Chapter 25

"I suppose... probably not." Chen Tairan scratched his scalp, mentally reviewing the deadlines for his various tasks, and feeling relieved, it seemed everything was fine.

Braving the wind and snow, Bai Lin arrived at Jinghu early in the morning and sensed something amiss the moment he stepped into Xiao Jingchen’s office.

The car came to a slow stop. Since the Chenglong Club had not yet opened for the day, Ma Long led Ye Feng through a side entrance into the lobby. The group had prepared dinner for Ye Feng, and he, not standing on ceremony, enjoyed a hearty meal before joining everyone for training.

"An'er, what's wrong?" Seeing Meng Fan'an dazed, Meng Qingyan walked over and asked with concern, his eyes revealing undisguised affection.

"I was raised on Sanlu milk powder," Shao Fei muttered before turning to face the students. They were no longer scrambling but were all looking at Shao Fei and his group in unison, their eyes filled with expectation.

Thus, Tu Dier did not order the capture of the opponent alive, which could be considered a final gesture of respect.

Tang Yun was thinking of Xiao Lang when she suddenly noticed a shadow flash outside. Vigilantly, she drew a silver needle from her side, ready to strike, but the black-clad figure darted in and tore off his face mask.

As Fei Ji sensed that masculine warmth drawing near, her body trembled even more violently; the drug lingering in her blood was tormenting her at every moment.

They lay quietly on the ground, their features indistinguishable, the blood flowing from them having pooled into a lake.

Could it be that they had missed the mechanism along the way? Did they need to retrace their steps? At this thought, the fire of rage burning in Han Wei’s heart intensified. Unable to control himself, his face twisted into a savage expression, startling Lin Xue into instinctively stepping back. Han Wei, completely oblivious to Lin Xue’s reaction, threw a fierce, full-force punch against the stone wall.

Suddenly, it withered and decayed like a plant losing its life, dissolving into a wisp of grey smoke without leaving even a trace of residue.

Su Mianmian sat on the sofa to the side, turning her head away and sulking.

"However, you can only take them off, you cannot look." Su Mianmian blushed, her face burning. Although she and Brother Ye had been intimate many times, he had never helped her take off her pants before.

Upon arriving, the first person she bumped into was Yao Ni, who was busy touching up her makeup. On the table sat a pair of Bentley car keys, displayed with a triumphant air.

Though this information came as a shock to Qin Yibai, after careful consideration, he accepted the explanation, as it was the only theory that made sense given the various rumors about the Immortal Realm on Earth.

Originally, Ling Weiyuan had dragged the Feng family into the fray to serve as scapegoats for Ling Wucheng, a move the Crown Prince had initially resisted. He had always kept the Futu prophecy in mind, firmly believing that only by marrying Feng Qingyao could his path to the throne be smooth and complete.

Despite his words, he felt deeply fortunate that his father had not followed him out of the palace. Otherwise, given his father's temperament, even if he had eventually agreed to let these people go, he likely would have demanded the Prince of War to agree to further conditions.

His voice lacked inflection and was quite ordinary, yet his years of issuing commands in the military meant his volume was habitually louder than that of an average person, and his tone was resonant and forceful.

Zhen Rou struggled to open her eyes. After a momentary darkness, she could vaguely see that the person who saved her was Cao Jin.

All the soldiers under the Eight Colonels were recruited from strong men of the Han Dynasty willing to enlist. The Garden of the West’s Eight Colonels also marked the first time in history that a formal recruitment system was implemented, serving as the inception for future recruitment models; prior to this, no such state-sanctioned system had existed.

But if this lecherous ghost wasn't a malicious spirit, then what was the meaning behind it grinning at me incessantly?

The departure of the giant whale allowed the crew on the freighter to breathe a sigh of relief. The previous tension vanished, and they began to distribute the newly acquired supplies, which were exactly what they needed most.

At this moment, not a hint of fear appeared on Ye Feng’s face; with a flicker of his body, he vanished from his spot.

"Precisely so. With us, the envoys of the Heavenly Gods, presiding over this, all the struggles of the Han people are in vain. Hahaha," someone nodded in agreement.

After driving for another twenty minutes, the car entered the barrier of the Heavenly Court. Everything within this barrier was undetectable to outsiders or their instruments.

Seeing that the prey could be snatched, Li Wu leaped out. Given his stature, his landing caused the ground to tremble.

"I am very sorry, Mr. Lin, but the Chairman is currently in a meeting. If you have any business, I can convey it for you," the voice on the other end replied.

Most of the wine in the cultivation world was brewed from fruits, but these were no ordinary fruits—they were spirit fruits.

His voice was not loud, yet every cultivator present was an old monster at the Human Immortal stage, and their divine senses were naturally incredibly powerful. His words, quite naturally, reached the ears of these old monsters without missing a single syllable.

Facing Beitang Chong'er, this mysterious man even revealed his true identity. It turned out this fellow was the Tiger General of the Demon Race, a name that sounded vaguely familiar to Beitang Chong'er.

Han Yueqiao was, of course, well aware of Beitang Chong'er’s strength, but the sudden appearance of this Tiger General was completely unexpected. Furthermore, since the Tiger General hadn't been serious during the match earlier, Han Yueqiao had no idea what the limits of his power really were.