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Qian Fuqu was captivated by Ji Ningzhao’s appearance from the very moment they met, struck for an instant by her beauty. Often, it is among women that one finds the purest appreciation for another’s loveliness. Yet, even after being dazzled once, Qian Fuqu still found herself momentarily lost as Ji Ningzhao glanced up at her and smiled beneath the dappled sunlight, thinking that, as expected of someone from the Mystical Sect, her features and bearing truly had a touch of ethereal grace.

While Li Yunfei was immersed in cultivation, Zhang Nansheng and the others had already prepared everything needed to establish their camp.

“It’s not just possible—it’s inevitable. How could our Sacred Academy of the Song Dynasty have only celestial immortals?” Xu Xian smiled and turned to look at Ouyang Yu.

Not only Old Liu and the crowd of doctors refused to believe it—he himself did not feel entirely confident. Firstly, with Zhao Wumian’s abilities, she would not easily let her identity be guessed. Secondly, even if someone suspected, so what?

Zhang Tianhao’s fierce blade once again surged forward, cutting through everything in its path toward Shi Lang.

As long as the Water Guard of the Hidden Paradise hadn’t suffered a devastating blow, they were far from being wiped out. Thus, everyone’s gaze instinctively fell upon Wick’s face.

The Candle Dragon looked down at the Eight Blades of the Emperor, seeing the depressions of handprints upon them. With a cold smile, it gripped the blades and gave a sharp shake, restoring them completely—as if the previous scene had been nothing but an illusion.

“Detect the attack method and intercept it!” Chen Bujian picked up the microphone again and gave orders to Mr. C.

Ordinarily, the Sword Seal and those strands of sword energy did not behave unusually, but once his consciousness slipped into a haze, they served to awaken him.

A seventh-tier Divine Lord martial artist—such a one could withstand the assaults of a nascent Divine King without relying on anything but sheer physical strength. In this space, Wu Lie’s cultivation was undoubtedly at its peak.

I turned my head and saw Dongfang Yu watching me, her expression clearly saying she had something important to discuss.

He couldn’t help but laugh as he read, then logged into her QQ space, and sure enough, her status message had been changed to that very phrase.

Gazing up at the tall male police officer before me, I had no desire to even ask his name. Policemen like him seemed rigid and inflexible—a block of wood, claiming he was there to protect me. I felt that, at a critical moment, I might need to protect him instead.

The only thing that didn’t make sense was why Kao hadn’t explained things to Ye Zhen over the phone. Kao disliked talking much, but this wasn’t a trivial matter. Had he told Ye Zhen, she could have been spared a great deal of worry.

“Master Bai, rumors are hardly ever true. Since all is well here, I’ll take my leave.” Xie Gongbao burst into the hall with the sole purpose of slaying the python. He loathed being questioned, so he turned and hurried out, leaping off the cliff.

By now, most people were awake. Seeing the security guards’ cowardice, the crowd immediately began jeering.

Xie Gongbao shrugged with a bitter smile. “I don’t know—maybe he’s still calming down.” As he finished speaking, he saw Zou Qi wave at him. He gave the assembled crowd a brief salute, then turned and drifted away.

Ahead lay a cave lake, its surface frozen. Crossing it led to a stone staircase descending straight underground. Following the steps down, passing two Soul Locking Arrays, one came to a massive stone door. Opening it revealed a stone chamber, in which a brazier burned warmly; four or five soldiers sat gathered around it.

The next day, before dawn, the two were startled awake by the sound of gunfire in their dreams. Shi Xiaofeng hurriedly dressed and rushed out to assist, but the battle was already over. At the foot of the mine lay a dozen corpses of drug traffickers.

All morning, Ming Fan was locked in his room. Ming Lou had Ah Xiang bring him food, but forbade them from applying medicine. Breakfast was left on the table, and the door was locked behind them, with strict orders that no one was to enter before they returned.