22 22-My God, the Phoenix

Just as he stepped into Fang Chen’s bedroom, a man with delicate features appeared suddenly beside the door opposite to his, manifesting just as abruptly.

However, Peng Dachong had arrived two days early to propose marriage, and since Li Si had yet to show up, Mo Xiao’en was burning with anxiety.

Throughout the night, Dong Ling and Mu Xiang had managed to sleep for only about two hours combined, though fortunately, Bai Wangsheng’s condition remained stable with no sudden complications.

"Young Master, the Night Departure is suffering heavy casualties. I fear we cannot hold on much longer!" a man in black, positioned close to the white-robed masked man, shouted with a grimace after taking a sword strike to his back.

The group once again exchanged for the items they needed. Without a doubt, no matter how hard Jiang Hai tried, he could not gather enough magic cores to trade for the Tyrant’s Body. Looking at the three seventh-tier magic cores he had hunted, now embedded in the ceiling of the training ground, Jiang Hai even considered prying them loose; perhaps that would be enough to meet the required amount.

She had nearly emptied her entire suitcase—shirts, long skirts, dresses, everything imaginable—but Beauty Gu had rejected them all. She was so close to losing her mind that she nearly pulled out that bikini buried at the bottom of her trunk, which she hadn't worn in years.

At most, he had only lent a helping hand from the shadows, a mere gentle nudge. What on earth did their bankruptcy have to do with him?

Chinna looked at Fuji Shusuke with a strange expression, perhaps carefully sizing him up.

"What?" Feng Xiye could hardly believe it. This was Ruoyue Villa, a place ordinary people could never find. How could someone have tracked it down and taken Lianzhi away without them even knowing?

The number of wounded soldiers from Nanyan was quite high this time, and they could not all be accommodated in this temple. Moreover, their injuries had been stabilized. After much deliberation, Nangong Yan decided to retreat to the military camp stationed not far away to regroup and prepare for the next attempt to wipe out the remnants of Xiahou Yi’s faction.

Duyang looked at Wang Lan’s retreating figure, bowed his head to follow them, and pulled the entrance door shut behind him.

"A clone is essentially an illusion; naturally, it lacks thought and spiritual intelligence. An avatar is formed from a portion of one's essence, blood, and soul; it possesses human consciousness and emotions, but it cannot live independently of the original body." Yang Dai had grown up with Dugu Qingluan, so her knowledge was naturally extraordinary.

Lia looked at the blizzard ahead, where visibility was less than ten meters, and instinctively frowned as she sought confirmation from Qin Ting.

"Also, isn't Li Qi supposed to go to the main city of the firmament to fight the Saint Alliance? This will be fun to watch. Heh, I doubt hundreds of thousands of people could trap a man like Li Qi!" Huo Yu Xieyun laughed.

Tina, who had also run a lap outside, shared her thoughts with Zhang Wei and the others.

The cruelty and the instinct for conquest inherent in a man’s bones stirred in that instant from the deepest part of the Seventh Prince’s heart.

The high-ranking official had been promoted by the former commissioner, Dong Qianli, and had worked diligently ever since, expanding and progressing under Dong Qianli’s master plan. Two densely populated, mid-to-large-sized cities had already emerged in this highland province.

Cha Cha looked back at the stage and narrowed her eyes. "It is the heart's blood of a dragon." And freshly drawn, too! The dragon's soul was trapped within the formation, so the dragon's body could not possibly still be preserved. The only possibility was that the Jian family had not completely stripped away the dragon's soul but had left a sliver behind to ensure the freshness of the body.

Cha Cha let out a humming sound of disdain, feeling slightly better, and turned to skip toward the main gate.

The forest finally grew quiet. Yu Feng stretched his arms out, lying on the ground in the shape of a cross, his eyes fixed on the starry sky. Yin Xin sat beside him, watching him, staying there without moving.

The students gathered around, whispering and discussing, and the academy's teachers also noticed Long Quan and the Sky-Thunder Lion-Tiger Beast. They immediately notified the academy's vice-principals, and Ren Yuan and Lian Jie arrived on the scene first.

"Very well, Your Highness. But we need not focus solely on cultivation sects. As long as there are people among the folk capable of helping the Empire repel the enemy, be they sect experts or bandits and ruffians, we must win them over. Send men to issue the orders now." Upon hearing Ming Yao’s words, Long Quan immediately arranged for someone to carry them out.

"Great Leader, I know you are very dissatisfied with our contact with headquarters, but, we..." Doris felt as though she were being stripped bare by that terrifying gaze. She timidly avoided Zhang Jiaming’s piercing, ferocious glare, her breathing becoming rapid.

The night was as still as stagnant water. The sky tonight was unusually dark, with clouds drifting by, nearly swallowing the moon entirely. Two shadows flickered under the moonlight like ghosts of the deep night. The two suddenly stopped at the edge of a cliff, exchanged a glance, and leaped directly into the abyss.

Ander’s meeting established the basic strategy for resisting foreign enemies. All departments and cities began to act under Ander’s unified command. However, Xu Ting, the lord of Lingxin City and commander of the Spirit Clan’s Wind Spirit Legion, did not comply.

Mei’er—that call was like a falling snowflake, carrying a sense of helpless paleness, vanishing into the air before it could reach her ears.

Having attained an immortal body only recently, Fan Xueyi still retained her human habits. When drowsiness overcame her at night, she would fall asleep resting on Yao Shun’s lap.

"Do not misunderstand. I am not concerned for you; I am only concerned for my children. They are my flesh and blood, while you are merely a tool!" The implication in Zhang Jiaming’s words was self-evident.

Fortunately, Yue Ning held him tightly. He freed one hand to block arrows with his sword while catching others with his bare hands, channeling his internal energy to deflect the caught arrows toward an empty brick wall.

It was fortunate that there was no conflict between him and this Crown Prince. If it had been Chu Nan-gong, he likely would have run far away by now.

"Hehe, Senior Brother, do not be angry. If you won't let me, then you won't. There's no need to lose your temper!" Mu Kai chuckled, sidestepping and darting to the side.

After a bout of dizziness, Xu Chunqiu’s feet finally touched solid ground, and the spinning sensation in her head gradually faded.

Her words were barbed, like fine needles pricking at one's skin; even if the wounds bled, they remained invisible.

She had thought that if she could stay in the restroom and safely hide through the night, it would not be a bad plan.

But unfortunately, there was a scar as long as a finger beside her mouth, crawling along her lip like a centipede.

"Then we didn't catch the wrong person. Bring him back! What kind of nonsense is this, he doesn't even have a name, just 'Young Master Yu,' pfft!" the burly man said boorishly.