Chapter 22

Before he knew it, time had slipped away. By dinner, Cang Yunjing had arrived, and they enjoyed a lively meal together.

Wen Yang stared blankly at the ceiling. After a few minutes, he struggled to pull the quilt over his face and closed his eyes, forcing himself to fall asleep.

Initially, Tong Lingyun had entered into an engagement with Xiao Tao solely to ensure Zhang Jingjing's safety. Now that the crisis had been averted, she found herself harboring other thoughts.

As the elevator doors closed and it began a slow ascent, Yin Langge finally turned to look at Wen Yang, who was standing with his head bowed behind him.

With Nineteen and the bodyguards roaming around the villa, Ye Tian did not act rashly. Lacking the strength to eliminate them all in an instant, he realized he would have to pick them off one by one, he thought to himself.

Wen Yang tidied up the tableware and took it to the kitchen, washing the dishes diligently at the sink. He was completely unaware that Yin Langge had silently come to lean against the kitchen doorframe, watching his back with a smile.

Seeing that Mo Ran was so oblivious, Jiang Chao suddenly made his move. He grabbed her arm and pulled, pinning her beneath him in the blink of an eye. His clothes were disheveled and open, revealing a lean chest. With his long hair brushing against his shoulders, he looked like both a jade-faced gentleman and a terrifying demon.

Luo Yi entered the Qu residence without needing to be announced. As she brought Zhu Yanzhi to the entrance of Qu Yin's courtyard, she heard a peal of silver, bell-like laughter. Her lips twitched slightly, and she cast a casual glance at Zhu Yanzhi, finding his expression as unreadable as before—neither good nor bad.

"I know the risks are significant, perhaps even grave, but if we do not strike hard against the Yellow Blade Society, they will only grow more powerful. By then, I fear our police department will be unable to contain them," Uncle Wang said with a furrowed brow.

Hearing Ye Yu's words, Ye Tian’s head was immediately covered in black lines, and he couldn't help but snap, "Damn it, who is thinking of you? Don't be narcissistic. I only called to ask if you were the ones who took Xue'er," Ye Tian said, feeling utterly speechless.

According to the contract between the Heavens Agency and the primordial will of the Naruto world, if Ling Yun could perform tasks that strengthened the overall power of the ninja world, or boost the abilities of key figures, he would receive additional remuneration.

If that had been all, it might have been bearable, but fate is a cruel jester. Jun Moxuan took her away in a fit of pique, and from that moment on, a nightmare began.

Dong Hong clearly saw this as an opportunity to curry favor. In his memorial to the throne, he mentioned that when King Zhuangxiang of Qin was adopted by Lady Huayang and ascended the throne, both his biological mother and Lady Huayang were titled Empress Dowager. Thus, he suggested His Majesty could follow the example of King Zhuangxiang and elevate the Empress Dowager of Dingtao to the rank of Emperor Dowager.

This caused the many people secretly watching Xu Chen to repeatedly and involuntarily shift their gazes toward Bai Lingxi, swallowing their envy in silence.

Blood splattered everywhere. Under the impact of Ling Yun's sword energy, Duan Lang, covered in blood, was sent flying backward. Eighteen jets of blood erupted from him at once. Having suffered heavy injuries in a single exchange, he crashed to the ground and fell unconscious.

"This servant did not sleep well last night; let us rest a while longer before setting off." Wei Zhongxian was still deep in sleep. Under normal circumstances, anyone who dared to disturb his rest would have been scolded or whipped.

Since Xiao Wangzhi could find a multitude of allies to consolidate his position, why couldn't Shi Gao do the same?

Holding my phone, I didn't know how to compose my expression, so I kept my head down and continued eating to hide my bewildered joy. Xiao He walked slowly from the restroom back to the table and sat down, staring at me with a strange look as I hunched over my food.

In the past, this gesture from Jun Mochen would have left her deeply ashamed, but she had since developed an immunity to such things; her skin had grown so thick that perhaps not even a spear could pierce it.

"That's right, I was pregnant and I miscarried. The child was Tang Xi's." Even though it was the truth, I didn't want to tell him.

However, although Lin Shanmei’s master-level cultivation was not fully mastered and her techniques were slightly lacking, preventing her from unleashing her true potential, her combat instincts remained. Even with an injured right leg, she still managed to dodge Wang Ying's chain attacks.

If Duanmu Wei hadn't promptly deployed the army to suppress the beast tide, the death toll would certainly not have been ten thousand—it would have been hundreds of thousands, or even millions.

Looking at Kong Gaoming nearby, he also seemed frightened; his honest face was contorted, all his features bunched together.

Shi Potian looked at him with even greater disdain; he was nothing more than an ignorant bumpkin.

This was a beast of brutal nature and extreme bloodthirst. Whether human or beast, anything that crossed its path would be attacked and turned into its prey.

The black gate opened gently, and a cool breeze wafted out. Everyone present, including Qin Yanghao, immediately knelt on both knees and performed a grand kowtow.

As if struck by a bolt of divine lightning, Leng Tiexin's brain suffered a temporary short circuit, leaving his mind a complete blank.

They began to lose confidence. Had they not seen Mo Lingxuan, who remained incredibly calm in the sky, they would have fled long ago. But they truly had no bottom line, because they could not fathom this youth and had no idea how much power he truly possessed.

Dong Xiaoxiao knew that in the face of Lin Fan's absolute power, all resistance was futile. She settled into a comfortable sitting position, and then Lin Fan tapped her acupoints.

Only at this moment, seeing that Yu Hanxin was still worried about whether he had eaten, did Di Ligie's heart suddenly relax.

The cultivators discussed the events in hushed tones, each with their own opinions. This grand competition was far more intense and cruel than previous ones, and it held many more variables.

Perhaps she had long wished to commit suicide, but having lost both her hands and feet, she was unable to move. Even the right to die had been stripped from her. At this point, she likely no longer believed in the arrival of a savior.