Chapter 22

In a cramped room of just over ten square meters, four or five burly men sat haphazardly. When I turned back, several of them were grinning as they stared at me and the man in the black suit.

This online poll had garnered countless viewers who were not original fans of the novel, drawing attention to the series—a truly brilliant strategy serving three purposes at once. Indeed, successful commercial promotion is the cornerstone of any film or television production.

“During meals, you just keep finding faults—first it’s the knife skills, then the food’s overcooked. Damn, you’re impossible to please,” Brother Hei joked.

“Aren’t you curious about your origins? About why the Elder Long valued you so much? Do you really think it’s just because you’re gifted?” Old Hong asked.

“This is bad!” Han Jinyong watched anxiously, his heart pounding. He knew well that Cao Fudi, now fully exposed and exerting all his strength to hold the heavy roller, had no energy left to guard against Ying’er’s attack. If Ying’er’s blow struck his chest and heart, Cao Fudi’s survival would be a near impossibility—he would be gravely wounded, perhaps fatally so.

Once a cultivator reached Li Weidong’s level, locking onto a shooter with mental energy was akin to spell-locking in an online game—escape was impossible.

Having been absent from work for two days, I felt a bit guilty and kept silent, joining everyone for the morning meeting.

“Which one to enter?” Meng Xiyue asked, while the others awaited Yang Tian’s decision. Yang Tian closed his eyes, releasing his spiritual power to probe each cave.

“Answer my question! Don’t always respond with a question of your own!” Ye Luo was furious—this person was unbearable.

They also spotted the eerie fleet ahead, ghostlike in appearance, and were working hard to identify the strange flotilla.

A gigantic figure of an otherworldly being rushed past from afar, seemingly fleeing in desperation.

The Japanese officer’s face lit up with wild joy at the sight. Swiftly sheathing his knife, he took advantage of the third battalion commander’s momentary distraction and plunged his blade fiercely into him.

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His Majesty’s blatant favoritism toward Li Dingguo was infuriating! Luo Rucai gritted his teeth, burning with rage.

In an instant, he swooped down from the peak, soaring toward the main summit. With his hand wielding a blade-like force, he unleashed a series of ferocious strikes. The blazing crimson blade slashed horizontally, reducing the mountainsides to dust as if they were mere piles of sand. Flames roared into the sky, mingling with the agonized screams of countless Qing Tian Sect disciples in their final moments, painting a scene both breathtaking and harrowing.

The flute’s spaceship was slower than Paragas’s ship, so although they departed simultaneously, it lagged behind.

Honestly, if it were just ordinary ghost driving and exorcisms, there would be no need for such complications—it would be easy to agree.

“Take this body and find a safe place to hide!” These were the last words Dark Origin Ni passed to Tie Zheng.

Jiang Luo first sat opposite Li Zhenzhen, while Song Yuan was taken to another office.

From the perspective of combat challenges, Fang Qing had barely fought since his debut. There was still much room for improvement in his true energy and the details of his mysterious light technique.

Outside the palace rang out pleas for mercy, sounds of fleeing, and the thudding of prostrations—all blending into a chorus without a hint of resistance.

“If you let him pass through your body, you’ll be the one injured,” Qingqiu patted the cat’s head and lifted it back onto the cat tree.

However, cultivators who received the Longevity Manual and practiced these seven illustrations often suffered from deviant fires, their qi and blood churning violently.

Each day, besides tending three acres of spirit fields, he devoted most of his energy to cultivating spells and training pseudo-Dao soldiers.

Moreover, there were strict criteria for the younger generation to ascend to the starscape early; it wasn’t something anyone could do at will.

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The unique stench of the sewer wafted in as Luo Xiu lightly landed on the ground, following Huang Ai deeper into the tunnels.

By now, this demon cultivator had taken on a new identity as a prominent merchant in Luoyang, establishing an extensive intelligence network.

“I know, I know. Though he’s a pain to deal with, for the sake of world peace, I have to get along with him—just like I used to with that deskmate who not only loved picking his nose during class but insisted on eating it!” Ji Lan said with eyes closed, making a gesture as if fanning her nose.

Wei Nian had a distant cousin named Wei Hui, who rarely interacted with him and held little standing in the family. When he heard about the trouble at Wei Nian’s household, he saw it as a chance to curry favor with the family elders and came to the capital with a group of underworld figures.

“Hey, hey, crying baby.” Suddenly, hands grabbed my shoulders, yanking my hair roughly and pulling my head away from his chest.

Facing these six men, Zhang Fei and Chris both acted unusually, displaying the dignified authority fitting a local overlord. When dealing with unfamiliar adversaries, seriousness and solemnity often work better than friendliness, which can lack the necessary intimidation.

Such treatment with ointments was definitely seductive. Ye Fan’s face burned crimson with embarrassment—especially since he knew that Ye Lan and her brother were watching, surely enjoying his ridiculous side.

And he could never forget the black bear’s gaze—like the man before him, a fusion of wildness and majesty, whose murderous intent and madness chilled the soul.