Chapter 22

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Did anyone really think he didn’t want to get involved? That’s all nonsense. If he had the strength, would he still be a merchant? Everyone knows merchants always lose out in these matters. The strategy of sustaining war by war is just like that: first build up strength, then loot more with each battle, and once strong enough, launch a major raid or eliminate a threatening target.

Those things instantly transformed into a watery cocoon, enveloping Fang Xing completely, while the liquid, brimming with endless vitality and immense power, slowly entered Fang Xing’s body.

“No need for that, just return it directly!” Ming Xin remarked dismissively, seeing how complicated Ye Feng was making things.

Those words were clever. First, they agreed to carry out Xiu Ming’s orders; second, they aligned themselves with him. If any trouble arises later, there’s no need to actually bring Xiu Ming over—just invoking his name is enough to intimidate others.

Only Chen Yu possessed the strength of a Great Pill-forming Cultivator; besides, if they struck first against Chen Yu, their good days would be over.

Chen Yu planned to take a longer route, knowing that going straight would definitely run into traps laid for Luo Nizhang.

Chen Haoran felt a warmth in his chest—this is it! Take down that bastard Heavenly God, and humanity will be the truly invincible race.

His sandy brown hairstyle had lost its gelled shape and collapsed, his oversized shirt was dull and loose, paired with torn jeans, holding a steel blade in hand. He looked about twenty-five or twenty-six, but the greed in his eyes was glaringly obvious.

Back then, Hattori Hanzo’s life energy remained in some measure, but the problem was that this energy, mutated and unique to the other party, couldn’t simply be mimicked instantly. Not only was the quantity insufficient, but the enemy before him wouldn’t allow any chance to copy it.

“You’re lying; I don’t believe you! I want to ask Dad myself!” Qiao Ran lost control of her emotions, almost shouting.

My head feels dizzy—does that mean I need to train harder? Could the master’s enemies be very powerful? Is the Ninth Heaven extremely dangerous?

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Indeed, that young man was remarkably composed for his age, able to remain utterly still under crushing pressure. Especially over the past two years, his emotions never flickered, making it impossible for anyone to read a trace of his thoughts. Truly a formidable opponent.

Zuo Yu slipped his hand along her clothing, then slowly traced her waistline.

Rong Xi frowned. Last night, their detachment allowed them to share a room; now, he was still undergoing his father’s test and might not share a room with her tonight either. How troublesome.

He wore a concerned expression, but inside, he was quite gleeful, secretly wishing they would come to blows.

The monk gently touched the red hibiscus beside him; his calm and gentle eyes revealed softness and longing.

“I have no way out,” Yan Xiang snorted coldly. Her expression shifted from helplessness to a flushed panic, utterly flustered.

Sure enough, knowing how busy this man was yet still following along deeply moved Long Jiu’er.

Long Jiu’er pursed her lips, bringing the cup close to Zhan Moxi, lifting the other end of the straw to his lips.

Shui Miaoran and Tu Jueshuang said nothing, only casting a faint glance at Huo Yang, who was speaking. Holding the teacup, their hand slightly lifted then lowered, focusing on drinking the sweet tea, while in a hidden corner of their eyes, a sly, mocking smile flickered, unseen by others.

“So, during the simulation training, everyone must seize the opportunity to practice thoroughly. When the time comes, show no mercy. Remember: war knows no kindness,” the captain issued the final order.

“Let’s hope so! I must ask, where is the emperor now? I want to find him and persuade him,” the senior teacher inquired.

While helping Tang Tang out of her palace attire, she noticed the girl still clutching a slip of paper densely covered in the character for ‘Tang.’

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Moon Burial Flower was on the verge of bursting out at any moment. Yet, having endured so long, it seemed that if it erupted now, all prior efforts would be wasted. So, he held back.

“Then...” Qing Hong gazed thoughtfully at the plants beneath her, wondering if anyone learned this secret, wouldn’t Silent Cliff be easily infiltrated?

“Doctor, since my elder brother has awakened, may we enter to see him?” Cui Yuxi spoke, prompting the doctor to finish speaking, but without waiting, she directed the question herself.

Elder Wu’s sudden change of topic caught Yin Feng off guard, but thinking of his own gains in the past half month, he immediately dismissed Elder Wu’s words.

“Yes!” Qidian recounted in detail how Zhan Tianba stalked Lan Yi, worked for their family, then attempted to bully her today, only to be caught red-handed.

“Likewise, madam. If I win, I’d do the same,” Jones answered without looking up.

Those brainless fans didn’t realize—after nearly four years of music studies, haven’t you gained any sense?

Elder Long Jian looked on calmly, his eyes tranquil and unruffled. This distinguished guest failed to stir even the slightest ripple in his gaze.