95 Morning Star (2)

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Wang Fen knew that to deal with Liu Han, he had to force him into a corner with no way out, no chance to escape, so the danger would be erased for good.
Lin Tian stood steady in the heart of the wind and frost. Snow-laced wind whipped around him; suddenly a veil of white mist enveloped him, and great blasts of icy frost struck his face.
Lin Tian walked along the boulevard behind One-Armed Xuanyuan. On the street, pedestrians kept casting reverent glances at him, sizing him up, which made Lin Tian feel deeply at ease in no sense at all. He swept his eyes over those around him; the battle robe of a Three-Star Mage on his body drew everyone’s attention.
Perhaps because of the subtle blood-bond brothers sometimes feel between them, Ji Youfeng at once fell silent, his expression darkening.
The younger men gradually sensed what was coming. In the cramped space a heavy stillness settled; everyone stared at Hong Jian, waiting for her to give the final word.
But Linmu had no idea what use it served to bring out a mystical treasure box of spellcraft at that moment.
Cheng Qingqing sent Old Well to the side. She herself had no heart to keep teasing Hong Jian, and with a cold face she awakened the Daoist practitioner she had just roused.
Huang Ling thought it over. Although he had already made up his mind after asking Majun to notify Cheng Tong and Bai Peng, when the moment to decide truly came he still could not help but hesitate.
Yang Chenwu, hearing this, was also in no easy mood; in truth, they had only meant to use the ritual to let Ye Shaoyang suffer a loss, soften a little, and let off some steam.
Chen Feng gave a bitter smile. He had not expected his good intentions to backfire. The girl was amusing enough, and he said no more.
“Ha, ha, ha—so it seems the young master has come to loathe this humble concubine,” Lady Ran’s voice rang out, light as bells.
To ask such a question when I have been beaten into this condition—am I the kind to crave this? Does my whole body itch so much? Do I look like someone who feels unwell if he does not get beaten every day?
Whenever Nanfeng drifted into thought, Yuan Anning would immediately break his concentration before it could wander too far.

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Dongzi stepped out of Zhang Zhizhong’s private estate and looked up at the sky. It was a bright, clear day; the scorching sunlight washed over White Cloud Mountain and over Dongzi himself, warm and pleasant.
Nanfeng walked to the west room and lay on the heated kang. “How pleasant this is,” he said, “a pity this warm kang will be wasted.” Then he sprang up, took his bundle, and prepared to leave.
“This person has chanted spells before,” Nanfeng said. “Even if he is no true member of the Dao Sect, he should still be a practitioner of the Mysterious Sect and know spellcraft.”
“Zifei,” Fan Kun explained, “with your current strength you could have smashed through that wall just now. Only your force was not focused. These bracers on the spike can gather your power, and I forged that spike to an extreme sharpness to amplify it.”
“Zifei,” Fan Kun advised, “since you are so satisfied, I am relieved. But remember what Uncle Fan says: if someday you fail to break through the Zun rank and surpass that curse, I will take my weapon back.”
While the two were speaking, several balls of flame fell from the sky. Parts of the wooden pavilion they were in burst into fire. They were trapped in the blaze, breathing became difficult, and the heat was unbearable.
Nanfeng understood why Yuan Anning had done this. It was simply to pull him down from the sky, make him feel ground again, and recover the mortal sensations he had forgotten.
He longed for Master Zun to end Zhou Tong in one strike, grind him into pulp, only then could he and the others vent the hatred in their hearts.
When Junpeng heard, he learned that Xinyi had not slept all night over this matter. His reaction was natural; he patted Xinyi on the shoulder and spoke at once.
Second-tier materials can be given away freely; other higher-grade materials must be exchanged. That sounded like a pretty good benefit.
They had expected that once Ning Duo-Yu arrived, many problems would be resolved at once, yet it was not so. The problems were still exactly the same, not one solved.
Xiao Wanzi was preoccupied with the appraisal and eager to return quickly. Yan Xinyi had no appetite either. The two had barely held out until all the dishes were served before taking leave with an excuse: they had an urgent assignment and had to return to the Public Security Bureau for overtime work.
“That is your son,” Bai Jianxi’s face changed at once. Though she usually tormented Bao Ge, she still cared in her heart.

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Inside the carriage only Xiong YezI remained alive. In the distance, mechanical ghost ninjas were charging toward them. The floor of the carriage quivered faintly, as if Death itself were beckoning.
Ordinarily, body-forging magic-demon cultivators of the Returning-Emptiness realm can crush Returning-Emptiness Earth Immortals, but they are no match for a Heavenly Immortal.
Xie Yuannian laughed. “How can this be?” She took Min Sijun’s words as merely courteous remarks. But when she saw Xie Yuannian was not taking it seriously, Min Sijun became flustered.
A strange fear gripped me for no clear reason. I could not bear to think about what would happen in three days. My nose was faintly tinged with soreness. I pulled a hard breath, bit my teeth, and urged myself onward.
By now, what had been only a mild frown before was almost fully understood. On the way here, Lin Yang had wondered how that hulking black thug had such nerve: he had not only beaten someone outside, but then dared to strike a police officer at the station. It turned out someone had been harassing Ya-Ting, and the dispatching officer had done nothing.
He had not expected the Fire Dragon Censer to be able to attack. It was clearly not a simple elixir cauldron. This made him even more eager to seize the Fire Dragon Ding.
With life at stake, those black-clad assassins turned feral. Their eyes flashed red, they brandished their blades, and icy force radiated from their movements. In an instant, they were swallowed by the demonic surge.
“Young man, we meet again.” Just as Jun Yixiao drifted into thought, an old voice suddenly sounded behind him.
At once, those two great masters of old released the most astounding aura. This was their final reserve of power. As for how far this battle would go, without one more round there can be no end to it. After years of harsh cultivation, was it not all for this very day?