Chapter 22

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Now, facing a Nascent Soul cultivator who had truly reached the pinnacle of Body Refinement, he could still rely on the experience accumulated during that stage to compete with Zuo Chou despite the disadvantage in strength.
Lin Kongkong, while eating her bread, couldn’t help but smile. Perhaps she could not decide her own life, but she could decide how to live it.
For this meeting, Shang Feng broke protocol to grant Xi’an the rank of clan head, making him a Yellow Hat Official overnight. Though Liu Dawu’s words seemed polite, the intelligence-gathering ability he revealed left Xi’an deeply astonished.
A subtle yet powerful force came forth, and Ling Qingrui involuntarily fell backward. She could no longer hold the pot of chrysanthemums in her hands; with a swishing sound, it flew behind her, yet the sound of it breaking never came.
Just as the words fell, Feng Chi, clad in sturdy attire, leapt out from the bamboo grove, blocking Bing Po’s path. His long whip flicked like a living serpent’s tongue, intertwining with his opponent’s attack.
She showed a look of regret; only by devouring the flesh and essence of a Divine King had she managed to ascend one level.
Everyone at the Office formed a large circle, arranged in staggered positions, scattered yet forming a surrounding formation.
Seeing that person trying to incite the common folk at such a moment, Li Xin was filled with anger. He grabbed him up again, and amidst the man’s pig-like cries of “kill to silence,” tore off the beard on his face.
Having slain a Celestial God, it felt like a trivial matter to her; she was not excited in the slightest.
“Why?” Ling Qingrui asked in puzzlement, only to suddenly realize that by asking this, she was admitting she owed Ling Xiao gold. She immediately flicked her sleeve in annoyance and moved forward.
This time, Nan Feng did not relent but stared straight at the Moon Yin Primordial Lord, waiting for her to answer, forcing her to respond.
Han Ke deliberately mentioned Li Xiaotian because he had not forgotten the promise he once made to him. Whether or not he met Du Zhaohui was one thing, but since he had, this was a chance to clarify matters, and Han Ke would do his utmost.
Feeling Su Wenwen’s sudden gesture, Han Ke felt comforted. They embraced, feeling the synchronized beating of their hearts.
After entering the city, Nan Feng began to look around for elderly men. Luoyang had been renamed Luzhou decades ago, and the street names had changed. Only the elders might know the old addresses carved on the wooden plaques.

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A robust, dark-skinned man sat there without even sparing Dongzi a glance, merely snorting and saying, “Even if I agreed.”
I was slammed hard against the city wall. Though it didn’t kill me, it certainly left me in pain for quite some time.
Although each sect attending had a pavilion, not every sect accepted disciples. Some did not take in a single one; newcomers were chased away without a chance to speak.
“I’m not here to fight you, you brat! I’m here to get someone,” I said, pointing at Li Tengfei, who was dressed in prison clothes.
However, before Han Ke could speak, Li Fei’er, lying nearby, suddenly rose, encircling Han Ke’s neck with one arm and pulling him down, then straddled him.
“Just now, didn’t you notice both Blood Wolf Emperors claimed the other struck first? Judging by this, do you think one of them is lying, or is there another hidden truth?” Mu Zifei asked slowly after calming down Honglin.
Su Qingran brought Nangong Yuan to a room she had booked early that morning, right next door for convenience.
I usually—this time Shen Qiu also seemed to be going to see that so-called Lord of the Underworld. I was just worried about not finding him.
Jiang Youling was just a newcomer. She didn’t speak much or seek the spotlight, keeping a low profile, only responding politely when asked questions.
Wu Xiaoyue booked business-class seats. Compared to second class, which had five seats per row, this row of three was much more spacious. Wu Xiaoyue reserved seats together with someone, and from their meeting to departure, her smile never faded.
Gazing into the void where space twisted rapidly like boiling water ripples, Li Yang’s eyes narrowed. Countless black vines intertwined like spider webs within the space. A force of time and space spread through heaven and earth, quickly calming the disturbed space stirred by Jiang Chen.
I reached out and touched it; it seemed ordinary. Then I knocked twice: “dong dong.” The bark seemed hollow inside.
On her wedding day, late at night, the original owner ran off to Gu Erlang’s room. By the next day, the entire village knew that Su Shi was climbing into her eldest cousin’s bed. Her reputation was destroyed overnight, and she and Gu Jin were driven out.
“What, my car?” Xiang Yang was taken aback. “You’re not joking, right?” Holding the keys, he glanced at the new car before turning to Wu Xiaoyue.

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He had been selling Floating Life Brew for many years, but because no one bought it, business at the shop gradually declined. Actually, incidents like this happened to him every day.
Lu’s family really wanted to eat, nagging for a long time, but because Gu Jinghong hadn’t returned, and Master Gu hadn’t called for dinner, she could only watch the meat and swallow silently.
It didn’t sound like good news. Ji Liunian leaned against the bonsai, not planning to cause trouble.
This must be a ghost apparition. Although Chen Feng didn’t open his Heavenly Eye, his eyesight after cultivation allowed him to faintly see things invisible to ordinary people. He didn’t bother to waste time on it.
By the time they arrived at the airport, night had fallen. The two of them grabbed some dinner casually before the broadcast announced boarding.
Gu Cheng looked at the panicked Liunian, holding her in his arms. He felt her trembling, as if she had encountered something terrifying.
She turned back angrily, only to see a cold wind blow through the sky, scattering countless blood-red rose petals that gently fell upon a stunningly handsome man in red not far away.
His fiancée was being proposed to by the emperor. Any man would have gone mad with rage. If Gu hadn’t cared about Li Qianzi investigating within the palace, he would have already massacred the imperial court.
Later, Kangxi drank this tea and found it excellent. From then on, Bi Luo Chun became famous throughout the world. After Fu Lin settled in Hanyang City and established his foundation, he couldn’t give up the tea-drinking habits from later generations, hence he learned that tea existed even in the Eastern Han dynasty.
Upon hearing these words, Yu Lu smiled happily in Ming Nan’s arms, tears glistening in her eyes. She had never imagined that one day she would hear such vows.