Chapter 24: First Love Turns Into a Foe?

Ye Cheng awkwardly glanced at the foreign woman not far away. She deliberately exposed her pale legs, blending an air of nobility with a hint of provocation that was hard to resist, especially since she was a Westerner—the visual impact was striking.

“Ahem, that's really not necessary. If you sincerely want to make friends, please clean up the scene.”

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“I must become stronger!” Ye Feng shouted to the heavens. In this world, without strength, one is nothing.

What frustrated him most was that during his battle with Zheng Shan, he had, by sheer chance, managed to execute the Phantom Ghost Step. But it seemed he could only pull it off under extreme pressure, and now it worked sporadically, greatly increasing the threat to his survival.

Fari gripped his whip tightly and pressed a button. Countless blades sprang forth once more.

Despite his ugly appearance, this man handled affairs adeptly; with just a few words, he could possibly persuade the mysterious fighter to join the Lonely Desert Mercenary Group.

The door was kicked open and a figure rushed in, searching the room. When he saw the open window, he dashed over and peered down.

In his final moments, Blue Maple’s mind flashed with images of many people, among them a seductive, enchanting silhouette—Red Fairy.

The reason weapon forgers held such status was, of course, their rarity and formidable abilities.

As Blue Maple expected, in the state of entering the Realm of Transformation, he could observe sixteen intertwining threads tightly encircling a point of light—no, two points of light, nearly overlapping so perfectly that to the eye, they appeared as one.

Startled by the thunderbolt, Wang Jinjin instinctively tightened his grip, but then a sliver of reason crept in. Looking at the dying Xu Hanfeng, Wang Jinjin suddenly let go.

Not long after, Zhang Xiyan was already seated inside the clinic, the physician checking her pulse. She sat quietly, unmoving, watching the doctor with closed eyes as he examined her.

Lunch was prepared by her grandmother. Lan Xianshu leaned against the kitchen door, watching her intently.

“The clothes on her body are valuable, but you can’t take them. The gold chain around her neck is worth something, but do you have the skill to steal it? The diamond ring on her finger is valuable, but can you slip it off? Even she struggles to remove it herself. If you don’t shake hands, how could you possibly get it?” Hu Dafan analyzed calmly.

The requirements for arranging the Eight Trigram Array weren’t strict; tables, chairs, porcelain, paintings—all could serve as materials. Lin Ziqing didn’t need to prepare much.

Now, the sister he wished to cradle in his hands, after enduring storms and blizzards, was slowly blossoming, bearing the intoxicating scars of hardship. Watching her, he felt both heartache and an irrepressible desire to keep blessing her endlessly.

It was unfortunate for the two dark-type beasts. Light-type energy was gentle and didn’t harm unless manipulated. Darkness, however, was an exception.

Humans are fragile like this, holding a delicate heart and longing for love, warmth, and enduring companionship.

Within the group, the cultivators’ eyes burned with fanaticism. At this moment, Xie Dongya was like a coveted delicacy—they wished to devour him immediately.

The monkey had no idea what he was up to. The old man drew a deep breath and dove beneath the lake. Soon, he swam over and tossed a grass carp weighing over two pounds into the boat cabin.

Xie Dongya closed the dossier, his demeanor turning solemn. These matters were so abnormal that he felt as if a strange force was secretly manipulating events.

Just then, a blue flash abruptly intercepted the light. In the critical moment, only Lou Yi could react in time. His palm clamped the opponent’s wrist tightly, and he employed Dragon Style Combat, hoping to restrain the adversary.