22 Evolution (1)

After being left dazed by William’s relentless barrage, the low-ranking officers who had tried to incite unrest over embezzled wages, along with the soldiers dismissed from the army, barely finalized their plan before it was uncovered by Klo and his National Security Bureau, both desperate to distinguish themselves with recent achievements.

“Have you seen that master? Do you remember what he looked like?” Shi Chengdong frowned in thought and pressed on.

“Mister Jiang, you must be mistaken. This property has long since been nationalized. Now, I’ve bought it—it belongs to me, not you,” the man replied calmly.

Though Venomous Yin agreed to cooperate with Yang Yi, there was a condition: to resolve Venomous Yin’s current crisis and rescue him from the relentless pursuit of the Shadowless Sword.

Both Feather Tiande and the Ice Maiden could wound the corpse fiends, so contending with them was no great challenge.

But Jin Chengyong was no longer unconscious; at some point, he’d come to. Now, rubbing the back of his neck and groaning, his mind was still muddled. He seemed unaware of his predicament—otherwise, making noise and drawing attention would have been the last thing he did.

“As you said, once we arrived here, it’s every man for himself. I’ll admit, I’m no treasure-hunter, but I do have a knack for tracking. I can only rely on that to seek out the treasure!” The savage with the iron staff, the spirit feather on his head quivering, spoke to the old man.

“You’re strong, too. It’s been two years, and you’ve improved a lot. Pity though… We’re both new to stepping into the Void-Realm. When it comes to controlling our domains, there’s little to distinguish us.” Ye Fei smiled simply.

The blood of the lion python was fierce; several other cold and yin materials were needed to concoct the perfect talisman ink.

Yet, the Great Elder’s soul pressure, derived from the celestial monster bloodline, had no effect on Songyue.

“Which part didn’t you understand?” The Lord of Time and Space asked affably. In truth, he had always been genial, though his amiability seemed tinged with timidity.

Fortunately, after settling the Qing family affair, Zhou Yu could continue his campaign without further major obstacles—at least, nothing that would leave him as hamstrung as he’d been in the Qing household.

The players were no longer joking and laughing as before; instead, the atmosphere grew oppressively silent and somber.

Alas, fate had other plans. Mi Dou was destined to be parted from the imperial exams, and many misfortunes awaited him, driving him down a bloody and turbulent path.

Watching the Ghost Fang Blade locked in stalemate with the Icefire Furnace, Ouyang Xun stamped the ground and soared into the air, conjuring the Ghostly Realm. Ghostly flames poured from within, surging into the blade. Instantly, black light blazed from the weapon, which nearly doubled in size.

If the first seat wins, they move up to challenge the second-to-last; the loser goes to face the second seat. If you are strong enough, you can keep going until you’re defeated.

Seeing Xia Tian appear, Yun Feng visibly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at him.

The more Ye Tong thought, the more frightened she became. She hurriedly called out to Zhang Lin, saying she gave up and begging her to come back up. But after several minutes, Zhang Lin still hadn’t surfaced. Growing frantic, Ye Tong broke into tears. Staring into the depths, she longed to dive in after Zhang Lin.

What happened with Lou Tianyu had taught her well: she could have no dealings with strange men, or she alone would suffer the consequences.

Things unfolded just as Zhang Lin had anticipated. From the moment she arrived at class, Ye Tong had been visibly uneasy. After school, she ran out in a hurry. Xu Xiaowen asked where she was going, but got no answer.

“Honored guest, forgive my lack of hospitality at your arrival.” Jian hurried to the cloaked man, fussing over him and all but dragging him to a seat beside the kang.

Since Xia Weiwei’s return, whether in danger or at work, she had never once called him of her own accord. This time was a promising start.

Yuewan Teahouse stood at the end of the street. Night Cloud lingered before it, gazing up and down, marveling at its traditional charm and classic style.

The Demon Lord roared, his massive form leaping into the sky, and his overwhelming aura radiated in all directions.

Bai Yu entered with a cheerful smile. Seeing her youthful exuberance, I felt a happiness beyond words. After all I’d been through, the three of us sisters were reunited at the edge of life and death.

“I was wrong!” Li Ping immediately bowed his head and admitted his fault. The whole matter was his doing, and if the dean kept scolding him endlessly, he couldn’t bear it much longer.

When the Xiao sisters arrived at Ninghe Hall, Madam Qin was already all smiles, readily agreeing to the visitors’ request and arranging a meeting in three days’ time.

At this point, Liao Hua was just a hot-blooded youth. At sixteen, he already possessed the strength of a mid-level martial general, so his arrival was not particularly valued by Cai Hui and the others—except Ye Teng.

Upon entering, the Earth Mother didn’t wait for them to speak. She said coolly, “Be seated,” and resumed her lecture on the path beyond the Supreme Deity.

“Treason! I decide who goes. Have I been too lenient with you these last few days?” Foreman Yamamoto’s face darkened.

After rushing to the company, Li Hongmei had just finished a personnel department meeting.

Guo Xing’a had been besieged for three days. Once the Taiping army’s artillery joined the battle, the slaughter at the Tiger-Dragon Camp finally ceased being one-sided. With twenty genuine heavy cannons—each over eight thousand catties—the Taiping army bombarded the enemy lines. Soon, Li Xiucheng could find no sign of the Qing troops through his telescope.