect was quite good.

Lying on the bed, He Jingxuan remained expressionless, offering her no response. Lan Ruoxi bit her lip, and without waiting for him to react, she pulled back the covers. Only when she was this close did she smell the scent of sweat beneath the quilt, and a strange, indescribable feeling stirred in her heart.

Thinking of this, her expression suddenly became odd. She secretly glanced at Mi Zhiyang, who happened to look over at the same time and shot her a glare, as if blaming her for bringing it up.

"Master!" Qiao Tianyu only opened the door after a long while. Seeing Huang Yueyue's red, swollen eyes, his heart ached for her.

She turned to look at the two young people again. Huh? They were gone? Did they get off the bus? Was she just overthinking things? She gently stroked her chest, calming her frantic heartbeat.

Dan Li found the voice familiar and immediately recalled it. It was Master Xue Wen, the official from the Imperial Astronomical Bureau known for being "right one out of ten times." On the journey to the capital, his talkativeness and antics were truly one of a kind.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, before they could even rest, they heard a strange gnashing sound. It was similar to the sound of rats gnashing in the Dragon Tomb, but listening closely, one could distinguish a difference—their gnashing sound was crisper.

"Did you help the Second Young Master only because of Prince Xuan?" The moment the words left Qin Luoyu's lips, she regretted them.

"Let's go. We're heading to the Supreme Imperial Realm." Feng Linglong sensed his joy, smiled faintly, and gripped his warm hand tightly.

After stepping outside, she was still lost in thought about this question when she unexpectedly saw a familiar figure by the elevator, leaning idly against the wall and smiling faintly at her.

Fanxing provided company vehicles for all senior management—Volvos worth hundreds of thousands. This was not a perk found in ordinary companies, and it served to increase everyone's sense of collective honor and achievement.

Anna held a leather bag in one hand and linked her other arm with Wallace’s. The two walked slowly along the shore of Orchid Lake toward the northwest.

That crack was visibly tearing into a new opening. It seemed as if, in the next moment, the sky would be filled with space-time rifts as dense as a spiderweb.

With that said, he took a step forward, hoisted the still-stunned Qin Zhiyi onto his shoulder, strode into the inner chamber, threw her onto the bed, and forcefully pressed his body against hers.

Wang Dan had consciously stretched his layout extremely thin, intending to confuse the enemy—or rather, to avoid alerting Su Jie.

[Yes, I will not engage the Sejits in a head-on battle. However, if they cross this line in front of me, I will not be polite.] Baize used one of his "Eight Arms" to draw a line on the ground in front of him.

Twenty zhang away from the Zhao army, Su Jie reined in his horse and looked at the still-unconscious Fan Yuqi.

Since things had reached this point, avoiding the issue was no longer an option. He had to persuade Su Jie; otherwise, if word got back to Dai Commandery, he would certainly be viewed with suspicion by the monarch.

"Good. Since you are willing to cooperate with me, first transmit the intelligence you have to me. You know what to do, right?" Ning Chengang said.

Yu Qinghe came from a grassroots background. Even with heaven-defying cultivation, without anyone backing him, he could not control the most important frontline stronghold of the Yuanming Dynasty.

This should have been good news, but it brought Baiye Tufeng no joy at all. He was an arrogant youth, but he hadn't expected to stumble today and encounter someone even more arrogant than himself.

Looking at the four large characters on the stone tablet, Zhao Chuan could still vaguely remember the terror he felt the first time he heard Zhu Ningxin describe the Corridor of Extreme Calamity.

He had originally thought he simply lacked talent in ninjutsu, which was why he couldn't perform any techniques.

Jiang Chen scanned his surroundings and snorted coldly. With a stomp of his feet, he departed. He needed to find a place to refine the divine fruit, hoping to reach the mid-stage of the Bone-Burning Realm.

Then, external environmental factors must be critical to the Banze Treeman's growth. He was certain that the Banze Treeman had been bullied habitually back in middle school. That was why he had developed such a submissive character, just living life one day at a time.

He had just sensed an aura, fleeting and ephemeral, while simultaneously catching a blurry glimpse of a dark shadow streaking past behind him like a ghost.

He could only think that if Haruno Sakura hadn't exposed all of this, Konoha would have continued to grow stronger.

Fourteen-year-old Yagyu Shizui, her face calm, held a bamboo sword and struck the wooden training dummy. There was no "thud," but rather a booming sound as the wooden post was violently slashed away.