Chapter 22: I Am Disfigured and Cannot Be Seen

Jian Suishan, who had already settled in for the night, adjusted his attire and strode over. He paused upon seeing Shen Feiyu standing before the Maybach; he recognized the vehicle instantly. Yet, after only a momentary hesitation, he hurried toward the Cullinan, which bore license plates for three regions.

The driver opened the door, and Shen Suinian stepped out with his long legs. He was greeted with enthusiastic and attentive hospitality by Jian Suishan: "Suinian, I thought I was hallucinating when I received your message. Come, let’s go inside."

Jian Tang, who had just been preparing to step out of the car, looked at Shen Suinian in shock and confusion. Why would he do this? Everyone said that this Crown Prince of Hong Kong was cold and indifferent by nature, and that even if his own blood relatives performed for him...

"Very well, the martial arts exhibition now begins. Young Hero Yun, please demonstrate your legendary skills first," Commander Liu declared.

At that moment, Shen Lang’s thoughts stirred, and a blood-red figure detached itself from his body.

Li Zhiqiue’s words were not without merit; Shaoshao’s life had indeed been too smooth until now. The only time she had ever been injured since growing up was when she first arrived in Qing City.

During this period, Gu Changqing, emboldened by his status as a talisman master, had begun to recklessly craft high-tier spiritual talismans.

"Gentlemen, these two vegetarian dishes lack flavor. If there is anything else you desire, just say the word, and I will stir-fry it for you immediately," Master Jiang said, his face full of obsequious smiles.

At some unknown moment, a series of silver bell-like sounds drifted in—emerging from nothingness, scattered and faint, yet clear to the ear. It felt as if their very pulses were being constricted by the chiming, and everyone’s gaze gradually shifted away from the "Two Demons of Guandong."

Ever since the Prince of Qi’s estate, everything had been executed flawlessly. He had operated under the principle that "more trouble is worse than less," arranging for assassins to intercept them at a crossroads hundreds of miles away rather than trailing Li Wen and his party secretly, fearing that any extra move might invite suspicion. Who could have known that this very link would be where a grave error occurred?

Creating a Grade Five spiritual talisman requires at least one million points of mana. These ten Grade Five talismans were crafted slowly back in Kunlun Ruins, as he relied on treasure notes to gradually convert them into mana, creating them bit by bit.

Lady Wang was also fearful of Li Mugyao’s methods regarding Lady Zhou; should anyone notice, it would be difficult to handle. She could only feign curiosity as she questioned the old servant.

However, Gu Yunxi’s complexion was poor. She gripped her phone tightly, her expression flustered and helpless, her eyes filled with sorrow.

Speaking of which, Su Zixi had specifically arranged for him to find two stones similar to the "Tears of the Deep Sea" jade, precisely to deceive someone like Gu Ke.

Around Ling Fan, the tall trees and rocks melted like wax. The road became pitted and cratered, and these black substances, like acidic bullets, bombarded the earth in a barrage of fire.

Arriving at the Yihe Tavern on the South Street of Suzhou, Bandit Two was in charge of maintaining order within. When Guo Yitian saw Bandit Two, it was as if he had seen hope.

Besides, why were these Imperial Martial Spirits appearing like dumplings being dropped into a pot, one after another?

The most significant modification was equipping all Mech Hunters with Phase Fragmentation Cannons salvaged from the Protoss Immortals, with the caliber upgraded nearly twofold to match the hundred-meter height of the Mech Hunters.

These trial-takers were sturdy, young, and fierce, exuding the aura of elite warriors. They were uniformly equipped with reinforced defensive exoskeleton armor and carried greatswords, javelins, and crossbows.

As for these words from Lie Qing, and with the entire crowd’s gaze fixed on him, Bai Ce was utterly bewildered.

Bandit Two reported that the masked man had just gone to Mei Ruoxue’s house but was driven away by Guan Dadong, who had arrived just in time. Guo Yitian let out a long sigh of relief and asked if there were any irregularities within Dragon Gate. Bandit Two shook his head; if there were anything unusual, he would have notified him immediately.

Then Li Liang did not hold the ball on the perimeter to organize; instead, he drove toward the interior, truly acting as if he were a center.

Yes, twice! In addition to splashing the water used to soak catnip leaves onto Yu Lingyun’s sleeve and engineering the appearance of a white cat named Snowball on the path Yu Lingyun had to take when leaving the palace, the sour plum tea that Yu Lingyun had sipped at Feng Yiwei’s place was also tampered with—someone had put safflower juice in it.

Perhaps this is the reason why, despite both having retired from the military, one became a police chief while the other became a cement mixer.

Her gaze drifted downward, and her face flushed bright red to the roots of her neck—a certain part of Tang Feng, though being doused by cold water, remained impressively formidable.

Even with his extraordinary experiences, he shouldn't have acted with such a start-and-stop approach; a sloppy ending isn't right, is it?

Li Qiqi’s only regret was that she had not expressed her feelings at the time. If she had been a little braver, perhaps everything today would be different.

"Lingyun, won't Mother’s actions affect your plans?" Xianyun asked with some concern. She knew that Yu Lingyun was calculating many things and had been maintaining the identity of Xiuyun for specific arrangements; she was very worried that Lady Yu would affect her layout.

It was rare for An Mingxian to truly like her. Moreover, they looked like a perfect match. She hoped they would invite her to their wedding soon.

After three slaps, Qin Yunzhuang’s face was already swollen high. The clear imprint of five fingers acted like a seal, shattering all her past pride and aloofness into nothingness.

In this state, Qin Qing finally regained a shred of reason, only to discover that she was being held tightly in Wang Neng’s arms, unable to move.

In terms of combat power, they had one True Immortal and several War Gods, while the opponent was only suspected to be a True Immortal; by comparison, the gap was too vast.

Once they became powerful, those who had once oppressed them became even stronger. They dared not seek them out, but instead immediately visited the humiliation they had suffered a thousand times over upon other, weaker individuals.

Regardless, the two of them were kneeling and worshipping their ancestors; with their parents, brothers, and sisters-in-law unable to see them, it didn't matter if they took a few extra looks.

Could such a large-scale beast tide mean that all the magical beasts in the "Dwarf Wood Magic Forest" had joined in?

At the same time, the young people from various countries who had come to participate in the unified recruitment were using all their strength to offset the massive impact of the tsunami. However, under the tsunami's sweep, the dangers they faced were far from over; they might be pushed by the seawater into various obstacles, or even dragged back into the sea by the receding tide.

The Mongol tribes had a custom of holding bonfire parties. At this moment, the long-tune songs began, the horse-head fiddle sounded, and looking at the familiar, affectionate faces and the exotic dance styles by the fire, the homesickness of the Tumed mission and the sons of the Shunyi King was suddenly stirred.

Elder Shen Tu was knocked off balance and fell to the ground. The pain in his tailbone pulled him out of his stupor.

Moreover, having written so much in such a short time in one go, it was evident that Aoli had accumulated quite a bit of fear toward him.