Volume One, Chapter 47: Feigning Death to Escape

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“Heh heh… I could tell!” Old Song revealed a deeply mysterious smile but offered no explanation to Jiang Feng. The power unleashed by the explosion moments ago was enough to strike fear into any wandering immortal, further proving the significance of being close to the legacy of the Emperor Xuanwu. Especially since this matter initially began as a collaboration between him and Yao Lianxue, yet after all the chaos, even Yan Guang himself hadn't anticipated the cunning trick played by Old Fox Yao Yuhan. Now he was caught in a dilemma—neither advancing nor retreating—and feeling rather vexed. At this moment, Yao Yuhan arrived just in time, ill-fatedly inquiring about the plan.

Fu Jiang could no longer bear the pressure; for her, perhaps a straightforward death would be the most beautiful outcome, for the current torment was unbearable. Soon after, Helan Yuer hurried in. When she first saw Su Qing, a flicker of surprise crossed her eyes but vanished almost immediately.

Luo Chen stepped forward. In Fu Jiang’s stunned gaze, he reached out a hand and firmly grasped the baseball bat Jason was swinging. After Zhao Lei’s reminder, An Qi suddenly recalled that it was just a ruse at the time, but unexpectedly, Zhao Lei had taken it seriously.

“All right, let’s go now. I’ll trouble the noble consort to lead the way,” he said, quietly setting aside his inner concerns. No matter what, finding the person was the priority; everything else could be dealt with later.

“What? What are you talking about?” Zheng Yiming wore an expression akin to that of a street thug, feigning ignorance of what Zheng Yuan had said, playing the fool quite well.

Bai Ling’er sensed something amiss, and from Wu Qi’s eyes, she also saw doubt.

Ye Feifei, the heiress of Zhonghe Group and Ye Feiqi’s elder sister, worked at the company during the day but loved to go out racing at night, intoxicated by the exhilarating thrill of speed.

Chen Feng and Mei Xian’er stood up without pretense and exchanged pleasantries. The big players of the Fourth District of Misty City were all present here, except for Lai Qi of Changping District who had perished.

He hastily put on a coat and pushed open the door. Moonlight poured in softly like flowing water, instantly casting a layer of silver frost over the bamboo hut.

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“…” Floating Cloud Warm glanced at Rain Pianpian. Actually, your master isn’t much better either.

“Shopkeeper, is this the largest pharmacy in Chicheng?” Yun Yao leaned against the counter, chatting idly with the shopkeeper as he instructed an apprentice to prepare the herbs she needed.

This ancient monster, existing for over ten thousand years, was formed from countless restless spirits and grievances. Among the seven malevolent spirits—the chimei, wangliang, xiao, ba, tui—ba and xiao were nearly demonic zombies, second only to the mighty hou.

The Fengyun Sect’s outer division was roughly divided into four major zones: the cultivation area, martial training area, service area, and most importantly, the combat area.

With a phoenix coronet and tassels, golden pendants, and the lifted veil, Feixue had transformed into a bride, radiant and extraordinarily striking.

Liu Shuang looked up at the floor he lived on. Suddenly, his gaze tightened as if he had sensed something terrifying.

Suddenly, that tingling sensation changed again. Liu Shuang felt as if thousands of ants were crawling over him, biting relentlessly. The stinging pain penetrated through his skin deep into his marrow.

Hong Yi was satisfied and felt at ease, for this was the golden finger he had crafted overnight.

Over the years, Xun Kuang frequently triggered hidden dangers within the sacred heart over inexplicable matters, and now it was on the verge of a complete breakdown.

The Dragon King of Floods truly deserved his top ranking on the Mountain and River List. His boundless combat power, each strike swift and mighty, his limbs moving like the tail of a dragon, exuding an overwhelming aura of dominance.

Though these gang leaders only brought one bodyguard each as required, everyone in the underworld always prepared extra protection. Thus, many bodyguards waited in the parking lot.

“Get lost!” Fang Yan shouted angrily, swinging his palm fiercely at the ghost-faced earring. Blue and red light flashed, competing with the black glow, evenly matched for a moment.

It was afternoon now. The academy was quiet, all students attending classes. We brought Mark to Teacher Di’s office, but Di was absent and the door unlocked. We placed Mark on the bed.

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Chu Yunfeng smiled faintly, heeding the elder’s advice and sat back down. The elder, leaning on his cane, sat beside him.

But Li Xiaoli showed no sign of stopping; she suddenly wrapped her arms tightly around Chu Yunfeng’s neck, her fragrant, warm lips just inches from his own.

“Hiss!” A large snake, about ten meters long, already bore a snake crown. Its long tongue flickered continuously. Chen Xin stood proudly atop the serpent, hovering in the air.

This skill had always been thrilling to use. Hou Muyun never delved into whether stacking it doubled the effect or merely enhanced part of it, only that it was essential to stack after system updates.

“The vice leader of the Windwalkers, quite a formidable background,” Luoyang said with a smile. Huangfu Xiong, often seen on financial news, was a major entrepreneur in Yu City. Naturally, Luoyang knew him. With the backing of Huangfu Group, the Windwalker Guild’s expansion would not be difficult.

Although rarely appearing in public, he managed all company affairs thoroughly. With his efforts alone, he turned a financially struggling company into a commercial empire worth hundreds of billions in five years.

But Gu Xuejing did not intervene, only her eyes showed some puzzlement. She glanced at Yisilam and the three elders, surprised to find none displayed displeasure, as if it were entirely appropriate for Yuanyuan to ask that question.

A piercing pain in the stomach worsened. Leng Yuchen struggled to lift himself to reach the phone on the bedside table, but as soon as he touched it, his strength failed, and the phone slipped, falling onto the carpet.

At the center of the inferno, the black mass shook violently. The shadow figure had already charged inside. Then the black mass began to glow fiercely, the surrounding flames suddenly pushed away. Chaos roared and raged; the prison that had held for billions of years was now shaken.