Volume One, Chapter 22: Jiang Wu, I have taken note of today's events.

The elixir emitted a faint, refreshing fragrance, as if infused with endless vitality and restorative power.

Suddenly, her eyes turned cold, sharp as blades, locking onto Jiang Wu not far away.

Her voice was low and firm: "Aren’t you leaving yet?"

From then on, He Jin’s influence as a royal relative grew stronger, rising to a position just beneath the emperor, commanding tens of thousands. To have come this far from a butcher’s origin was a matter of fate and timing.

Unfortunately, though Bian Zhang and Han Sui advanced with overwhelming force, intent on a decisive battle with Jiang Qi to determine the future, they saw Jiang Qi as a forsaken man, abandoned by all, and he refused to cooperate in a most ungracious manner. The truce flag hung high on the city walls spoke volumes about his intentions.

“But your mother has forgiven me and even promised to stay here,” Xia Yenuo said with a smile, as sweet as if she had eaten honeyed dates.

The promise tried to create distance, but before moving far, another blade of energy summoned her back. The newcomer’s other hand, clutching a wired dagger, was equally deadly.

Hovering mid-air, a wine flask swung at her waist, droplets of liquor scattering as her sword blade flashed relentlessly. Drunken slashes soaked with strong liquor struck directly at the giant’s eyes, followed by an assault of blazing flames.

“Who’s in charge of this hotel?” Zhou Kai shouted. Though his Japanese was awkward, it was at least understandable.

The shuttle craft was a treasured device for traversing between forbidden formations. Each of the few held control over a part, coordinating their efforts. Yet, deep within the ancient battlefield, the shuttle’s function had completely failed.

“Zzzzz…” In less than ten minutes, the Halley arrived at the city lord’s mansion gate.

While Han Feng was still savoring his moment, another wave of bicycles came rolling in from nearby, one after another.

Song Tianji then recounted his forest encounter to Angel in detail. Listening to him describe returning in a dream to the era of gods and living there for ten thousand years, Angel’s curiosity about the ancient divine age grew.

Blood Cang, the aged marshal of the Proud Blood Legion, wished to avoid conflict with the Shanghai authorities. Retirement was near in a few years, and quarrels would benefit no one. Since the order came from the top, Blood Cang had no choice but to feign disappearance.

There was also the top-tier earth-level defensive gear, the Black Bear Armor. This equipment was more valuable than a demon core—earth-level lower-grade gear often sold for over a million silver, and this top-grade piece was worth several million. Of course, Wu Tian had no intention to sell it, as the Black Bear Armor perfectly enhanced his defense.

The instant I turned around, the extraordinarily strange centipede snapped sharply and flew toward me like an arrow released from a bow.

Si Yuan gave a thumbs-up. He had learned this move too, ensuring that those spoiled disciples would be thoroughly outplayed, leaving them afraid to provoke him.

“Wu... Your Excellency, congratulations on winning the final victory in the martial contest for marriage. Now please come with me, His Majesty wishes to discuss something,” Tu Wuqiong said as he approached Wu Tian.

The ambiguous orange-red light filled the entire room, wrapping it in an atmosphere of romantic excitement.

The man in red smiled bitterly, asking what kind of oath the Heavenly Dao would swear. If broken, would five thunderbolts strike?

No one expected that a seemingly insignificant Totoro would stir the wrath of a supreme forbidden race.

The Order Hall had nine leaders in total, meaning that besides Ye Lei, there were only nine who could face the Ghost Crocodile in single combat.

Seizing the moment, Han Hai suddenly dashed forward and struck an assassination! The short blade in his hand pierced the heart of the illusionary magic warrior with deadly precision.

What Zhuang Qingqing did not expect was that upon returning backstage, the scolding awaiting her had not yet ceased.