Chapter 22

Jiang Feng sat frozen, his hand still gripping the car door handle. He had intended to open it and step out, but now he dared not move or make the slightest sound.

The three Mo family ancestors stood tense, their gazes scanning the Ancestral Dragons in every direction with vigilance. They were too busy defending themselves to even consider launching an attack.

"Mere inner demons. You Heavenly Demon cultivators are experts at provoking the inner demons of others, yet you have no idea how to overcome your own." Qi Xuanyu found it incredibly curious; Heavenly Demon cultivators were born with the ability to manipulate the inner demons of others, yet they were incapable of conquering their own.

It was precisely for this reason that the Illustrated Guide to Spirits had become even more widespread in this world than the comics were in the original one.

Ever since the Turkic split, the Turks had been oppressed by the Sui Dynasty to survive. It was Shibi who led the Turks to turn the tide, suppressing the Sui Dynasty, and the Turkic people he led became the most powerful force of that era.

The moment they saw the castle, Xu Shaotang and Teng She felt their expressions darken. Wasn't this the castle of the Ross family?

At this moment, it was no exaggeration to say that Luo Tong was "longing for the autumn water." The power held by the Governor was simply too vast and burdensome. The affairs of the three prefectures were so complex that Wang Xuance and Du He could not handle them alone, and even with his own addition—despite him being unaccustomed to such trivial matters—it remained the same.

Bai Siting stood rigid. "I want to keep myself in pain. As long as I don't let my wounds heal, you will always feel heartbroken and unable to let go!" He stiffened stubbornly.

"Stinger" was particularly curious. It extended its venomous barb and tapped on Wutong’s head, resulting in a hollow, rhythmic thudding sound.

After saying this, he cast aside all pretense of dignity, walking straight up to Nezha. Staring at the armor Nezha wore, his eyes nearly lit up with greed.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yufeng’s expression tightened, and he immediately sprinted in the direction Xicui was pointing.

Mingyue spoke these words for the benefit of everyone around her. If she were truly expected to visit every single city, it would be quite a troublesome endeavor.

The delicate handwriting on the stationery listed medicinal diet recipes: adlay porridge, lotus leaf porridge, alisma porridge, and "Three Immortals" rice, along with shepherd's purse with tofu, braised mushrooms, and aconite lamb soup.

Xu Bingtong glanced at the now-awake Elder Xu. Although she desperately wanted to stay, she turned and left, followed closely by the others.

Mu Yirong picked up his teacup with a dim look in his eyes, while Mu Yixing darted off like a monkey toward the backyard, startling the Eldest Madam, Tang, who asked what had come over him.

"This..." Lin Haohao felt a lack of confidence. For many years, he had been at odds with his parents, long ago breaking his mother's heart. While they hadn't become enemies, the situation was little better.

Once he pulled off this surgery, his fame would surely skyrocket, and patients would flock to him, seeking treatment of their own accord. When that time came, what was a mere 99 points of prestige worth?

After all, in public, Lu Ziyu could not address Abbess Tulong as "Senior Martial Sister." She did not want others to know of Lu Ziyu's background, so to the outside world, he was perceived as an ordinary disciple.

Having said this, she took out the jade bottle containing the White Marsh Pill, waved it before Ren Yuxiao’s eyes, and then presented it for him to see.

The man was extremely meticulous about his image, dressing with impeccable precision—clad in a suit, he exuded elegance and charm. His handsome face featured chiseled, three-dimensional features, and his brow hinted at an extraordinary, gentle demeanor. His deep eyes seemed to sparkle like stars, full of spirit and vitality.

"Brother, what are you saying?" Huo Meilin did not understand why Chen Qiang would say such a thing, so she made a gesture for him to be quiet.

Zeng Hao only knew that he had been walking forward relentlessly with the Ningxiang Fairy, with no idea how long they had been traveling.

Of course, building high-speed rail could stimulate the development of other industries. Some said that for every dollar invested in high-speed rail, it could drive nine dollars in related industrial output; perhaps a "super helicopter" did not possess such capability.

"By the way, it's the weekend tomorrow. What are you planning to do? Do you want to go out and have some fun?" Fan Youmin suggested. In truth, he wanted to ask Xi Yizheng, but he was too shy to speak up.

Zhu Zhu smiled without a word. She remembered that in her previous life, Zhao Guangming had rarely managed a half-month vacation. When he wanted to travel south and called Gu Xuri, no one answered, which infuriated him so much he nearly smashed his own phone.

After performing the customary bows, Master Miaoyi hurriedly signaled to those behind him to do the same. Even though the two sides were destined to be enemies, the proper etiquette could not be neglected. Disputes and insults between peers were of no consequence, but one could not treat a member of an older generation so casually.

Deng Yin’s face flashed with a hint of hatred at this, clearly struck by Ling Yun’s words, though he replied, "It is not so. This junior has endured for many years; now that I see the people of Emei, the hatred in my heart is unbearable, which is why I made this proposal." With that, he lowered his head and remained silent.

These large-caliber Krupp fortress guns were truly "grandfather-level" treasures. Zhang Xueliang couldn't even name the specific models of many of them. This batch of old German WWI cannons, purchased by the Beiyang government from Britain and France at the end of 1919, still possessed a truly shocking power.

Hearing Chen Qiang’s mix of praise and criticism, Yan Kong could only smile. It was true that he could not let go of fame and fortune, and he had spent his life chasing them. His arrival here was, to some extent, aimed at the position of Alliance Leader, though whether or not he would succeed depended on the will of heaven.

"Comrades, from now on, I will do my utmost to train you into powerful warriors. Of course, you must first be able to endure hardship; I believe you are all aware of this. Once I take over, your training will not be as relaxed as it is now. You must prepare yourselves mentally," Chen Qiang said.

Thinking of this, my spirits were instantly lifted. I circled the stone chair, observing it carefully and leaving no corner unchecked.

Regarding this model, Chen Xin continued to study and understand it, preparing to graft it onto the development of his own Ghost Legion.