23. The Play (1)

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Ever since her duel with Luo Yunxi, Li Ling had been harboring deep resentment over the outcome for a long time. After weighing her thoughts repeatedly, she decided against leaving the mountain villa immediately and walked toward the main house with a calm expression. Because she had spent several days in the mountains and woods, her body was covered in dirt, so she changed the water in the tub and bathed twice.

She stepped forward and, with a wave of her hand, moved Gu Zixi’s head back into Pei Sheng’s arms. They must have known a little something; perhaps they did not know who exactly, but they knew where to begin their search.

At this moment, the war had subsided slightly, but the Zerg could strike back at any time. It was the perfect time for the human command to deploy robots to set up a warning line across this star system. The crowd was buzzing with discussion; almost everyone present were top-tier figures of the Jiayun Empire, and for them, this matter was a source of genuine worry and lingering fear.

A sound like a bell chime emanated from the Seven-Star Green Dragon Ginseng. Immediately after, the roots on its body trembled, and its entire form swelled rapidly, transforming into its true shape in an instant. Mei Wanli placed his hand on Wan’er’s belly, closed his eyes, and began to perceive with all his heart.

The noisy chatter in the square ceased. All eyes were fixed on the sect’s main hall. A middle-aged man in purple-gold Taoist robes walked out first, his eyes naturally revealing a look of disdain. Behind him followed twelve sect leaders and elders dressed in purple-red robes.

After glancing at the conceding Dongmen Qi, Ka Bayuan turned his gaze toward Zhao Ming in the VIP stands, his eyes filled with provocation and fiery fighting spirit.

Yang Jian was lying on his hospital bed with his right arm bandaged. The doctor said that due to excessive blood loss, he needed to be hospitalized for observation for a few days to prevent any complications. However, Yang Jian knew his own body well; although he had been gashed by the giant python and had lost quite a bit of blood, it certainly did not amount to severe blood loss.

Jorim’s ability finally came in handy here. If he could keep watch during the night, the others’ safety would be greatly increased. Daylight was the time the darkness feared most; the user of the Black Compass would certainly not appear. As long as they could survive the night, this method would be feasible.

Cangming emitted a red light once more, enveloping Zhao Ming. The sword flickered and vanished, reappearing inside the Imitation Immortal Hall. Zhao Ming controlled Cangming to descend slowly. Once it landed on the floor of the hall and he confirmed there was no danger, he finally breathed a deep sigh of relief.

"Boom...!" A deafening roar resounded as the giant wind tunnel barrier wrapping around the mountain beast was suddenly shattered on the spot.

This kowtow was to thank my master for all these years of upbringing. I do not know what will happen on the path ahead, but I will surely remember Master’s great kindness for the rest of my life. At this moment, everyone was at their wits' end, so they thought of the highly respected old gentleman, Weichi Bangu—the very man who had convinced them to hold the martial arts tournament for the lotus all those years ago.

"Yes, Brother is right. Why don’t we head to the Xia Family Trading Firm first?" Xia Mingfeng nodded and said to the three of them.

But Jiang Luo would never have guessed that the high and mighty High Priest had developed a murderous intent toward him for some unknown reason. Jiang Chen had no idea what kind of psychological struggle his mother was experiencing outside.

At this moment, the Ninth Prince, who had remained silent all along, suddenly spoke coldly to the young man in blue beside him.

Shui Qinghua stared fixedly at the screen embroidered with a galloping horse by the bedside. Shock, fear, and disbelief flooded her, mixed with memories of her past life, surging like a tide that drowned and crushed her.

And the moment Xiao Longyue admitted that she wanted to invite Lin Luo to a movie, it meant she had become the "lower-value" party. Suddenly, the low sound of drums and gongs echoed, and dozens of tents lit up as if activated by sound.

In the twelfth year of Jian'an, Gongsun Kang killed Yuan Shang and Yuan Xi, then presented their heads to Cao Cao, for which he was appointed General of the Left and Marquis of Xiangping.

It could not only protect a faction, ensuring peace, favorable weather, and prosperity, but also allow it to grow strong without disaster.

A gold-embossed lighter flew past Hao Yang’s ear, completely cutting off the words she had yet to speak. At that moment, a subordinate burst into the conference room and rushed toward Anthony in a panic.

Over the years, Minzhong County had become a major port. Ships trading from thousands of miles away would dock here. Coupled with the fact that years ago, someone had set sail from here and discovered a new route to the Isle of Sunrise, it attracted a great number of people eager to make a fortune every year.

In the following days, facing a series of test results, Ruweike confessed everything without reservation, not even hiding his identity as a Scion of Decay.

Dingbei County was not far from Fu'an Pass and even closer to Luofeng Slope. Logically, if the several tons of explosives buried at Luofeng Slope were to detonate, Dingbei County would surely be able to hear and feel it.

"A water tank?" Bi Jing was stunned for a moment. Shouldn't they look for the 'White Paper Fan' first? After all, someone like a strategist or a chief of staff—the kind of person who gives advice—is always the most important, right? But seeing Qiao Feng stride in heroically, Bi Jing could not ask more and moved his fat legs to follow closely behind.

Therefore, Daoist Ancestor Hongjun was naturally filled with gratitude toward Zhou Xuan, a fellow Daoist who had saved him from such dire straits.

"This... this... how is this possible?" Jia Zheng’s face turned deathly pale, and his legs went weak, nearly causing him to collapse. Fortunately, Jia Huan, who was behind him, stepped forward to support him and helped him sit down on a chair.