Volume 1, Chapter 22: An Effective Showdown

Ye Qingyu’s gaze drifted toward Ye Qingchen. Her slender, willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a subtle, almost imperceptible dark glint flashed through her beautiful eyes.

Fahai was indeed difficult to kill. Although the Green Snake and the White Snake ultimately flooded Jinshan Temple, defeating him remained an immense challenge, let alone ending his life.

Wang Feng had yet to encounter the profound and elusive state of mind. Naturally, he could not deeply empathize with how mental barriers hindered cultivation; he simply felt that everything was natural and followed its own course, even giving rise to the absurd notion that as long as he desired it, his cultivation could surge forward triumphantly.

Shen Xici was not offended when she pulled away. He lay down in the same posture beside her, choosing not to interrupt her words and contenting himself with being a good listener.

The radiance of the Spirit Gathering Array dimmed once more, and the number of human cultivators on the battlefield grew fewer and fewer...

"Boss, we can finally be teammates!" Qin Yueyang was ecstatic, his excitement so palpable he was practically dancing.

Yi Yue guessed that the term "protein block" referred to some kind of food. She looked at the plastic-wrapped drink in her hand and gave it a squeeze.

Seeing the snot and tears on L’s shoulder, M’s face turned bright red instantly. She reached for a handkerchief to wipe it off, but L stopped her, saying the clothes had to be washed anyway, so there was no need to dirty another handkerchief.

G was truly a master at finding reasons to be happy amidst heavy circumstances.

A-Yu stepped off the carriage using a footstool, feeling somewhat anxious. This was the palace annex; if he did not come out to greet her in person, then who would?

There were many onlookers gathered, but in their eyes, the outcome of this match was a foregone conclusion—Wu Yonghao would undoubtedly win.

Thinking this, Xu Yanwu sat down directly under the tree, pricking up his ears to listen intently to the conversation between Kallen and Yae Sakura.

Farideh rarely held children because he only liked Ragdoll cats. Thus, he sat on the sofa with a stiff body, his expression indifferent as he gazed down at the baby in his arms who was gnawing on a tiny white foot. He felt thoroughly uncomfortable, yet he could not help but feel that the milky scent emanating from the child could dispel the melancholy and darkness deep within his heart.

The Wang family’s cemetery, however, was quite different. Although each tomb appeared to have been passed down in an orderly fashion, there was none of the grandeur typically associated with a large clan. Every tomb was extremely ordinary, with decorations that could at best be described as typical for the common classes of their respective eras, and there were no signs of any subsequent renovations.

Even Sasuke, who was ahead, pricked up his ears. He had to admit that the man was incredibly powerful; perhaps only by following him could he learn the methods to defeat him.

The moment the black jade dagger surged with shadow magic, it seemed unable to bear the internal power, crumbling into dust and dissipating into the air. Immediately afterward, a dark, ink-like blade mark manifested in the space where the dagger had passed, shooting forward.

"On the day Sister Sakura was sealed, I had actually already awakened... The deity healed my wounds after the ritual, so once they left, I followed them."

Lan Tian had stayed at home for two days last time and had not returned since, only showing up on the afternoon of New Year's Eve.

Hearing that Elder Dude had specifically named his sister to hand him over, Ling Shang’s beautiful violet eyes flickered. He lowered his gaze, his expression cold and aloof, revealing no emotion, though deep down, he felt a sense of trepidation.

After the two returned to the police station and reported their findings, a new face appeared in the office the next day—someone from the city’s Economic Investigation Brigade. This time, their station was responsible for providing support, while the Economic Investigation Brigade took charge of overall control and command, aiming to uproot the entire pyramid scheme network.

Inside the *Elseu*, everyone was at their respective posts, their attention focused entirely on Ceres, who was floating in mid-air.

Wu Yi watched the smiling Huang Yulai, but a flash of doubt crossed his eyes. He felt that Huang Yulai’s smile seemed somewhat forced, and judging by his complexion, he did not appear to be very happy at all.

This time, Huo Xinchen did not take action for nearly half a month, lingering instead within the safe zone. He wanted to test the full extent of this area and set up his own defenses.

"Is that so? Then I'll leave it to you." Irina rose from her seat and walked toward the elevator without looking back.

The black night curtain covered countless unknown instances of filth and helplessness. The moon in the sky was somewhat hazy, yet it stared stubbornly at the earth, as if harboring some lingering resentment. In an upscale community in the capital, a massive, luxurious villa was brightly lit.

"The Ancient Moon God Clan within the Myriad Heavens God Race!" Ling Caier and Ling Lianrou exchanged glances. "We understand."

After Han Hui conceded, she did not act like some sore losers who would make a scene or insist on continuing the game until they achieved victory.

Only after Wu Yi and Wu Jiang had walked far away did the smile on Wu Jialuo’s face gradually fade.

"Is it impossible to repair at all?" Wang Yue’s pretty face was filled with disappointment. If even an eighth-grade high-level artifact refiner could not fix it, would this Myriad Heavens Sky-Piercing Shuttle ever have a chance to return to its former glory?

Wang Qing knew that this mission was a failure. Amidst his disappointment, he took one last deep look, then a burst of intense black light erupted from his body, and he vanished from everyone’s sight in an instant.

Ye Feng remained indifferent. He stepped using the Void-Walking Footwork, his sword splitting like drifting clouds, and he floated toward Duan Yanqing like lightning. Duan Yanqing responded accordingly, pointing his iron staff to unleash a One-Finger Zen strike.

Outside the camp, the sun was bright and the autumn breeze gently blew, fluttering the hem of his long robes and giving him an elegant, ethereal air.

Seeing this 'Xue Sha' begin to chant, I was slightly startled. Could she be planning to use magic on us?

With the release of the "Sorrowful Wind," the Xixia *Yipintang* faction, having already consumed the antidote, remained unharmed. However, the Beggar Gang was not so fortunate; everyone, including Tan Gong, Tan Po, Zhao Qiansun, and the Iron-Faced Judge Shan Zheng, who had not yet departed, fell victim to the poison and began to teeter.

It would not be an exaggeration to call it mutual exploitation. If the terms she proposed were attractive enough, I wouldn't mind; after all, everything was for the sake of the Heavy Rain.

In her desperation, Su Xiyi quietly climbed out of bed and went over to poke Deng Meiji, who was still fast asleep.

"Sealed up? That's the key." Mo Mo curled her lips into a smile, feeling that she was finally onto something.

Suddenly, Xu Zuoyan realized what this Cai Guowei was planning. A lump of frustration welled up in his chest. He hadn't even settled the score for the humiliation from last time, and now this old pervert was pulling this stunt again, which instantly ignited Xu Zuoyan’s fury.