22 Discovery

"Hmph... there is no one else here. Since you have already asked, if I refuse, wouldn't you just kill me?"

"I keep you in my heart every day, never daring to forget for a single moment. When the master said he was inviting you to dinner today, I began to feel nervous."

"If one were to say he is unconstrained and not a good man, then what of Li Shiyao? Working in the shadows to plot his demise—is he not hateful, or is he perhaps a gentleman?"

Qin Hao nodded. He could produce pills to push Wei Wuyia to the threshold of the Heaven Monarch realm, but it would leave his foundation fragile and hinder his future cultivation.

Unlike the guardian of that youth, however, the faces of this old man and old woman were flushed with an unhealthy red, their eyes dim—a clear sign they had suffered severe injuries.

As she neared the water's surface, she discovered a ledge on the cliffside. Grabbing the rope, she swung with all her might, landing on the small, open patch of ground.

She then changed into a lace camisole nightgown, lay down on the bed, covered herself with the quilt, and brushed her hair again, letting it fall smoothly across her shoulders.

The driver in the front was specifically provided by Qin Huinian for the household; usually, when he and Hao Ran were busy, he was responsible for letting Sister Yang pick up and drop off Tang Tang.

Yet this time, Yuzhen had unexpectedly saved her, and Lianzhen felt a sense of indebtedness, hoping to find a chance to visit Yuzhen.

She finally saw clearly through her tears the iron cages at the center of the stage, and the slaves waiting to be auctioned.

There was no need for any evasion; even the most ferocious-looking moves were nothing but a joke in Zhang Xinsheng's eyes.

As the groundwater gurgled, Ye Chen followed the underground river back along his original path, climbing the strange vines until he emerged once more into the ancient mine, letting out a long sigh of relief.

Xuan Feng unleashed his internal energy, sending the Great Hammer of Diyun flying forward. Huang Jue’s six ribs launched out again, all striking directly toward Tianzong. The three of them held nothing back; had Tianzong failed to parry, it would have been a lethal blow. One could hardly tell they were once collectively known as the Four Freaks of Nanling under the same roof.

The golden light radiating from Ye Chen’s skull intensified. The sound of the white skull striking the great tree grew even louder, causing the entire tree to shudder.

He had only ever seen such blade techniques in movie plots; he never expected them to exist in reality.

A thunderous roar shook the heavens, the earth, and the mountains. A crimson greatsword slashed toward the surging floodwaters. With this single massive strike, the torrent was cleft in two, carving out a waterless path several meters wide.

An image of a robed figure suddenly flashed in Ye Chen’s mind, and he immediately realized it was Elder Yi, so he let out a shout.

The entire arena fell into silence. Mazi suddenly whipped his head around and roared at the burly man, "Stop faking it! I'll double your pay, did you hear me!" His eyes were bloodshot, his face a mask of hysteria.

"Mmph... mmph..." Muffled sounds of struggle broke the brief silence, and the scene before Zhang Xinsheng’s eyes was one of utter chaos.

The poisoned spirit beasts, possessing constitutions far superior to humans, recovered completely within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

The latter rolled her eyes at him, as if saying, "Oh, my dear old friend, your identity as a giant's half-breed has truly inflicted great damage upon your intelligence."

What they were able to do also required a few things; they could not find the words to describe how to speak of this matter.

Cheng Yue led Prince Yu into the Fifth Prince's bedchamber. A scent hit them—a raw, pungent odor, somewhat like oysters, yet not quite. It was peculiar, to say the least. Cheng Yue frowned, glanced at Lord Wang, and then retrieved three scrolls from beneath the quilt on the inner side of the couch, all painted on cloth.

Nuan Hujia bowed to Zuo Hui, who returned the gesture perfunctorily before confidently walking into the spell formation.

After drinking a few sips of porridge, Bai Su took out her phone to browse for a while, not expecting a WeChat message from Qin Zhao to pop up first.

At night, the rain had stopped. On the summit of Taiqiu Mountain, Li Changqing and Li Changji stood side by side, facing a sea of clouds.

Hearing the words of Qing Yun, the sect leader of Tianxuan, Ye Wuchen felt quite surprised. He wondered where the man’s confidence came from.

If those attacking the mountain were loose cultivators, they might have paused the battle to first attempt to break open these buildings.

"Haha, I’ve done it!" Mo rejoiced, elated to find he could finally control the demonic sword.

"Is there anyone else who wishes to spar with this Hall Master?" Murong Qingran swept her gaze over the crowd indifferently. The crowd began to whisper again; to be honest, they hadn’t even seen clearly how Mingying had been defeated, which left them somewhat intimidated.

A-Zhi nodded. He turned to leave, but suddenly looked back at Shiba and said, "Master, I would like to have a match with you. What do you think?" His answer was the fist of Shiba’s Hitmonchan.

Figopas had indeed restrained his subordinates from leaking the video, but who could restrain Zhang Wei from posting it?

"Hmph, what if I do know? You have cultivated in the mortal realm for over two thousand years and could have taken the step to ascend to the Immortal Realm long ago. Why have you delayed? Is it not because you want to temper your bloodline and ascend to the form of a Phoenix? Can this master not have his own ambitions?" Venerable Qihu sneered, making no effort to hide his greed.

Arthur had become Megan's nightmare. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't compare to a single finger of Arthur's.

The horizon gradually turned a pale, fish-belly white. After Murong Qingran and the others awoke, they packed their bags and boarded the carriage to continue their journey. They spent the night in a hunter’s hut and did not reach the Xuanyuan border city of Yucheng until the late night of the third day.

Seeing Arthur’s gloomy face, Scarlett knew she had spoken out of turn. Her words were tantamount to insulting Arthur as well.

"Why haven't we found him yet? Could something have happened to Feng'er?" Han Feng frowned, worry written all over his face.

Venerable Qihu was stunned, then overjoyed. Long’er’s words made it clear: as long as he helped prevent others from continuing to refine Xiao Cheng, he would receive Long’er’s assistance to transform into a White Tiger. The underlying implication was that Long’er could still help him transform, and as for which demon was "fated," that was entirely at Long’er’s whim.

"Uh, no, it's something else!" As he spoke, Wang Xuan stepped forward, closing the distance to the thousand-year shark to within five meters.

These... did Han Lin make them himself? For a heaven-favored son like him, who usually had someone specially prepare his breakfast, to actually make it himself? This left Bei Lixi feeling astonished.

Yet now, she realized that the hardest part was not the act of speaking out, but the moment spent waiting for his reply.