Chapter 22

"Thank you all; my survival is already a miracle. Words cannot express my deep gratitude." Li Haoyang’s face remained pale and bloodless.

Over these three days, An Xia prepared medicine as usual and visited Lu Baichuan at the hospital. Watching him improve day by day brought her joy, yet an inexplicable sense of unease lingered in her heart—a question she had been contemplating for a long time.

Liu Chun was at a loss for words; since they were willing, he had no choice but to let them have their way.

Though she appeared incredibly naive, every word she spoke was actually razor-sharp; trying to manipulate her was an impossibility.

Chu Qingya muttered helplessly while skillfully applying the medicine from his hand onto Ouyang Minghui’s arm.

In the world of cultivation, practitioners were divided by their focus: body cultivators who tempered their physical forms, palm cultivators who mastered palm techniques, sword cultivators who pursued the Dao of the blade, and so on. Without exception, however, all these paths were built upon the foundation of refining spiritual energy and increasing one's cultivation level.

His strength had increased significantly this time; if trouble were to arise in the village, he was confident he could resolve it, provided no one had yet perished.

Li Jinjun said he was still abroad and, because matters were not yet settled, might be delayed by two days. He apologized profusely, asking Tian Qianqian to continue keeping her father company.

The excruciating pain moments ago was caused by severe damage to his tendons and bones, as if someone had used iron pliers to crush every fiber and every bone in his body. Ji Longjun endured the agony, refusing to lose consciousness. Instead, he immediately began to circulate the meditative techniques of the *Supreme Marrow Cleansing Sutra*, focusing his mind intently.

"La-la, I’m clearly sitting right here, so why do I feel like I’ve flown into the heavens? I see so many stars, and so much light, and I also..." Ji Longjun began to ramble again.

After welcoming back the former rulers of these kingdoms—or more accurately, placing them under house arrest right under his nose—William began a sweeping and bold reform of the Navian Kingdom’s army.

A vast and majestic wave of devouring energy emanated from Ling Xiao’s body. The Heaven-Swallowing Sacred Realm manifested, sweeping the Netherworld and the three Dao Spirits directly into its grasp.

The other Burmese men responded listlessly, signaling they "understood," while inwardly cursing Brother Kun: "Damn you, you idiot! Talking about science? Why didn’t you remember science when you made us push the car earlier?"

Liu Mang was furious to the extreme. Before the caltrops could hit the ground, he condensed a Dragon God Vajra Shield, sending all the projectiles flying back.

Upon hearing this explosive news, Zuo Ling and the others, along with Wan Bao'er, were instantly bewildered, their gazes toward Yang Hao shifting in confusion.

"If I destroy her now, it would mean extinguishing her only chance at transformation..." Gu Feng slowly lowered his palm, a bold decision forming in his heart.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a look of determination surged in the eyes of the crowd. One by one, they soared into the air, flying toward the Illusionary Heart Formation.

The Great Dream Serpent let out a final sound. A winding path of darkness appeared before Gu Feng, guiding his way forward.

Once he explained it, everyone understood: when the Two-Colored Deer is in its black state, its hardness is equivalent to a royal-tier shield—and a particularly thick one at that. If one were to strike a royal-tier shield with a royal-tier blade using too much force, the blade would indeed shatter.

In that moment, Gu Feng’s conscious soul shattered, bursting into specks of light amidst the roars of the Demon King and the cries of dragons and phoenixes, vanishing from this world forever.

Michael stared blankly at Yulu. The implications of her words were beginning to elude him, and he worried that something might go wrong.

"He's alright, though he feels a bit like a romantic playboy, quite different from you all." Ji Liu Nian decided to cast aside her doubts for now; she could not afford to distrust Sheng Shi so easily.

During this great battle, Zhang Dawei and Su Can accompanied them, each riding a horse. Now that the Ye family was prosperous, it was no longer an issue for important figures to ride.

Watanabe Toru had seen such situations many times before; though he felt lingering fear, he managed to maintain his composure on the surface.

Sheng Shi smiled and nodded, though he first went to the bar to pour a glass of strong liquor. He sat not far away, his expression calm, sipping the drink bit by bit.

He implied that their willingness to compromise now was only because of their deep affection for Shen Ya; they truly liked her.

In the past few days, Ye Du’s shops had opened frequently, and later, Cui Yu also lent his strength. Countless goods were shipped out from Baigu Fortress, keeping Li Kuai busy day and night arranging guards for protection.

"What? She’s hospitalized? What happened?" Lu Zhiyuan knit his brows, his eyes filled with concern.

You suddenly realized that, aside from your father and grandfather, you had never been in contact with any other men, and even with your father and grandfather, there was no physical contact.

The noble families valued their reputation; they were meticulous even about the selection of food, let alone the significance of this banquet.

This man... what was his name? Qiu Zheyu, perhaps? It sounded like a decent name, so why was it that he only grew in height and not in intellect?

In the end, as they watched other families surpass them one by one, the father and son just glared at each other, neither willing to admit defeat.

Mi Shu looked around and saw a few people dressed as commoners slowly closing in, surrounding them in a circle.

After this, He Yunjian became Dongfang Qiuhan’s best friend and a frequent guest at the Dongfang household.

"Fine! I understand. Now I must go find this Chen Qi." Jian Quan stood up excitedly, having found his direction, but once he was on his feet, he fell into a state of bewilderment once more.

Luo Ji stepped out and discovered that he was surrounded by people—Earthlings, tens of billions of Earthlings.

He had never seen her eyes so crazed, more terrifying even than when he had first drained her blood.

It was finished; she thought she could leave, but the young lady demanded that Yun Maoyu sing. As she lay on the bed, her gaze fixed upon her, Yun Maoyu felt sweat bead on her forehead; this girl was truly difficult to handle. Things went against her wishes; perhaps because she had changed locations and felt unfamiliar and anxious, Nie Ying suffered from insomnia.

Just then, a faint, imperceptible "hee-hee" giggle sounded beside him. Long Fei’s eyelashes trembled, but he forced himself to remain with his eyes closed.

Although it was impossible to complete within a short time, the overall effect was certainly something to look forward to.

Meanwhile, everyone in the bar was frozen in shock, staring at the Maybach in the corner of the screen, their eyes filled with utter disbelief.

Luo and the others were not soft-hearted. As Yu Ye put it, in this line of work, debts must be repaid; since they robbed others, they had to be prepared to be robbed themselves.