Chapter 22: The Talisman of Safety, Ensuring Peace!

From behind the folding screen, a figure emerged. “Master, shall we make the move?”

Ji Jingxuan drew a playful smile. “No need. I’ll handle this myself.”

Shen Qiuning went to Su’s shop to buy pastries before visiting Consort Xuan.

“Consort Xuan! Ning’er is here to keep you company!” Shen Qiuning’s voice reached before she did.

Consort Xuan was tending to the flowers in the courtyard, having grown noticeably thinner these past days. Shen Qiuning bounced over happily to her side.

“This is my mother’s—”

Looking at her cousin in front of her, who seemed to care but secretly betrayed her behind her back, Tian Mimi’s anger was uncontrollable.

Duan Cheng was displeased. Wherever he went, the life around the armored vehicle suffered. The Falcon Squadron sensed the complex emotions of the former Special Combat Unit—wherever Duan Cheng passed, it was like a wasteland. Scores of mutated beasts, ordinary subterranean creatures, and plants withered visibly, shriveling rapidly and turning into ashes.

As the convoy entered the city, whether due to the terrifying power of Duan Cheng’s previous move or the absence of large high-level mutated beasts nearby, the outskirts remained calm and uneventful.

Although treasures capable of soothing the soul were precious and greatly beneficial for cultivation, the evil power embedded within this talisman made Gu Wushang hesitate to approach.

Occasionally, flying corrupted monsters like Shatak birds and Bayaki would attack but were promptly obliterated by ether bombs, posing no real threat.

Upon reaching the sixth floor, they noticed something was wrong. The isolation gates here were fragile, collapsing into heaps of scrap metal before they could even force them open.

Looking at the bustling kitchen, lively as if celebrating a festival, He Zhou genuinely felt that letting Tian Mimi eat her fill before working had been a mistake.

When Yang Xuan first arrived, he showed no extraordinary spiritual power, but his martial talent was outstanding. It was because of this that Song Buming made such an agreement—to keep Yang Xuan at Qingyun Academy.

The demon horde had collapsed, succumbing to their chaotic nature by mindlessly charging only to be crushed just as thoughtlessly. Death did not quell their frenzy; it only made them more ferocious.

In the mirror world, every object that could serve as a mirror surface began to glow. Countless condensed rays of destruction gathered strength, their target naturally the Cthulhu fragment asserting its presence beneath the celestial mirror in the mirror world’s sky.

“Over the years, I’ve stopped trying to guess which of your words were true and which were lies,” Wudao said with a helpless expression.

No matter how powerful Beitang Yexuan’s cultivation was, he remained flesh and blood. Excessive blood loss was a serious issue, yet he couldn’t rest. Instead, he continued channeling his spiritual energy into Han Yueqiao’s body.

Guan Yi stared into Julie’s eyes and saw a trace of pride within them. Naturally, he understood why the old lady was so pleased.

This discovery left Xia Ruxue utterly despondent, drained of all strength. No matter what Li Shuyu said now, she would not argue.

This seaside villa, spanning two floors, was hardly a villa in any ordinary sense—it was more fitting to call it a vast ancient fortress.

Just as Chen Mingjing hurried up the stairs, hoping to intervene and stop Qin Yue, for Qin Yue’s actions had been excessively brutal. So many had suffered terribly at his hands, and it was difficult to explain.

Three colossal eagle statues stood atop the summit of the giant peak, supporting a platform shrouded in swirling clouds and mist. This ethereal platform, resembling a celestial palace, hovered mysteriously, appearing and disappearing like a dream.

“What?” Fang Shen could hardly believe it. The Xuanqi City Guard numbered only eighty thousand, yet they dared to launch a night attack on a garrison of four hundred thousand. Were they courting death?

Seeing Hu Tian so stubborn, Hu Yu grew anxious. Hu Tian had not yet cultivated the forbidden technique to the ninth level, but his temperament was already so volatile and paranoid. If he ever reached the ninth level, what would become of him?