Chapter 22: Possessed

“Hmph! You think I would believe your words? Don’t dream. I advise you to tell me about my brother sooner rather than later, or I won’t let you off today!” I said, tightening the ink cartridge once more, thinking that with the help of the White Fox and Feizi, it shouldn’t be much of a problem.

That posture, that aura—it was clearly someone fluffing a cotton cushion, trying to make it softer.

Li Lingyun’s right hand suddenly stopped trembling. If Lingsi was retaliating against him because of King Rui’s matter, then he accepted it.

How to proceed next—so far, things had gone smoothly. Zhang Shouren, who had always been prudent and resourceful, found himself somewhat puzzled, even confused.

Elder Yunji, a late-stage transformation deity stationed at Hanyun Valley, had grown increasingly worried over the past six months as the situation there worsened. Amidst this, he received news that Penglai was about to emerge.

The governess had already been dismissed by Princess Chuyun, and Xia Lixi intended to continue her studies on her own, so she had to find a way herself.

My junior brother and the man in white appeared as well. Seeing this, they joined forces and effortlessly leapt forward.

Penglai had almost slipped from memory. Yunji had once seen Black Flame in a dream crafted by the Eleven Institutes. His shock was due to Penglai’s ability to wield it, and deep down, Yunji understood the source of the fear he instinctively felt.

Jinjian Tian was somewhat surprised but continued to build his momentum. Their confrontation was like a collision between a golden orb and a white orb, stunning the entire Tian Nan Tavern.

Liu Feng’s lips curled into a smile as he happily grabbed a handful of grain, selecting the largest and fullest kernel to pop into his mouth, savoring the unique fragrance imbued with earth and sweat.

He drew in a deep breath through his teeth. “How should I put this? Actually, I have something I wanted to tell you... but seeing your current state, I feel a bit embarrassed. Maybe never mind—?” He lifted his eyelids slightly, watching my reaction.

His increasing strength made him feel his decision was right. Surely, after some time, he would be able to break through to a new level again.

“I’ll go lure them into the formation. Sister Yuyan, you just stay nearby and prepare to activate it,” Shangguan Feiyan said resolutely.

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He Zilan in the Chang’an Palace was unaware that she was already being targeted. Receiving gifts repeatedly from Consort De, even if she lacked worldly savvy, she knew they were not without the Emperor’s tacit approval.

It was just dismissal time; classmates were out shopping or eating, inevitably passing through the school gates.

“Not bad at all,” Dongfang Xiao felt very satisfied. For a first battle, achieving such results was already quite impressive. Without hesitation, he subdued the other bandits as well. One by one, they were tied up and interrogated by Dongfang Xiao and his group.

As the saying goes, when you like someone, everything about them is pleasing; when you don’t, even their breath seems superfluous.

The alchemists in the audience paid no attention to what was happening at Yaolin’s side. Their focus was entirely on the newly appeared second-tier potion. Even while discussing among themselves, they failed to notice that the potion’s creation was already in its final step.

Ascending the stone steps before the inner gate of the mountain, every step facing the visitor was carved with a Tai Chi symbol formed by two entwined fish.

“Uh...” I was about to compose myself, but the growl of the hungry monster in my stomach betrayed me.

“My name is Lingyun,” I said helplessly, looking at the god of light before me.

“Of course you can. As my student, literacy is very important,” Lingyun said, reaching out to rub Meihong’s head.

Though the Yan family patriarch had reached the venerable age of a hundred, he was vigorous and walked with strength. To those unfamiliar with him, he might appear well-preserved and seem no older than sixty.

Tang Yuan was quite idle at work; most tasks were handled by the deputy director, leaving the director with nothing but the signature authority of the highest leader.

Li Hao naturally had no objections. After obtaining the contract, he passed everything to them, letting them handle it on their own.

The situation continued to deteriorate. Soon, at least half of the Crane Clan members declared they were exhausted and demanded rest, sitting on the ground refusing to move.

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Chive Soup Dumpling refused to believe he could only deal one point of damage and swung his weapon fiercely at the boss again.

Unfortunately, the chances of triggering these tasks were abysmally low. Main story and plot quests had been triggered and completed by some players, with rewards posted on forums, inciting envy. But no one had ever seen, let alone completed, an S-rank quest.

Ye Nan’s actions had already provoked his dignity, instantly arousing a strong murderous intent toward Ye Nan.

Ma Yuan had long obtained Xiuyun’s photo and had fallen for her at first sight, eagerly anticipating their date.

A powerful shockwave blasted apart soft flesh and shells alike, forming a giant mushroom cloud rising high.

He planned not only to sell Qingzhou’s elite clay to the two companies controlled by the underworld in Yong’an and Xin’an but also to dismantle Hehuang, erasing this century-old enterprise completely.

The overwhelming empathy surged through her organs. Were it not for some miraculous power shielding her, she would have died countless times over.

As they spoke, a carriage slowly approached through the swirling snow. Then Liuzi and Vivi stepped down, clad in thick fur coats with cloaks over them—like beauties stepping out of a painting, betraying no sign of their thirties.

Nine years was neither long nor short. Lin Zhen’s cultivation of the fifth layer of life genes was insufficient, but it allowed him to deeply comprehend the layered combat techniques imparted by the Lone Star Fisherman.

Entering the room, Ning Yi was lifting a spoon to his mouth, feeding himself rice porridge. Xigua heard his unintelligible mumbling—his choice of words somewhat coarse.

Yan Fei took the letter, noticing the envelope was unsealed and bore the words “For Yan Fei!” printed boldly. His heart stirred as he opened it and drew out a sheet of paper. As he pulled it out, several photographs slipped from the envelope.