Chapter 23

Night Star Soul merely tapped into a sliver of his Heavenly Demon essence to execute the Heavenly Demon Finger, effortlessly subduing a master of the Innate Martial Realm—though, of course, this "master" was only by the standards of ordinary people.

Before long, the two maidservants who had been kneeling outside were helped in by four sturdy matrons.

Shuning immediately consulted the head nurse and the matrons, sent over some food and tonics that might be useful for Xuxu, and instructed the wife of Wang Yin to remember to report back if anything happened.

"Heh." Upon hearing Lin Feng's explanation, Gui Anhe said nothing, only nodded with a smile, while exchanging surprised glances with his companion.

A faint sense of unease stirred in Shuning’s heart. Could a casual remark she made years ago have been the origin of Wu Dan’s clock-making workshop? She shook her head, secretly chiding herself: she was giving herself far too much credit.

"Uh, Brother Feng, you’ve already bought breakfast. Did I oversleep again?" Ning Le looked at Lin Feng and then at the breakfast on the table, saying sheepishly. It was quite awkward; the promised breakfast had appeared, but it wasn't the one he had bought.

"Reporting to the Young Master, Leng Feng and his men have already begun their operations, and the results are extremely significant!" Leng Yu replied in a low voice, seemingly afraid that even a slightly louder tone might disturb Night Star Soul’s train of thought.

This wooden box was the very one used to hold the jade bracelet, identical to the one discovered in the ancient tomb in the Northwest.

"Hmph. Zhuo Lingyue, I suspect that in your heart, everyone except Mo Yanye is a person of this sort. How truly laughable." Li Zhenting swept a look of disdain over her and descended the stairs.

Lu Xiu drew the blade in his hand and said, "Brother Hua, just you wait. Whoever hit you, I will surely stab him to death."

It was a rare evening spent eating with my uncle and aunt. My uncle asked about my studies and told me I would be taking the high school entrance exams next year, urging me to study hard. I agreed readily to appease them, and as soon as dinner was over, I hid back in my room early.

Another hour passed before Luo Chen finished refining. The surrounding flames had thinned significantly and could no longer pose a threat to them.

Chu Tian felt deeply frustrated at this moment. Although his strength was a fraction greater than Ao Fengyun’s, he could not fathom Ao Fengyun’s attack patterns or combat style, leaving him forced to react to the rhythm of the battle.

"Then, does killing his two clones have any impact on him?" Gongye Haomiao asked again.

Since it was impossible to utilize the Nine Dharma Bodies, he needed another way to bolster his strength. If he could obtain enough Heart Fate Stones and refine another True Intent Thought Seal, that would solve many problems.

In the end, Situ Liang strictly followed Gu Yun’s arrangements, berating the opponent’s Number 2 until he was drenched in abuse and his face turned ashen; however, the resilience of this Number 2 was clearly far superior to that of the Qi Chen Kingdom’s Number 2.

In just these few short breaths, dozens of people within Meng Qi’s line of sight were either wounded, crippled, or had completely lost their lives.

This horrifying method of killing left all the drug lords and villains in the world trembling with fear. They knew who had killed Watson, and they knew their own sins were no less severe than his. For a time, everyone felt endangered, terrified that the person would come for them next.

Clearly seeing the malicious glint flickering in the eyes of many below, Luo Chen smiled slightly and suddenly flicked his finger.

With his current comprehensive strength at the first level, he found himself unable to even resist the pressure emanating from that wooden box.

"Courting death." As a public detective, Wang Feng felt that the kind of detective who could distinguish between good and evil was the most beautiful.

Ye Shimei left the rest of her words unsaid, but the implication was self-evident. Wang Feng, being so clever, naturally had a flash of realization the moment his mind turned to it.

Ailin looked at Ragnar, then nodded firmly and began to cast her divine art.

"Purple Flame Battle Armor!" With a roar, a purple-gold armor emerged upon Night Maple, his majestic aura surging instantly. His blood-red eyes locked onto the Abyss Blade Demon, who was engaged in battle with several Realm Kings in the sky above.

Gray mist swirled not far beneath the bridge, making it impossible to see what the surface of the River of Oblivion looked like.

She suppressed the excruciating pain in her throat; the days of overwhelming pressure had nearly exhausted all her energy, but she had no time to wait.

At the very least, this was the first time Qin Yuzhen had heard such words. Although she also felt that Wang Feng was boasting, who could blame her? Xiang Ru and Tian Yuyan were her enemies, and seeing her enemies suffer was inexplicably pleasing.

None of them were ordinary people, so going without food or drink was of no consequence. During this period, Shen Meng and her husband only went out occasionally; most of their time was spent either discussing relevant mysterious information with Chen Xu or researching the vertical shaft together.

If the ambush by those two salt-laborer thugs in the mountain forest the day before was merely an accidental event, then last night's assassination was sufficient proof that there was more to this than met the eye. The identity of the youth he had possessed was by no means simple. But for now, Zhang Fang was more concerned with what kind of trouble "he" had gotten into to invite wave after wave of killers and assassins.

Yet, not only was he ungrateful, but he also scoffed at the counterfeit forged by Mo Xun. He truly could not fathom what the man was after.

What startled Li Yi was not that the bronze sword had broken, but what was revealed after it had snapped.

One of the derivative principles of relativity is that when an object's speed approaches or reaches the speed of light, time slows down or stops.

The sky was dim as Zhang Fang dragged his weary steps slowly out of the forest. The Han brothers hurried forward, surprised to support Zhang Fang’s swaying body. They were puzzled: they had only been interrogating two defenseless fellows, so how could he be this exhausted?

He could not help but examine the "Flower Moon Pavilion" carefully. Although he harbored doubts, he could not see anything wrong with it. Could he be overthinking?

Yet, when she reached out to touch it, her back was empty. "Where is the famous sword?" she exclaimed. Yuan Shumu, Nie Chongtian, and Shangguan Hong all cast their gazes toward Shangguan Ziyun; they had just seen her carrying the sword on her back, and now, it was truly gone.