Chapter 25

Impossible. At the very least, this face is real—it cannot be faked. All she has replaced is Xu Linlin’s soul. But this Yue Feng’an is merely a mortal; how could he possibly see through the tricks of an immortal?

Yet, her eyes remained rimmed with red, her voice trembling and choked with sobs. Her entire being exuded helplessness and pitiable vulnerability, as if she had suffered some monumental grievance.

Not far away, the trio of Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura felt a chill of disgust. Even from thirty meters away, separated by smoke, they could clearly smell the foul stench.

The gold-armored soldiers, taking orders only from Princess Yunyin, swiftly and efficiently hung the person from a tree.

The War Wolf team could not afford another mole; if one were to appear, it might directly implicate him.

Concerned for Yang Xu’s health, Feixue did not stay to entertain the guests from the Ethereal Sect. After a brief word with Li Chengfeng, she went to wait outside Zhang Beibei’s room.

The next second, Jun Jiu flashed before Feng Wu and, with extreme roughness, yanked her up from the ground.

Now, not only does he call them "old fogies" at every turn, but he even dares to point fingers and criticize the three clan leaders to their faces.

Kakashi said in a grim tone, "There are twenty-seven candidates this year, eighteen of whom will be sent back to the Ninja Academy to continue their studies."

On the eve of his departure, Emperor Meng Yifan summoned his confidants to the Hall of Longevity in Changle Palace. He needed to arrange the affairs of the coming month to prevent any further chaos.

Just where the Immortal Spirit’s gaze was focused, the beam of light was blocked, and then something like ripples in water suddenly dissipated. Following that, boom! Boom! Boom! A few muffled explosions echoed.

The Halberd Guard was in an awkward position today. He had braced himself to charge at Chen Che, intending to feign defeat after a few rounds, but his calculations failed—Chen Che did not even engage him in combat.

Hua Rong smiled and nodded at Bill. Honestly, he had never seen Li Hongfei this enraged. This guy was truly, genuinely desperate.

Searching through his memories, it didn't take long for him to find the model of the repeating crossbow, and its subsequent manifestation was a success. Once planted within the Seed of Nature, the Immortal Spirit’s recovery capacity and the precision of his mental control reached a peak.

As the sharp, explosive screeching in the air traveled further, the already distorted space turned even more void-like. A hallucinatory sensation flooded the heart of the Blood Sea.

"I haven't seen her. I didn't see her when I came in this morning, either. Didn't she go to work with you?" Wei Xue had truly not noticed whether Liao Shasha was in the shop, and she looked at Shi Qing in bewilderment.

"Oh, so that’s how it is! Senior, I will definitely discover your 'Hidden Step' technique! I believe it won't be long now!" A look of anticipation appeared on Immortal Spirit’s face, as if he were already capable of traversing the clouds as freely as the Loose Immortal of the Six Paths.

Chen Che lazily circulated his Wisdom Sea, performed a self-inspection, found the Laughing Ancestor, and fulfilled his promise by guiding him into the stone marrow.

Anxiously, he scanned his surroundings and hid under Tang Jingde’s computer desk. Just as he finished hiding, someone pushed the door open and walked in.

Besides, he already had his beloved Qiusha, and he had once promised her that he would love only her for his entire life. So, why was he sulking in front of someone else’s door now?

The Wumo Wasteland, situated between the Shenwei Empire and the Silver Moon Empire, was destined to be a place of trouble. Around the gateway to the secret realm, a series of endless, restless struggles would surely erupt.

The messenger dared not delay for a moment; he took two torches and began waving them, signaling orders to the soldiers ahead.

Cheng Wu was no pushover. Having carried out numerous dangerous missions abroad, he possessed a deep-seated, inherent ferocity.

Yan Jing lowered his eyelids, his thick lashes veiling his eyes, making it impossible for anyone to probe his inner thoughts.

After returning home, Chen Yu sat on his bed and closed his eyes, beginning to examine the vital energy within his body. It was just as Sun Yinsheng had said: no matter how much energy he refined, it would inexplicably vanish.

Fang Zihuai’s attitude toward Su Muxue was no longer as it had been yesterday, but it wasn't much better, either.

Ke Rou smiled. She worked in the fashion industry; she spent over ten thousand a month just on skincare, clothes, shoes, bags, and cosmetics, not to mention her habit of collecting jewelry.

Especially during seasonal changes, Ke Rou would sleep directly at the company to finish her designs. Often, she wouldn't be seen for a month.

Lu Yimeng had given the order; how could Xia Lan not obey? She hurriedly poured out all the tea and packed away all the fine tea leaves stored in the house.

Fang Jinyi looked in shock at the person who appeared before him, and the other party looked back with equal astonishment. As their eyes met, it took only a moment to shift from shock to doubt, and finally to calm.

Mu Feng, standing to the side, watched this scene. Beneath his indifferent expression, a look of surprise flickered in his eyes. A meaningful curve tugged at the corner of his mouth, and a trace of relief surfaced deep within his gaze, as if he had let out a long breath.

"You are Fanchen?" the old man asked with an amiable demeanor, revealing teeth that hadn't been cleaned in who knows how long.

Seeing the shopkeeper’s stunned expression, Cui Miao frowned and asked, "What’s wrong?" As soon as the words left his lips, his own expression shifted instantly. His nose had caught a faint, lingering fragrance.

As a fourth-rank inspector who had risen from the bottom of the Inspectorate, judging the number of people by their footsteps was a basic skill.

The school was located in a temple on the north side of the town. The temple once had monks, but for some reason, they had all left. The abandoned, dilapidated temple was then utilized by a scholar named Lü from the town to open a school.

Although her business in the prefecture capital was flourishing, she had never met anyone from the prefectural academy, so she still had to entrust this matter to Huang Ke.

He looked toward the heavens with a hint of surprise, as if he could see across the endless void and witness the three hundred thousand Great Qin elite soldiers undergoing their transformation.

"His Majesty has, after all, suffered at the hands of the Tang King. Even if the Tang King is allowed to attend court, he shouldn't be entrusted with any major responsibilities," Lin Jiu mused for a moment.

One handshake, one look—it instantly made Zhang Wei’s head incredibly clear, his mind receiving a massive shock...

In reality, the eight masters saw how stubborn he was and used only thirty percent of their strength, like a cat playing with a mouse, wanting to kill him slowly.

But after sending those disciples away, Tang Wanqun went to find Hua Hong, because after bringing Qing Hu and Yu Wuxia here to stay, Hua Hong had been keeping them company.

After Ye Ming posted the photos on Taobao, the people around him immediately began a heated bidding war.

After the French army surrendered, Napoleon III wrote a letter and sent it, along with his command sword, to William I.

"Dad, is she here to visit you? I think she's here to see a joke!" Xiao Haochen spoke bluntly, his face flushing bright red.