Chapter Eighteen: The Return Journey

Lan Jianlong also placed great importance on Hou Saikun, appointing him as the head of Qizhou City. Hou Saikun finally stepped out from behind the scenes to the forefront, fulfilling his long-held wish.

Although Fan Hongjian did not understand why the boss refused Tang Feifei's invitation, he was certain of one thing: every decision the boss made had its reason, and at this moment, no one was to disturb him.

No matter how much Anyue complained, dry-mouthed, Greenfur still refused to admit he was responsible.

Those two boxes were substantial, unlike the thin, soft packaging one usually saw—they resembled wooden cases.

The ministers only knew that the emperor was in a good mood today; even after the morning court session, a smile lingered at the corners of his mouth.

Tongyuan and Yelin were names carefully chosen for the demon infant—unremarkable as they were, but for now, no one had the authority to change them.

In the past, Xu Cai would always answer his calls immediately since Xujia Chunfeng Pharmaceutical was his biggest client. But today, the phone rang for a long time before Xu Cai sluggishly picked up, laughing awkwardly as he spoke.

Long Yifan was truly unfortunate. He had assumed that with his peak Out-of-Body Realm cultivation, he would dominate the battlefield here. Yet, before the battle even began, he was severely injured, hurt in places best left unmentioned, becoming a painful secret that filled him with rage and despair.

“It’s still not feasible, too awkward. I’m not ready yet. I’ll stay at a hotel for now and find a place to live later,” Qin Xinyao repeatedly declined, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Wanyan Honglie pondered for a moment before speaking to Ouyang Feng. Now that he was firmly aboard the Three Sects’ ship, he wanted to be the first to know of any actions to avoid unnecessary trouble.

With a mage of strength nearly equal to a Saint Demon Master backing her, it was no question that the princess could become queen.

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Ruan Zihan tossed her handbag onto the sofa and shot Wang Yuan a coquettish smile. To Wang Yuan’s surprise, she even removed her coat right in front of her.

There was a popular legend of the Four Immortals in the folk tales: the Hu family, Huang family, Bai family, and Liu family—representing the fox, weasel, hedgehog, and snake—four mystical creatures who had cultivated into human form.

The first device was a realm tester. Two metal tubes extended downward from the rack, ending in spherical nodes. The person being tested would grasp each sphere, and their realm level would display on a crystal panel.

He looked into the distance where the void tunnel flickered uncertainly, and Master Jueli’s voice grew indistinct and wavering.

“Exactly, you should agree. Only then can we figure out what’s really going on,” Lin Jing agreed with Chen Wei’s approach.

Lin Ran, having received the news, hurried over as well. Knowing that blaming Zhang Weimin was pointless, she told everyone to go home first.

When Lu Xuan opened his eyes again, sunlight streamed through the window, beams falling gently on the bed. Dust motes floated lazily in the light, and all was as peaceful and leisurely as before. Lu Xuan sat up abruptly, looking around, realizing he had somehow returned to his own room.

Yet it was this seemingly clumsy and strenuous, almost despair-driven involuntary twitching of muscles that, by sheer coincidence, blocked the path of the ancient sword’s assault.

“Whoosh!” I thrust off the ground with both feet, like an arrow slicing through the air. In the blink of an eye, my body and the refined iron spear reached the limits of speed and power. Powerful leg thrusts and a half-forward lean generated tremendous momentum. The fierce sprint made me shoot forward like a released arrow, spear poised for the strike.

“Brother Yang, after you swallowed that purple crystal core, you passed out. No matter how much Sister Jingjing and I called, we couldn’t wake you! We were so scared…” Li Ruoqing’s eyes were red from crying, clearly overwhelmed with worry.

“A wise man yields to circumstances,” the bear chuckled as he watched the three fight. Meng Fan took on Teacher Huang and Brother Kai alone, still slaughtering them effortlessly. Even if he and Jiang Nan were courting death, and Ghost Seven hadn’t even lifted a finger yet.

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He had never experienced such a free state of mind before, nor imagined a blade’s life could be so vivid and beautiful. It all arose unconsciously, as if everything was predestined by heaven.

In less than two days, Meng Fan had completely unified the West District. To ensure the safety of those around him, he had no choice but to do so, eradicating any future troubles.

Since leaving the Ye family, Qiu Shaoze’s complexion had remained deathly pale, devoid of any color, horrifyingly so, with no sign of improvement even now.

This was no boast; with his skills, a hundred ordinary men were nothing to fear. At worst, he could knock down dozens and walk away unscathed.

Canglong slowly descended from the sky, gently landing on a relatively flat patch of ground. The eyes behind his mask gleamed brightly.

Batista’s acting was superb—or rather, normal procedure: after hitting the ropes, his body automatically rebounded, wobbling toward Li Tianze.

Wang Haoming knew its weak points were the head and the first few body segments but still had no chance to strike. The flame demons kept hurling fireballs, each hitting the giant centipede with no effect. The centipede’s hard shell completely resisted the fireballs, leaving the flame demons helpless.

Taking a step, Beidou headed for the door. Just as he was about to step out, Ling Tianchen called him back.

Perhaps Shen Weiwei would tell Emperor Chenmo about this, but she was unafraid. In this life, even if she had to destroy those things, she would never allow them to be together.