Chapter 21

The venerable ancestor of Qihuang Cave packed his belongings onto his back, then gazed at the underground chamber where he had dwelled for centuries. Guided by his spiritual energy, his body moved toward a corner.

Not only George, but everyone’s eyes turned toward Qiu... Before leaving, Annie had given him a pendant, saying that if he was forced into a desperate situation, he could throw it away.

Old Yang called out a greeting and watched the young man vanish into the alley illuminated by lantern light, gradually fading into the distance.

“Go touch that opal necklace from last time—the one the mysterious figure left in the old Gunter mansion.”

The middle-aged man responded to his father, then turned back and reentered the main hall, stepping aside slightly to beckon Lian Ge.

As he spoke, the corpse king launched a flurry of attacks, already seizing two cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage. A thick black death aura surged from his hands, binding the two like ropes before throwing them into a corner of the altar. His figure then darted like lightning toward another cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage.

“It’s fine.” Yet Yang Shan seemed unconcerned, still somewhat excited and curious as she looked at Re Le.

He reasonably suspected that if he tried to run, the person before him likely already knew. Everything that happened earlier was just a performance for his sake.

Both of them looked at Mu Mu with excitement and joy, utterly captivated for a moment.

He was no deity who saved all beings; he had no inclination to meddle in others’ messy affairs. But because Huo Yun had sought out Wu Tan, and it was but a trivial matter, he helped out casually.

“You mean you encountered Lilith, one of humanity’s primordial ancestors?” Reese Lee exclaimed in disbelief.

Because the zombie gu’s mouth had grown too large, it couldn’t notice below, so the modified corpse pushed aside its foot and punched the zombie gu’s mouth. The zombie gu recoiled in pain, releasing its grip, allowing me to return to the modified corpse’s embrace.

An incident in the palace had many waiting to gloat; suppressing it would only further tarnish the palace’s reputation, so a frank explanation to the world was necessary.

From frying, to boiling, then shaking, and finally frying again—a single potato could be prepared in so many ways, astonishing everyone.

They typically didn’t manage the company directly, as they had a large staff of managers; their role was simply to oversee.

His handwriting now was upright before me, far better than before—a tremendous improvement.

Just as Tang Can was filled with unwillingness and despair, a strange sound suddenly came from above.

Watching the movements of the Hidden World team, the military’s six squads, and a few other groups, she knew this danger was no baseless rumor, so she immediately gathered her team to withdraw.

Shi Mukun’s every action after jumping into the train car caught the eye of insurance manager Hu Yuan.

It was in a remote house in the suburbs; despite the isolation, she felt no fear. After all, death was but death—she had no value left in life. She thought bitterly: dying here might be peaceful.

The style was unique, the tailoring excellent—likely the work of a disciple. She was most skilled in designing evening gowns; perhaps it was a personal preference.

Yu Feifei dashed inside, tossed that group photo from the trash bin, clapped her hands, and left.

This scene made Ye Xiaomei’s heart race wildly; she could hardly believe the man would take the initiative to kiss her.

“Your pout looks lovely. Do you know why I sneaked back just now?” Li Moran’s eyes gleamed with a peculiar light, making Ye Xiaomei feel uneasy.

The legendary name of the crown prince, the only son of Prince Jin, had long been known to this young official, who admired him deeply. Yet, meeting the prince in person revealed a character far beyond his imagination.

Ignoring friends’ advice, suffering losses is obvious. Indeed, O’Kay suffered a great loss—and it was self-inflicted.

The concept of the Five Capitals was truly proposed by Liu Mu, aiming to transform the Tang Dynasty into a multi-centered, diversified realm.

He had always taken it for granted, overlooking the possibility that Li Ming’s feelings for Ye Zhiyuan were love, and thus ignoring Li Ming’s tolerance and patience toward him—an attitude not typical toward a romantic rival.

Han Yin appraised the man, who was also sizing up Han Yin. The unabashedly aggressive gaze caused Han Yin to frown slightly.

“Stop pretending to be kind!” Hu Man snorted, deciding not to go out and instead stayed in the room to draw.

“Enough!” Wang Banshan grunted, halting his subordinates from relentlessly attacking Shen Yun. Though they had political differences, Wang considered himself a man of integrity and did not wish to strike his opponent in that way.

Though he had never slain a dragon, Achilles’ legacy seemed tied to dragon slaying, and the Star Throne had once been stained with the Dragon King’s blood. Although his current strength was weak, he was a bona fide apprentice dragon slayer.

“Fourth prince, do you know why you always lose to the second prince in hunting contests?” The voice of Wu Jian was hoarse and rough, like sand rubbing.

At this moment, Yun Langya stood sword in hand like facing a great enemy, his deep eyes filled with murderous intent and frustration.

Crimson mysterious blood crystals oozed slowly from the ‘cracks’ on the sword’s blade, wrapping the dark, thick sheath in a captivating brilliance. These mysterious blood crystals—Lance did not know their origin, but they had never disappointed him.

Wu Feiyang inhaled deeply, the six paths of true fire surging within him, and beams of light appeared on his body’s surface.

The Northern Abyss Daoist was evidently of high seniority; upon his arrival, everyone hurried to greet him with respect.

Most importantly, Ashura was far more disciplined than other apes, lacking their typical hyperactivity, impatience, and rudeness. His courteous demeanor almost made Lance believe a hunter was concealed beneath his purple fur.

She wanted to rush back immediately to reveal the secrets of the Ghost Hotel to everyone but dared not act rashly, as, for some unknown reason, the other three teams’ attention seemed fixed on their group.

Zhang Xiangsi stuck out his tongue at Yu Pingsheng. He was too shameless; unable to argue, Yu Pingsheng had no choice but to flee.