Chapter 21

As for why Jiang Tiancheng was willing to risk everything to go this far, we must rewind a few minutes.

Since Mu Yan took the Qingling Fruit, her physical ailments were resolved, but the power granted by her fierce flames remained. Coupled with the dual enhancements of the Fire-Soaked Body and the Giant Flame Hand, this strike carried the force of a thousand pounds, easily repelling an armored beast.

Xiao Li fell into deep thought at these words, then consulted the doctor. After receiving approval, he and Yuanyuan brought Ye Shengxiao back.

"It's nothing, just company matters," Zhang Xiao said, not yet ready to reveal too much to Xu Linglu; after all, the issue was complicated.

In the Spiritual Realm, the price of spiritual pills always exceeded that of spiritual artifacts—not merely because elixir masters were rarer than artifact makers, but because pills were used far more frequently than artifacts. Thus, most people preferred to spend heavily on pills rather than artifacts.

"Wang Kang, do you know where Song Chang Geng is?" Liu Yu appeared silently outside the cave and addressed the young man at the entrance.

Improvements—if it weren’t for the annoying spiritual power converters on their limbs, relying on their own attributes, they could have expanded this range to ten meters. But if they didn’t transform spiritual power into water elements, they wouldn’t dare enter their own fog range.

Next was to understand the plan mentioned by his father, the symbiotic plan, and the middle-aged man in white. If they could find that man, they might grasp the truth.

"What’s wrong?" Fang You also gripped his sword hilt, though his movements were stiff. Despite watching countless martial arts films and heroes, he still didn’t know how to properly hold a sword.

Wang Mo attempted to activate his dark perception to lock onto his opponent, but failed. The essence of his speed technique was to strike once—if missed, to retreat immediately. By now, Feng Lin had already put distance between them. The moment he attacked Wang Mo, he felt danger. Not continuing the attack was wise; Wang Mo would surely lock onto him with the next strike.

The vine root writhed fiercely under the claws of the death beast, scraping the cavern walls with crackling sounds. The mouth beast swooped down, pecking the vine roots one by one. The angry, desperate face on the ghost-faced vine bulb shrank into a cluster, finally condensing into a dark pearl swallowed whole by the death beast.

"I understand. I’ll handle it immediately," Cheng Kexin nodded. Outside the company, a large group of reporters and media were already waiting; holding a press conference was straightforward.

Of course, master craftsmen were not easy to recruit. The master of the ink workshop needed to understand the entire ink-making process, possess the ability to develop ink formulas, and know how to manage operations. Such talent typically had their own workshops and wouldn’t work for others.

"Stop right there!" Xie Lingyun tried to leave, but Xie Yafu, not finished speaking, sharply commanded her to stay.

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Zhou Laoer sneered, "You’re welcome. I’m not going to kill you; I just want to watch the day you regret it." His words were clearly loaded, but I knew that even if I pressed further, this madman wouldn’t reveal more. So I crouched down to check on Tan Ren.

After wandering for three or five days, Zhu Youtang and Zhou Xian finally lost interest and returned to the cabin.

This Flying Cloud Divine Beast jade pendant was not only proof of the legitimate prince’s identity but also an important military token. Holding this pendant allowed free access to the palace, the right to audience the emperor, and, most crucially, command over the eighty thousand-strong Black Armor Army.

Though she had always wanted to ask, she felt the question was too sensitive. Had he not brought it up first, she would never have asked.

"Are you leaving or not?" He countered without answering. He should have knocked the person unconscious and taken them away to avoid wasting words.

With a clear "ching," the Kunwu stone on the mountainside splintered, carving a water-drop-shaped groove about five feet deep.

She cooked while chatting with Huo Qinghuan, and by the time the meal was ready, Huo Qingci had returned.

Yet as departure neared, no word came from the Loyal King’s mansion, tightening her already anxious heart.

At this moment, laughter and mockery filled the hall; everyone whispered that Lin Dong had lost his mind.

Everyone’s eyes lit up, especially He Jin and his three companions. They had witnessed the treasure refining skills at Dongquan firsthand. To call it crude was nonsense; demon cultivators were never wealthy, so wherever artifact refiners went, they were treasures, hardly reduced to bitter demon cultivators in the Xumi Sea.

However, just as the local officials were helpless and at a loss, the heavens sent the divine doctor from the Medicine King Valley right before their eyes—a sign of salvation and hope.

Shuimen and Yuki Aomizu exchanged a few words before heading into the Death Forest.

The Changping Marquis’s household was doomed to be destroyed eventually; it was better for them to rest in peace sooner.

At the mountain’s foot at the village’s end, they found several livestock likely frightened and fleeing from the earthquake: a cow, a mule, three chickens, and a duck.

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The village had become a viral sensation in the county. The roads were paved with bluestone slabs, and red lanterns hung outside every household, signaling celebration.

After finishing these tasks, Fu Guiyun cradled the freshly bathed soft fur and flipped through the day’s backlog of ledgers and the personnel roster of Liyang Mansion.

"Alright, then I’ll give you back the attack. Here’s a chance—use your strongest strike on me. If you can’t kill me, I win!" Lin Feng declared.

Liu Yang rubbed his nose and shook his head, wearing an expression that said he absolutely refused to indulge such vanity. In truth, he knew the gold card’s value was high, but at his current status, frequenting such luxurious places as the Four Famous Pavilions was unlikely, so the card was dispensable to him.

"A Can, what are you thinking? Tell me," Lin Jiayi’s question jolted the still hysterical Lu Can.

The platinum assassin had been lying in wait for a long time but had not acted, choosing instead the perfect moment—when the target slept—to strike.

Within lay tremendous opportunity; for those present, perhaps they longed even more for that place, more willing to seek their fate there.

Meanwhile, the 500 federal soldiers who had begun storming the tower were stunned by this sudden anomaly.

Chu Haotian waved his arm to gather the cultivators’ storage bags, then, carrying Chu Tianyu, mounted the flying steed’s back.

Last month, the old gentleman, leveraging his connections, found a Thai raw stone buyer intending to forcibly sell two tons of stored raw stones, but Dunyi led the Yang family guards to drive the Thai merchant away.