Chapter 25: Mr. Sting

York seized this opportunity to humiliate the mage. He commanded the Behemoth to grip the Lord of Dream City tightly with its massive claws, the bones creaking under the pressure, leaving him with just enough life to sustain his suffering.

Just then, a pale cyan sword light flashed through the water. With a single strike, the Mian River was instantly severed. A piercing shriek erupted as a gargantuan black shadow surged into the water, kicking up waves a hundred feet high. Following this, the sound of a Buddhist chant echoed, and a golden-bodied Arhat appeared, possessing three eyes and a pale gold visage, holding a nine-ringed monk's staff in his palm.

Jian Yu-Mei knew that he, too, would eventually go to that place, but for now, he had to seal the demon before him.

While flattering Mr. Ghost, Xia Zhixiu shifted his full attention to the monitors. He believed that the masterpiece created by someone who, decades ago, had required the joint forces of the Dragon Group and the Fifth Unit to capture, would surely give him a monumental surprise.

They were skilled in song and dance, adept at combat, capable of salt production and bronze casting; their existence had always been a hallmark of strength.

The Mian River was hundreds of thousands of miles from the East Sea, yet this cave led directly there. There must be some mystery involved. He pondered for a moment, thinking that he had other urgent matters at the Mian River and that exploring this secret sea cave could wait. This ten-thousand-mile passage was surely filled with countless giant monsters and sea beasts, and there was no need to invite unnecessary trouble.

"Yes, Huang Fei, I have many questions for you, but not now. I only want to ask you one thing." Meika withdrew her smile, her expression turning somber.

Although the group of people wore Chinese attire—some in suits, others in traditional long gowns and mandarin jackets—Jian Yu-Mei always felt they were not Chinese. Most of them held themselves with an upright stiffness, unlike the more casual posture of many Chinese people.

Danshui Qingyi’s prediction proved accurate. Early that morning, the old nun summoned him to brief him on the inter-sect gathering. The joint meeting of the Kunlun, Qingcheng, and Wudang sects would be led by the old nun as the delegation head, with Lin Lvhua as the team leader, commanding seven hundred and sixty-eight official third-generation disciples of Wudang to attend.

"The name of my Zanpakuto?" Hearing the same words again, Ichigo did not grow angry at the opponent's mockery. He knew his rage could not touch the other party, and he realized that if he wanted to defeat him, he could only rely on the blade in his hand.

The troops concentrated here were few, and many had returned home to prepare provisions. Seeing this situation, Ujizane and the others likely hoped to wipe out Yi’an in one stroke and permanently occupy Okazaki Castle.

"Lady Koi, Lady Koi." Watching her retreating figure, Takeda Harunobu shouted her name and hurried in pursuit. However, when he finally caught up to her in the mountains, she abruptly held a dagger against her own throat.

A story of love and hate, life and death, the world and the human heart; quiet on the surface but intense in its marrow. It is a long journey meant to be savored on the lips, revealing ambiguity and profound depth, much like the quiet, chilling night where palace lanterns remain lit, wind rolls the jade curtains and golden hooks chime, and a wisp of agarwood curls from the purple-gold tripod.

"Get out of the way!" Changlian Xin, possessing his own stubborn resolve, shouted in anger as he rushed toward the Yano household.

In the first year of Yuanguang, in autumn, Liu Che formally issued an edict to General of the Guards Han Anguo, appointing him as General of Material Forces to garrison Yuyang, the region most troubled by border threats.

"I want a proper marriage, announced to the world, with all the rites of a Princess. Not a single one missing. And, give me the antidote for my mother immediately," Qidie stated her conditions. Yi Shaoqing beamed with joy.

The presiding Supreme waved his hand, and the thunder-whip cracked again. His brow was flushed with excitement, as if discovering someone who was not yet dead and killing them instantly brought him great pleasure.

"That belongs to the Tang family. If they want to burn it, they can. It’s none of our business!" Bai Ruoxing said.

"Mom, what’s wrong?" I asked, awkward and unsure how to begin. I guessed my mother already knew I had rejected Tang Xi’s marriage proposal.

She thought especially of the mysterious, domineering figure she had seen last night; she surmised he must be of royal blood.

The ward rounds were a routine check on the patients' conditions. Dean Gong chatted with the patients before rushing to the next room. The moment he left, Sister Xie began to gossip.

Ji Ruolan said, "Let’s go inside to talk." With a wave of her hand, she brought Long Luojin into the Phantom Moon Palace. Two others were inside: one with white hair and white robes, the other in a long gown with a solemn expression. Long Luo thought to himself, "These must be the ancestors of the Yin-Yang Sect and the Xuanyuan Clan."

At that time, Ren Zhonglong had a bold guess: Lu Xuanqing was handsome and refined, and although he seemed a bit foolish, his appearance was quite decent, so he figured his sister wouldn't be any worse.

"Are you from the Yinghuo plane?" Suddenly, Chen Nan and Chen Bei appeared before the two.

Speaking of this, for some reason, Liu Xinghao felt a particular sense of depression and bitterness in his heart. Yet, in front of Ruan Meizhao, he had to put on a facade that everything was fine. After all, a man still needs to save face.

A pair of blue slippers paired with a white tank top, loose gray shorts, and messy hair.

Chen Yu practiced the essence of the Red Fox Sword Technique in his mind while involuntarily gesturing with his hands. He did not channel his inner energy, merely practicing the form of the technique.

"Fine my foot! I don't believe Xiao Xiaohao can make the company grow without Xia Jian!" Uncle Long was also a stubborn man; once his temper flared, he knew no kin.

But what they didn't expect was that Xiao Shan’s target was not them, but the disciples of the Yan family. Seeing Qiu Daoling and Yan Henqiu retreat, Xiao Shan charged toward the Yan disciples.