22 Practicing the Sword

The throne he had dreamed of was finally beneath his feet. Yet, it was a pity that this emperor held no real power; Ying Tian was nothing more than a puppet. Although the Northern King remained loyal to him, the forces at his disposal were simply insufficient to contend with Xiao Tian.

Surges of spiritual energy flooded his body, cleansing his marrow and shedding his old self. His life essence underwent a qualitative transformation, transcending the innate stage and reaching a profound new realm.

Suddenly, his eyes turned blood-red. A violent, surging aura erupted from him as he held hundreds of Foundation Establishment Cores aloft, then, with a forceful strike, he charged toward Jiang Yu.

The master and his disciple walked toward the mountain. The setting sun cast its glow upon them, stretching their shadows long across the ground.

Qi Guang is the son of a director at a construction materials company. He had some investment dealings with Meng Yiwei shortly before the latter's death. He is not only arrogant but also inexplicably haughty, and his temperament is rather poor. I think he fits the criteria for the sin of pride quite well; you might want to observe him if you get the chance.

"You're already pregnant, what are you still fretting about? Do you intend to become a father yourself?" Shen Tu mocked from within his mind.

Upon hearing Wu Peng speak to him in such a manner, a flicker of irritation appeared on Xu Tian’s face. Since he was being offered no respect, and considering he had already decided to abandon his original plans, he felt no need to leave anything behind—especially since he held no affection for the people of the Ghost Nether Sect.

Boom! The wall of the bedroom was pushed down entirely. Huang Zhencheng’s momentum remained unchecked as he charged directly into the main hall. "It has grown stronger," Kou Yiming thought, pushing aside the collapsed wall as he watched Huang Zhencheng rampaging through the hall.

It was no wonder Jin Yuanbao reacted this way. It was not a typical incense shop, nor did it seem to sell Taoist robes or magical artifacts. The plaque above the door bore five large characters.

The duty manager turned deathly pale at the sight of so many people rushing out. With trembling hands, he grabbed his walkie-talkie and hurriedly reported the situation to his boss.

Chu Haotian opened the notice again and examined it closely. "This regulation is also effective within the Heaven Beyond Heaven secret realm." This... this was practically asking someone to surrender it voluntarily.

As Chu Haotian prepared to leave, he did not forget to tidy up Xu Bi’s room, ensuring no clues were left behind.

Watching Ye Yi’s expression, Lin Ming could understand a thing or two. Having interacted with Ye Yi for so long, Lin Ming could guess at least a portion of what was going on in that cat's mind, if not everything.

Rather than being for work, it had become a tool for the cowboys to chat while on the job.

Ever since I unraveled the secrets of my own sea of consciousness, I have felt that unpredictable dangers exist everywhere. This makes me worry for everyone's safety; I can't help but feel that their deaths ten years from now will be my fault. Should I not have returned?

"Damn it, you actually dare to push me? Are you tired of living?" The fat man stepped forward furiously, raised his foot, and kicked the honest-looking man hard in the stomach.

"This isn't mine." As I said this, I suddenly remembered something and looked at Yang Yi beside me. To my astonishment, she was glaring at Han Yang, her grip on my hand tightening so hard that her fingernails dug into my flesh.

Zhang Mingyu happened to be planning a trip to the Chunqiu Villa to consult Gu Chunqiu about matters in the official circles and, incidentally, to check on the cultivation progress of him and Gu Qiuyue. He decided to hitch a ride in Huang Mao’s car to drop off Kan Jiaxing and Zhang Lin, as he couldn't be bothered to deal with a man like Kan Rongsheng.

Although the two of them had stumbled into the same incident by chance, they were each responsible for different people, making it impossible for them to act completely in unison.

Due to the arrival of Noble Consort An and the decree of the Emperor, Wei Lianghong did not dare to be negligent despite his inner reluctance. He satisfied all of Su Yi’s requests, and before long, several tea snacks and pastries were laid out in the Imperial Garden.

Zhao Zixian was unaware that over the past few days, Su Zhenghe’s men had all returned to Haikou City. The team sent to track down Lu Zhonghua had returned in defeat, with many injured. By the time Su Zhenghe attempted to send more men, Lu Zhonghua had already received word and disappeared without a trace with his followers.

Bai Xingzhi filled a bowl with soup, placed it in Qiao Song’s hands, and guided her hand with his, teaching her to swallow it one spoonful at a time.

Gabriel kicked out, but Xiang Ye caught her ankle and dragged her out through the window, flipping onto the rooftop.

Ye Shanhe had been frantic with work lately. With only twenty-some people under his command, he was responsible not only for daily stability across the country and responding to supernatural events at a moment's notice but also for keeping a constant eye on the international situation.

Although she knew the likelihood of him agreeing was slim, she still felt a sense of disappointment upon hearing his refusal.

"You should know that Cassan Pacino was a partner of my master, and most of his plans were closely linked to him. Now that Pacino has been killed by you, my master is extremely displeased," Remos said with a smile. Even when his words were filled with threats, he remained perfectly polite.

Qiao Song smiled and started to head out, but her stomach suddenly cramped, followed by a not-so-quiet sound. Ignoring the potential embarrassment, she clutched her abdomen, her face turning pale. "I need to use the restroom." Perhaps she had eaten something wrong; her stomach felt as if it were being churned by a knife.

Before leaving, Zhao Zixian made a special trip to the French Maison, an boutique specializing in high-end accessories. The items inside usually cost hundreds of thousands, and that was considered relatively modest.