Chapter 25

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The two staff members spoke with extreme courtesy, their words and actions devoid of the slightest hesitation.

At these words, the agent and the bodyguard trembled instantly. Not daring to delay, they followed the security guards into the elevator, looking utterly disheveled.

Indeed, Li Li had his reasons for seeking out Wang Shouren today. His visit was twofold: first, to meet the man himself; and second, concerning the matter of Prince Ning, Zhu Chenhao.

Occasionally, when cultivators from the Demon or Witch tribes appeared, the disciples of the Daoist sects would join forces to strike them down.

Unexpectedly, while suspended in mid-air, Wu Yi twisted his waist, turning from back to face Xiong Ben. With a wave of his hands, he seized the hand holding the blade. A quick twist disarmed Xiong Ben, and with a flick of his wrist, he drove the blade out from under the man’s arm, ending his life in a single strike.

The components of the Qin Ge spirit body began to dissolve into tiny fragments. Yet, at the same time, a flicker of light flashed across those specks, drawing them back together to reform new components.

After dressing, Su Xuan sat on the long corridor, gazing at the now-calm inner sanctum of the Shaolin Temple. He let out a long sigh; at the very least, Shaolin had been preserved. Thinking back on what had transpired here only a day ago, Su Xuan himself felt a chill run down his spine.

Watching this scene, Dugu Lang was at a loss for words. Heavens, this was truly beyond his expectations—it turned out that once you found the right method, all it took was pulling the power plug.

Su Xuan understood that his so-called immunity was not true immunity at all, but rather his own internal energy suppressing the toxins. In his view, perhaps this immunity was simply a form of internal energy.

"How much does it cost? Is it authentic? Which emperor used it?" Upon hearing this, Father Lin immediately fired off three questions.

Beside him, another Javanese customs officer roared and raised his rifle to fire at Tang Zhun.

His eyes suddenly lit up: the only person capable of jumping over this high wall was Old Ganbai! Why was he so certain that Old Ganbai could make the jump?

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Ying Cang knew exactly what they were thinking. He only wished that this fellow were truly a disciple of his own Penglai sect.

As the voice echoed, a figure emerged from the ground in the area behind the group.

As Xiao Lin spoke, more golden flames surged into the ruined pagoda. The pitch-black, scab-like residue covering the structure began to peel away, revealing a metallic body underneath. The entire tower seemed to brighten, as if a living creature had suddenly regained its vitality.

Countless cultivators were moved to submission at this moment; even the ancient deities bowed their heads in reverence.

"Even if your master desires the essence blood of the Dragon Clan, he doesn't need to go to the Demon Territory. Even if it were the essence blood of the reverse scale, with his abilities, it shouldn't be difficult to obtain," Xing Shachen lamented. While the Dragon Seal was precious, it wasn't worth losing one's life over.

"Son of Heaven, our meeting today surely cannot be a coincidence, can it?" Meng Fan swallowed a cup of wine and glanced sideways at the Son of Heaven, Zhou.

"It was just a false alarm. Pingjun, focus on nourishing the child; I shall handle the affairs of the inner palace." Shangguan Youmeng looked at the pair with a smile. Their happiness was something she had never attained, yet she hoped they could remain this way forever. In the deep palace, how many could say the same?

In contrast to Liu Bingyi’s worried expression, Shangguan Youmeng appeared calm and understanding as she sipped her tea. "Bingyi, what do you think of Emperor Zhao and me?" This seemingly unrelated question caused Liu Bingyi to pause.

These words caused the three people present to nod repeatedly; they now generally understood the Empress's intentions.

"This is?" The gazes of Xuanyuan Wuji and Bai Suxin fell simultaneously upon the token in Jun Yixiao’s palm.

"What?" I shouted, unable to hear her clearly over the roar of the rain and thunder.

Fortunately, he still possessed a prestigious reputation that allowed him to live without worry until his dying day, but the same could not be said for his descendants.

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The three secret guards were on the verge of madness. They had never encountered anyone so overbearing. Yet, if this Ming Zhao were truly to act, they would have no recourse. Since this man was content to simply watch, they let him watch—as long as he did not interfere! What else could they do?

The Emperor and Shao An were clever enough to realize that Gao Wei was implying the Li Hongyi affair had not been exposed, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come!" Jun Yixiao shouted, dragging his broken, exhausted body toward Yun Chen. He used his mental will to command the Shennong Cauldron to strike out at Yun Chen with frantic force.

Jing Cheng had naturally not yet shared this news with others in the court, and the three of them were quite shaken upon hearing it from Lun Ling.

Come to think of it, Luo Feng was the same as ever, though his attire was more refined than in previous years and his complexion looked healthy. Fang Ruohua felt slightly puzzled, however; a strange, medicinal fragrance clung to him, one that felt inexplicably familiar for some reason.

The original owner of the body had a volatile temper. Seeing the male lead smear her reputation and then drag out an apology, she went straight to posting a long Weibo thread to denounce the matter.

"Huanhuan is here?" The Great Elder was decades older than Qin Huanhuan—old enough to be her father—so whenever he faced her, his usually stern face would soften involuntarily.

He said nothing more, picking up his chopsticks to place a serving of dried radish stir-fried with cured meat onto the dish in front of Sheng Siyao.