Chapter 22

Seeing this, she instructed the two burly men to amuse themselves, then swayed her snake-like waist toward the corner where Chu Yang was sitting.

Da Deng felt remorse in his heart, but he did not regret the accidental killing of the thousands of innocent people below. In the eyes of a cultivator, mortals are no more than pigs or dogs, and the common people are as worthless as blades of grass.

The precious sword shattered, and the true energy contained within it exploded uncontrollably, blasting Zheng Xinyi away.

To prevent any stragglers from continuing to contact Jiang Qiuhong, Wu Yong had already entrusted Jiang Yuebai to cancel the number she had set up for her. He also urged her that as soon as Jiang Qiuhong returned, she must immediately block the accounts of those pyramid scheme recruiters on QQ and WeChat; it would be even better if she changed her number entirely.

As they spoke, Aunt Xue had already brought Xiao Ziyi forward. Upon seeing Xiao Ziyi, Xia Jinxi’s body suddenly trembled.

Bai Weiwei looked coldly at Brier’s excitement and gave a frigid smile, just about to have the system cut off his "bits."

"The strange thing is that I cannot taste the scent of my clan in your blood. What do you think?" Ye Xueying was stunned. What? You bit me just to taste my blood, and from that, you can tell I don’t have Wa clan genes? Is that for real?

Therefore, all the reference materials on hand were the family records of the Atlans and those of Ceci’s older brother.

"Hahaha, Xiao Tian, you didn’t think my men would find you, did you?" One-Eyed E pointed at Xiao Tian, acting incredibly arrogant.

I shook my head with a bitter smile, thinking to myself that I didn’t know who had been so fierce last night; if my wounds had been any more severe, I probably wouldn’t even have been able to get out of bed.

"My nephew... my nephew will be fine, right?" Zhuang Jiping asked Li Gengxin in a weak, listless voice.

"Actually, I’m not sure how this vote will turn out either, but how about this? I’ll offer a compromise," Yan Mozhu said slowly to Yang Hongli and Li Gengxin.

The God of Cookery had returned, yet he remained in a slumber. He had been by Li Gengxin’s side all along, never leaving him, remaining in the shadows and silently protecting him.

The most important thing was that this was our family’s territory; if something went wrong, we would bear some responsibility, and responsibility is the most troublesome thing. You should understand why I feel this way. Hao Meimei stated this so righteously that Xiao Yi felt embarrassed to even reproach her.

After giving birth prematurely to her younger brother, her mother’s health had been poor. Compounded by her inner sorrow and her father returning every few days to demand money, she withered away on her sickbed and passed away after three years.

If Qu Mubai had not seen it with his own eyes, he never would have imagined that a young cultivator at the middle stage of the Gathering Realm could achieve such a feat.

...For several consecutive days, no new missions for the Night Hawk Legion were discovered. As for the mission in Afghanistan, no one ended up taking it.

Hearing that Cheng Jia had returned, Zhou Shaojin let out a sigh of relief. She felt that this was the Li Jing she had in mind: he did not use his power to oppress others and always placed Cheng Jia in the most important position.

Yao Xuanhu knew clearly that he could not hold on for much longer. The only reason he had not taken his last breath was that he wanted to see his precious grandson.

When Brother Ye heard Zhu Gaochi speak like this, he knew there was a chance, for as the saying goes: eat until eighty percent full, and speak with seventy percent reservation. Zhu Gaochi was a man of status—the future emperor of the Great Ming—so when words reached this point, it meant everything was settled; everything was okay.

For a time, the entire Great Han was bustling with activity. Everyone, dragging their families along, rushed toward Nanyang in hopes of getting their loved ones into the immortal sect. Only the people in the provinces still caught in the midst of war felt miserable, secretly lamenting that they would miss out on this round of recruitment.

After speaking, the U.S. Army lieutenant collapsed, as if all his strength had been exhausted. He could only crawl on the ground, clutching his chest and panting slightly.

"If saying 'I don't remember' or 'I was being controlled' can excuse one's crimes, then that would truly be wonderful." The one speaking sarcastically was Xiaoyao, who was leaning against the stone wall with his arms crossed, watching Buyu.

In the distant sky, a streak of light was flying rapidly toward this location. The few Nascent Soul stage cultivators had already sensed the aura of the cultivator on that streak. "The aura of a cultivator at the peak of the late Dan-Formation stage! Could it be someone coming to join our Star-Sun Island’s cultivation forces?" one Nascent Soul cultivator murmured, looking up.

"Of course I like it! This place is simply Tao Yuanming’s Peach Blossom Spring!" Brother Ye looked at the elegant, beautiful surroundings and blurted out.

It had been more than half a year since he left. Even when he returned to Hailing a few days ago, Qin Tian had not gone home. Thinking of the two old people spending the festival alone, to be honest, it was impossible for Qin Tian not to feel some heartfelt emotion at this moment.

For a time, the sound of explosions, the pungent smell of gas, and intense light assaulted the area within a five-meter radius. Through the thick smoke came the violent coughing and angry shouts of "Black Skin" and his men.

He stood in mid-air above the head of the Fire Cloud Beast, his disheveled hair fluttering in the wind, his murderous aura soaring to the heavens. With eyes colder and crueler than ice, he looked exactly like a terrifying demon god from the depths of the nether hell.

"Hmph..." Zhao Yi’s face turned cold. As he channeled the Supreme Pure Yang Technique, the internal energy between his mouth and nose resonated in a special way with his voice, causing the air to ripple instantly with Zhao Yi at the center.

While they spoke, Huang Qi’s two younger brothers had already driven the price up to 400 million. Everyone could basically see that this was a farce; anyone with eyes could tell these two fellows were just hyping it up.

Lin Ansheng did not state her thoughts directly; instead, she turned the passive into the active, throwing a much sharper question at Di Mingye.

Lai Qiaoyue snorted through her nose at Yang Yunyan, who was bowing and curtsying to her, and then spoke.

The Imperial Grandson’s appetite was truly growing larger and larger. If the Ministry of Revenue, overseen by his father, had an income of 800,000 taels of silver a month, he would probably wake up laughing in his sleep.

Li Chenlan, Li Fengxian, and Elder Meng were the same—they felt a sense of pride and happiness to be acquainted with Lin Ansheng.

"Brother Yu, this is a grievance between these two teams. Do not get involved. If you want to cause trouble, the two of us will accompany you!" A cold shout rang out; it was Fang Shiren and Feng Wenxian who had stepped out, speaking frostily.