23 Weasel

Zhou Shiyu remained uneasy. In her view, the greatest hidden danger had yet to be resolved, and now was certainly not the time to lower her guard.

"Ji Yue?" A flash crossed Wang Yanming's eyes, though Mu Ziyun failed to notice the fleeting coldness in his gaze. "Is Ji Yue Wuxin's real name?" Wang Yanming asked, feigning indifference.

What Feng Moxue did not know was that even if she wanted to escape through the back door, she had no hope of doing so, as they had already stationed guards there. Even if she managed to slip out that way, she would be spotted immediately.

Feng Moxue hurried home. The matter seemed urgent, and she was relieved she hadn't let Lu Xuyang accompany her. Otherwise, she worried his concern might have hindered her progress.

Liu Ziche performed a few simple tests on Mo Qingqing and found that, aside from occasional "auditory hallucinations," she was fine. As for the hallucinations, they originated from the Mist Stone Garment. Liu suspected the garment was communicating via something akin to electrical signals rather than actual hallucinations.

At this moment, Lei Chen’s curiosity had been fully stoked by Long Tianxi, but the latter remained vague, speaking in circles without ever getting to the point, leaving Lei Chen scratching his head in frustration.

"No, I just can't sleep. By the way, Uncle already told me you won't be back for a while. Stay safe and have fun." Ling Feng extinguished his cigarette with his fingers and flicked it accurately into the trash can.

In any case, Wang Zixian was already enveloped by the white mist, and the other members of the Divine Beast Legion could easily finish off the rest.

Though only three inches tall and delicate, the plant had grown lush and leafy during Su Xin’s recent period of growth.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Ye Feng felt his internal spiritual energy roiling from that last strike, as if it were desperate to burst out of his body. Furthermore, most of his meridians had been shattered by the force of that palm strike.

Taking advantage of Ye Feng’s hesitation, Li Yilian grabbed his hand and pulled him into the dragon vein. Just then, the sky opened up in a torrential downpour, just as it had before.

Zhao Bingyan was also deeply concerned, staring fixedly at the assailant, desperate to hear his answer.

He did not care if there were a few low-level players in his kingdom; otherwise, He Zun would not have publicly called out and extended an olive branch to the demon players.

Kuang Dao grabbed Chu Yuexi’s hand. She shuddered, but she did not pull away.

The other man held a teapot and wore silk robes; his expression was entirely at ease. It was clear at a glance that he was the proprietor of the inn, and he was the one who had spoken to Ye Feng just moments ago.

The youth remained unhurried. He sidestepped the leader’s dagger, grabbed his wrist, and with a sharp tug, sent the blade clattering to the ground. The thug howled in pain while clutching his wrist. The youth then unleashed his skills, and everywhere he moved, the thugs’ weapons fell, leaving them wailing on the ground. The leader, terrified, fell to his knees, kowtowing repeatedly.

The thousands of golden rays were originally a lethal innate ability, but here, the beast used them to keep Su Xin at bay, revealing its frustration regarding the Crystal Tower. It feared that if it weren't careful, Su Xin would slip inside, leaving the beast helpless.

When he spoke, his brothers, who had been stunned, instantly perked up, full of excitement, as if they were about to beat the shopkeeper to a pulp.

Grandmother was powerless, and Hongyi could not help. Rong Di felt a bit awkward—his grandmother was playing the moral blackmail card too skillfully. At this rate, even he felt tempted to agree to help.

Zhao Shuang brought Rou Niang back to the main hall, where the coroner was still carefully examining the corpse. Everyone’s attention was fixed on the body and the coroner.

Without a second thought, before the creature could land its foot, Ye Qiu threw out the Golden Cudgel. It expanded rapidly beneath the creature’s foot, turning into a pillar that knocked the monster over.

Yet, when he was being duplicitous, others believed him, but when he was sincere, he was met with constant testing. If not for his boundless escape techniques—the Light Evasion and the Kunlun Mirror—the Wanxian Sect might have captured and interrogated him, a thought that left him speechless with indignation.

"Hahaha, good! Since you’ve agreed, I must give this some serious thought!" Seeing the golden cat nod, Muyang let out a hearty laugh. He pursed his lips, narrowed his eyes, and began to ponder deeply.

Qiu Shuisheng would entertain guests until late. When he entertained, he couldn't eat, and when he didn't eat, the disciples of Paiyan Mountain didn't eat either.

It was a profound confession. She appeared sorrowful, yet exceptionally happy. To carry such feelings for the person one loves through to the end is rare and precious, yet it is a lonely sort of happiness.

The "Gen" secret could break through bottlenecks, but it could not solve the problem of accumulation, which required vast cultivation resources.

"Grandmother, light a fire above her head; that will make the shadow beneath her feet darker," Rong Di suggested.

Several days later, Tian Qing and his companion finally returned to Beiming City, where they were surprised to meet their good brothers, Xiao Li and Fang Yu, who had come to meet them.

Li Ziheng was speaking the truth. He hadn't been satisfied with any of the stars recommended by the company recently; they were all too familiar to the public, and he would rather find a fresh face.