Chapter 22

As a clan leader, she possessed a dignity befitting her station; perhaps it was only in front of Ye Feng-Hui that she could ever be so innocent and carefree.

"Yi-Le, you have truly misunderstood. We have already had the DNA tests done, and Si-Qing bears a striking resemblance to you—there is absolutely no mistake." Xi Zhen-Yuan spoke with an urgent tone, fearing she might harbor any misconceptions, though he would never dream of scolding her.

As the sound faded, the elite guards standing beside him retreated ten paces simultaneously, seemingly terrified by the "Song of Forgetfulness."

"In that case, I shall leave it to you, sir!" Qin Yi-Bai said, bowing his hands to Xu Shi; he felt he was being quite a burden to him.

Xi Zhen-Yuan watched Su Yi-Le, marveling at her capabilities; how could she have managed to orchestrate such a thing?

"Doctor Qiu, please prepare a dose of medicine for me according to this prescription!" Han Ying-Xue wrote out a list and handed it to him.

Zhen Rou struggled to open her eyes. After a fleeting moment of darkness, she could vaguely see that it was Cao Jin who had saved her.

Although Ye Feng-Hui had always felt heartache for the suffering her husband endured during those three thousand years under the time laws of the bottomless void, they had lived happily these past few years, and she no longer felt her eyes welling with tears or her nose stinging at the mere mention of it.

Yet, just as the Immortal Emperor was lost in his own tangled thoughts, he felt the pain boring into his marrow intensify once more. It felt as if countless ants were crawling through his flesh and blood; this unbearable itch and agony were worse than death itself.

Hearing Aunt Wang’s offer, Han Ying-Xue initially wanted to refuse, as she disliked inconveniencing others. However, not wanting to hurt the genuine concern of the woman, she finally agreed.

In the void, the demon wolf roared as endless stellar power began to converge. Within the jaws of the demon wolf’s martial soul, a silver-glowing disk took shape.

Though she cried out in her heart, Wang Qing-Yue knew that Qin Xuan likely couldn't come. Since Ye Xiu dared to do this to her, he must have certainly poisoned Qin Xuan and Qing Yi as well.

Fearing that this might cause trouble, Qin Xuan promptly found a more conventional outfit for Lan Shi-Huai, wrapping her up tightly.

Since the establishment of the Ghost Realm, no one had ever been able to survive the Body Tempering stage, not even the previous generations of Ghost Kings.

The so-called prodigies of Mingliang Prefecture, upon arriving at the Imperial City and entering the Luo Wu Academy—one of the top five—found themselves like Shentu Feng-Xi, blending into the crowd. Zong Tian-Yi, who practiced both spiritual and martial arts, possessed a rock-solid foundation, but more importantly, it was only through Ran Hai-Chao’s tireless instruction in the martial path that Zong Tian-Yi barely managed to remain among the ranks of the geniuses.

The news that Northern Spirits had successfully developed high-end yellow wine hit the upper management of Xu San-Pi’s winery like a bombshell, causing a massive stir.

"It's fine. Just reason with him as I told you; he certainly won't beat you to death," Zhao Shan-He said with a brilliant smile, leaving Li Yue in silence.

"What do you mean 'why'? Are you unwilling to go with me?" Shen Wei-Xi felt that Bai Hua looked rather adorable at that moment and couldn't help but pinch her cheeks.

For those new martial artists who wished to practice ancient martial arts but were unable to enter the Qi Condensation stage due to their physical aptitude, the effects of the Marrow Cleansing Pill were more than sufficient.

"Eh? Which man? What man?" Su Mian-Mian tilted her head, blinking her eyes at him.

It is perfectly normal for friends to joke around and have wins and losses; what is there to be ashamed of?

He loved her with a depth that went to his very marrow, afraid that holding her too tightly would break her and that leaving her be would cause her to melt away. Throughout the journey, he carried her himself, refusing to let anyone else take over.

She feared the results of the check-up—that the doctor might tell her she had some terminal illness or an incurable disease and that she had only days to live—so she chose to escape, refusing to face the potential consequences.

As long as Li Jing-Shu was not a Heaven-tier powerhouse, Li Ling was ready to take her life at any moment.

But thinking about it, it made sense; she and Jiang Han were the ones who understood these things best, so surely their research would yield twice the result with half the effort.

He did not know that the guards and subordinates who should have been waiting outside the tent had long since left to seek reinforcements.

Regardless of anything else, Han Lin-Lin had helped her, after all; otherwise, she would have been left to rot in the hotel in her drunken stupor.

Although a few days had passed, Zhen Yao remained very weak, able to eat only soft, thin rice porridge.

Upon hearing this, Li Ling felt that Shen You-You’s perspective was a bit blindly loyal, though she wasn't sure if she should try to persuade her otherwise.

"Instructor Zhang, save their lives if you can," Jiang Dong-Cheng’s voice came from behind me.

"At the time, I was thinking that if I could join the Mingjian Sect and spend a lifetime with you, that might be a good choice," Yu Xuan said with a blissful smile.

The basin was in utter chaos; more than twenty soldiers, their faces glowing with a sickly green hue, were pouncing on and biting their comrades.

"Oh, you're up? Hurry and help me pack my things, then we'll head to your place," Yan Bei-Xun shouted from the bathroom upon hearing me wake up.

As he spoke, the man’s figure vanished from Ye Xun-Huan’s sight in a flash, as if he had evaporated into thin air.

After a few minutes of crossfire, with the exception of twenty-some people left behind on one ship to stand guard around the *Fernando*, the rest of the crew boarded the deck.