Chapter 23: A Night Well Spent Together

Having spoken to this extent, if it were Liu Meng, with his temperament, he would have already charged at Ye Cheng with his broadsword raised. But as the master of the Dragon Tiger Hall, Feng Buyan could not act so recklessly. Though she had already broken through to the pinnacle of the Earth Realm, she always believed that there were always greater powers and stronger people in the world; Dragon Tiger Hall was formidable, but there would inevitably be organizations more powerful than her own.

Fight? Feng Buyan...

She could not afford to think further. Instinctively, she rushed over and caught him in time, pressing his acupoints to staunch the bleeding, one hand supporting his head, the other his waist. Her usually cold face was now unable to hide her worry.

Masato Denshu’s expression darkened, “Most treasures used to suppress fate are born innately; it’s difficult to craft them later. You were originally nothing but a primordial embryo, but after merging with that spiritual root and upgrading to an immortal artifact, you truly gained the power to stabilize fate.” Older sister’s encounters in her previous life were all the result of past causes and effects.

In fact, he was above me and I below him; if we fought, I would be at a disadvantage, almost as if someone were riding on my neck and pummeling me.

“Did you just contact Steward Chi?” Cheng Xuan didn’t want to be jealous, yet he knew his words carried a note of bitterness. There was nothing he could do—thinking of his partner’s connection with Chi Xuanqi’s primordial spirit, he couldn’t restrain his negative emotions.

Suddenly, Guo Zhi roared, and with that roar, a powerful force burst forth from his body.

Normally, this teleportation jade pendant could only be used when Ao Sa City faced life and death, but somehow, Chu Yi seemed extremely dangerous to Gu Lie.

Lin Cheng was released and slumped to the side. This man’s face bore hopelessness and regret; how could I describe that blank look? Remorse? Regret for missed chances?

Within the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, in the distant sky, purple-gold light flashed. A figure streaked through the sky, wrapped in a purple-gold radiance. Within it, one could glimpse a person clad in a phoenix-winged purple-gold crown, locked purple-gold armor, cloud-threaded shoes, and a long beard reaching his chest.

“Princess Nuoyao, don’t be anxious.” Lin Chuju paid no heed to Nan Nuoyao’s provocation, sitting quietly, waiting for the musician to arrive.

“…That damned bald thief, he’s truly depraved. Is he trying to destroy the world?” Li Jiuzhen’s face was filled with hatred.

“What’s wrong with the president? Why isn’t he going in?” It was truly cold outside; the weather report said today was the coldest day in Shanghai in fifty years.

The Fire Beast King noticed Wu Fan immediately. Outside the mountain-protecting formation, it paced back and forth, clearly agitated and uneasy, ramming the Kirin Sect’s protective barrier with its entire body repeatedly. Though the formation retaliated countless times, the Fire Beast King seemed oblivious to pain, recklessly smashing itself against it.

This time, the Ao family was preparing to use the Prophet’s great divination to search for the murderer of their son.

Led by staff, Zhou Bai walked toward the prepared vehicle. The nearby journalists, who had been waiting impatiently, would never let him slip away, quickly crowding around and thrusting microphones forward, firing questions one after another.

“Darling, have you forgotten your purpose?” Jing Xiang reminded mischievously, and sure enough, his beloved snapped out of their bliss.

This armored bird was carefully chosen as the most suitable candidate. Its resistance was perfect—ten types of resistance, immune to poison and ground types, quadruple resistance to bug and grass, only doubly vulnerable to fire and electric types.

As Lin Ye made to leave, the elders present grew anxious.

This is what it means to boast and get struck by lightning—even if he didn’t do it deliberately, they all attended the same school, and to show up at his own film screening wearing glasses on stage was enough to provoke everyone’s wrath.

“Let’s go,” Mo Yiyue said simply, pulling Yin Fengyou toward the exit. Yet the area around Lingbo Palace was protected by spellwork, keeping the seawater at bay, but beyond its borders lay endless, boundless ocean. How could mere humans hope to leave?