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He had just sensed a fleeting breath of energy, and simultaneously caught a vague, ghostly shadow flash past behind him.

A few minutes later, Wu Yang stood at the front gate of his house, spread his arms wide, and tilted his head back to take a deep breath. This familiar scent of home filled him with a profound sense of attachment.

"Does that mean..." Hearing the term space-time, Orochimaru’s eyes flashed with a sharp light. He truly desired to acquire a space-time ninjutsu.

On one hand, he lacked the capability; on the other hand... had he perhaps been acting like a salted fish for too long?

Before he could even speak, Xia Caicai’s anxious voice came through the phone, faintly laced with a sobbing tone.

Zhao Shan had anticipated being rejected by Zhangsun Wuchan, but upon learning that she possessed a way to repel the enemy, he clung to it like a drowning man clutching a straw.

On this continent where cultivators at the Qi Condensation realm were already rare, those with Profound Penetration and True Origin strengths were as scarce as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. As for the even more mysterious and uncommon experts of the Divine Essence, Heavenly Mortal, and Dao-One realms, they were legendary figures heard of only in tales, never seen in reality.

His words were tranquil and detached, completely devoid of worldly vulgarity. He didn't even show a hint of anger in his voice upon hearing it from Kazuki Kimura. Yet, it sent a chill through his heart.

The onlookers shook their heads with gentle sighs, finding the whole spectacle speechless. In the blink of an eye, Shi Qianjie had produced four magical treasures. One must know that many present didn't even possess a single magical treasure, yet in his hands, they were treated like common goods.

If he truly knew, why wouldn't Murong Zhao simply tell him directly? Why go through all these twists and turns to help investigate, only to end up at Kongshan Temple?

Li Feng couldn't help but offer a wry smile. He had always preferred acting alone; asking him to make arrangements was practically making things difficult for him.

"Actually, I have been to the Demon Cave Realm, and I stayed there for several months, gaining quite a bit. There is a major faction within the Demon Cave Realm called the Holy Cult, possessing immense power..." Right then, Feng Hu shared his speculation about the Demon Cave Realm, though he still kept the matter of the portal to himself.

Compared to Zhao Lanzhi, he was a professional secret agent. He performed impeccably, leaving no flaws whatsoever.

Having said that, she sat down to one side and spoke no more to him. Luo Jiaoyun looked at her and gradually smoothed her ruffled emotions. A short while later, the Goryeo envoy and the crown prince entered the palace together.

After exchanging pleasantries with his father once more, Ji Xinglan found herself missing the staff at Wangchuan Restaurant.

Lin Xueyan’s pretty face twisted in displeasure. Even when she was angry and frowning, she still looked like an immortal fairy, making it impossible for anyone to actually stay mad at her. Aside from Luo Jiaoyun, who found fault with everything about her, there was no one else in the world who felt otherwise.

"Alright, since none of you regret it, I will lead you in. Let me make one thing clear first: once we enter the Demon Cave Realm, you can no longer call me Tiger Brother. Everyone must address me as Grand Duke!" Feng Hu declared.

However, those sword qi attacks were not directed at Trump; instead, they suddenly surged toward Li Feng, forming a sword array that trapped him in the center.

Ji Xinglan tried hard to steady her mind, wanting to appear righteous and confident, but for some reason, all her courage dissolved into nothingness in front of him.

A surge of hot blood rushed to Feng Luoyu's head. His mind began to spin, and even with his composure, facing such a scene, he couldn't help feeling a bit overwhelmed.

He Qingfan was utterly shocked. The imagery of the Kunpeng seed far exceeded his imagination—it was practically the polar opposite of what he expected. How could a body that was originally so majestic and colossal become so vulgar and wretched? Could it be that all great figures and heroes had a side unknown to ordinary people?

Consort Yi was simply pondering how to phrase her thoughts tactfully. Ever since giving birth to the Ninth Prince, she had always spoken her mind directly; asking her to suddenly revert to the caution she had when she first entered the palace proved rather difficult.

The Ninth Prince merely turned, bowed to the Fourth Prince, and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Fourth Brother. Thank you for your trouble." With that, he too departed.

Feng Chi’s eyes narrowed slightly as he reined in his wandering thoughts. Then, reaching out, he steadied Long Yan’s smooth and delicate chin, pushing aside other distracting thoughts to focus on treating the wound on her ear.

Just as he stood there in a daze, Chen Rong couldn't help but burst into laughter. Fearing that Sun Yan would see her laughing and fly into a rage of embarrassment, she quickly turned away, covering her mouth with her sleeve.

Hearing this, Jiang Chengce clearly could no longer sit still. Dropping money for his morning tea, he bolted out of the tea restaurant in a panic.

Red blush covers Baili's vigorous face, while Jingxu leisurely drinks amidst the celestial skies; nine dragons vie as the phoenix descends, seeking a lingering fragrance in hand.

At this thought, Chen Rong lowered her gaze. Treading upon the fallen leaves along the shaded path, she walked toward the woods behind her own courtyard.

At this moment, Su Zhenheng lay flat on his hospital bed with a sickly pallor, eyes half-closed as if asleep. His bedside was equipped with a central monitor, a respiratory therapy machine, an electrocardiograph, and an infusion pump.

The hour was late, and duty hours had long since ended. Bidding farewell to the interrogator, I stepped out of the laboratory, bringing my day's work to a close.

Though Chang'e's mind was wandering, she dared not delve too deeply into her thoughts, yet a profound sense of gratitude welled up within her. Seeing her attendants either fleeing or hiding, she shyly approached Houyi to express her thanks.

The lieutenant dismounted from his horse, reported his identity to the guards of Nanshan City, and briefly outlined the general situation.

Within the bustling streets, an elderly man leaning on a cane nagged a middle-aged man. Judging by his anxious expression, he had clearly come specifically for this matter.

Unexpectedly, as the White-Eyrobed Immortal traveled, Mount Shu was destroyed. Although four of the divine objects needed to reforge the divine artifacts had been gathered, one piece remained missing to this day.

Wu Xian seemed to be a figure of immense divine power, capable of explaining the governing laws connecting heaven, earth, and all things through special supernatural forces. He was also skilled at crafting spiritual milfoil stalks to divine people's fortunes, adeptly using the revelations of the milfoil to judge the elusive fortunes and misfortunes of the mortal world.