Twenty-three. Twenty-three.

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Hua Lou was about to stop Bai Yunzhan, but the saucer had already left his hand, flying straight toward Bai Yungui.

"Humph! Since you have already seen it, then tell us, what level must a Soul Core Master reach in their cultivation to fuse with a Tier 9 demonic beast?" Zi Kongbing asked with a cold snort.

Having heard from the Xiaoyao Holy Lord that the Demonic Soul Sect where those two belonged was incredibly mysterious and powerful, it was likely backed by a formidable figure. Qin Yi’s suspicion was not unfounded; even with their current strength, they might not be able to do much against the Demonic Soul Sect.

In less than half a breath, Yuchen had dodged over a dozen wind blades. His clothes were torn in several places, and two of the gashes were stained red, indicating he had been wounded. Ignoring the blood flowing from his injuries, Yuchen lunged fiercely toward Long Tong.

Although Wu Dao was unwilling to let Jiang Hen go just like that, he understood that Jiang Hen’s schemes left him without any justification to strike. If he were to kill him by force, it would likely cause irreparable damage to the reputation of the Qianyun Sect.

The Wulan Province spanned over fifty million square kilometers, making it larger than the continent of Asia on Earth. After tens of thousands of years of development, it had essentially become a nation within a nation.

The inexplicable deaths of the Blood Wolf and his two guards—both at the peak of the Soul Refining Realm—dealt a devastating blow to the morale of the sand bandits.

"Although it doesn't seem dangerous here, I can’t shake this ominous feeling! Do you all sense anything?" Yuchen asked, noticing the stifling tension among the group, as he voiced his own premonitions.

Given such stealth, Jun Mo didn't even need to think to know that an assassin of the Elder level from the Assassin Alliance had arrived for a third attempt on his life.

"I am willing, I am happy, is that not enough?" Her eyes were filled almost entirely with reverence and adoration for Leng Xufeng.

Seeing that their superior remained indifferent, the two soldiers did not block the way and allowed the other party to help the person through.

Fortunately, Du Yuesheng was a man who knew how to navigate all circles. While discussing with Huang Jinrong how to welcome this young Master Lu, he hinted—both implicitly and explicitly—that there was no need to worry too much about the young master, as he would handle everything. Huang Jinrong had no choice but to agree, albeit hesitantly.

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Consequently, Huang Jinrong acted as the liaison, relaying Du Yuesheng’s intentions to the staff at the various consulates in the Concession. Du Yuesheng’s meaning was clear: he wished to have an open and honest conversation with everyone. The time was set for three days later, and the location was to be the Huang Mansion in the French Concession.

Upon hearing the term "campus beauty," Ye Chen felt a sense of familiarity, as if someone had mentioned it to him recently. However, since it was a trivial matter, he pondered for a moment but still couldn't recall.

"Come, let me take you to see your newly appointed father, and by the way, we can ask him what else is missing for the preparations." Nangong Xiao simply wrapped his arm around Bishu’s shoulder to go find Old Master Mo, intending to let his father-in-law know that his mother-in-law had taken on a godson.

It wasn't that he was being lewd; it was just that the move was far too devastating, especially for a man.

Shen Yunyou stepped out of the room, and only after putting some distance between herself, Situ Rui, and Liu Xinru could she finally breathe a sigh of relief. Yet, in front of Shen Yunyu, she dared not show too much emotion.

Dong Li calculated the dates. Although it was a bit late, planting another batch of cabbage should still be feasible. If all else failed, she had her natural cheat, Bishu; harvesting a crop of cabbage before the heavy snow fell would not be a problem.

That afternoon, Du Yuesheng and Yuan Sanbao paid a visit to Huang Chujiu, offering to acquire the Huang family wharf to help him out of his predicament. Huang Chujiu was shocked and enraged; furious and resentful, he flatly refused Du Yuesheng.

With the power of the "Blood Pagoda," it should be able to withstand the explosion. Although it would likely cause massive damage to the "Blood Pagoda" and might even destroy it, Shen Feng had no other choice; he had to do it.

What Chen Feng said was true; the Five Elements Meridian Massage had no effect other than reducing inflammation. It might make one feel more comfortable, but it was nowhere near as effective as a physical therapy bed.

Before arriving, they had unearthed everything there was to know about the imperial family, and one of the most important figures was this Seventh Princess.

"Are you sure you won't regret it?" Behind her, Chu Yanzhi’s voice sounded once more, faintly laced with suppressed anger.

Yang Yuanzhi waved his hand, and the stone skin of the Ritual Eye Stone peeled away in layers, revealing a smooth surface. The eye-like stone stared into the distance as if possessed by ghosts and gods, filled with unknown danger.

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Wang Mingyang knew that his brother was deeply invested in the orphanage, feeling that his brother would likely spend his entire life tied to that place.

"I am very sorry to disturb you so late. It’s just that I’ve been so busy lately, I haven't been able to find the time, so I had to come this late." Ning Fuchen’s face was full of apology; at such an hour, any normal person would already be asleep.

But never mind; this matter could no longer be explained clearly. The outcome was already set, so what else could be done?

Bai Su inwardly cursed, "Oh no." How could he have said something like that? Yet, his face remained impassive, as he tried to figure out what to say to deflect his brother’s inquisitive gaze.

Xia Jianye did not earn much, but for the past two months, in order to save up money to buy things for Xia Zhi, he had been eating at the military canteen, not even daring to buy a box of cigarettes. Life was truly hard.

Jing Lichen remained silent, the words of comfort he wanted to tell her stuck in his throat.

"In that case, let’s start creating more awesome Geng Haoshis!" Geng Haoshi completely ignored 9527’s words as if they were wind passing by his ears.

Liu Xing asked the Bicycle Killer for a pile of spirit stones, and the cultivation levels of the two began to soar rapidly.

"But the fact is, I am currently Jing Lichen’s fiancée, and we have already registered our marriage." Jiu’er was dazed for a moment before she retorted.