Chapter 23

At that moment, the old lady slowly awakened. She looked at me, first in surprise, blinking as if she couldn’t recall who I was. I felt a surge of anxiety—if she blamed me, what would I do then?

Heng Yanlin was caught off guard by that remark. He glanced at Leng Gurong before him, puzzled by what the other was up to.

The Lord of Hell’s infamous reputation was well-deserved, but his mind was cunning and sly. Though he seemed to have only just appeared, he had actually been secretly observing Charles for quite some time.

Besides, the boss was right. If Sister Yihan learned everything about the boss now, who knows if she could still focus on her practice.

He gently lifted Kong Yihan’s face, studying it closely. The scar beneath her right eye remained stark, a permanent reminder of that unforgettable moment.

Outside, storms had swept the land in a single night, and even the hot springs within the room’s pool were disturbed by relentless ripples. I held Li Tan tightly, listening to thunder crashing overhead, yet within me there was an unprecedented calm—for the first time in eighteen years, I felt I was living like an immortal.

Song Zheyi was truly the most handsome man in the world; with just the act of lifting a lantern, I felt compelled to compose an epic poem in his honor.

After breaking through the icy prison, Honghong’s chest heaved violently, the motion tempting and alluring.

I confessed, saying Yanyan was a celestial from the Hall of Marriage above, sent to tie a red thread between Li Tan and me.

As their car came to a halt, the black sedan in pursuit pulled up behind, blocking the road back.

Zhuang Yan clicked his tongue at the story, seemingly regretting that Red A hadn’t gone for the kill. But he knew it was only wishful thinking—after all, Red A was destined to become the heroic spirit of Emiya, and such a figure would never be ruthless.

Gu Yiyi saw that the crowd in the hall had begun to disperse. Those needing medical attention went about their business, while those who had come in merely for the spectacle now filtered out.

Silence fell instantly, as if even the molecules in the air paused their restless dance to commemorate this historic moment of awkwardness.

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Even high-powered radios could pick up strange signals from space; my walkie-talkie, too, received a bizarre transmission.

“Don’t talk!” Xie Jingchen shot her a glare, pressing her onto the lazy sofa before heading off to pour her hot water for a bath.

Ouyang answered Felin’s questions as he reached over to fasten her seatbelt, started the car, and gently eased it forward.

Just as his wife said, he invested most of his energy in work, precisely because he inwardly avoided such domestic trivialities.

Yet from the base of the mountain to the hidden cave where Zhang Shanni waited was a vast distance, with trees and terrain obscuring the way. Even if they truly had telepathic connection, they’d need to get closer before it could manifest.

A young man with cropped hair and a chiseled face, full of determination, frowned slightly as the sound of dragon roars echoed outside.

Though they hadn’t dealt directly with Qin Tian, they’d heard tales—a fierce man who disregarded the King of Light. Three armed criminals wouldn’t faze Qin Tian; for a master like him, facing them meant subduing them single-handedly.

Qin Ning’s shouts rang out continuously, making it seem as though one had entered a bustling marketplace.

He grabbed another rib in a fluster, stuffing it into his mouth and chewing earnestly with head bowed.

This scene drew the attention of those about to ascend the mountain, their eyes filled with surprise.

Fat Hu’s voice was loud—though Qin Tian’s phone wasn’t on speaker, Lin Qingxue, Cheng Xinjie, and the others heard every word clearly.

Qin Ning’s fury had been anticipated by Bai Yu, but he hadn’t expected it to be triggered by this group of fools.

The other three exchanged hostile glances, turning away like sworn enemies, leaving those nearby bewildered. Yet for the strongmen of Xingyue Four Courts, such drama was commonplace.

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“Hello, Auntie will get it for you right away.” Ding Qingning placed her hand gently on Niuniu’s shoulder, speaking kindly before heading inside. She soon returned and handed a medium-sized princess dress to Ye Feiyang.

A towering tree stood alone, surrounded by endless grasslands and forests. Its height was unfathomable, with its branches and leaves obscuring the entire sky.

In other words, the person inexplicably absent from the palace was surely the traitor spy. Though this reverse deduction was risky, it might directly reveal the truth.

Yin Ningxuan paused, thinking, “At a time like this, why show me this?” Still, she instinctively reached out and took it—unexpectedly, she received two this time, and felt a rush of delight.

The Ice Emperor was about to make his move! At the very instant he did, the void above the Arctic icefields froze, as if millions of miles of space had solidified. The Holy Son of the Buddhist Sect acted simultaneously, and as both struck, the barrier of space began to fracture.

“Elder Yuan, the cultivation technique you gave me is Earth Fiend grade. No wonder my movement skills are much stronger than those low-level martial artists I’ve seen. But it’s only movement technique; my attack power has barely increased.” Shen Aotian’s excitement faded instantly into disappointment.

Suddenly, it was as if God Himself was enraged. The sky was filled with deadly explosives—so numerous and dense it defied imagination. Death itself seemed to howl across the heavens, unleashing world-ending power onto the tank factory.

Xia Yongning felt she’d never shed so many tears in her life—not even when Tian Fei had beaten and scolded her did her tears flow so endlessly.

Who was that short, stout figure she saw? And why were Yin Huan’s bodyguards here as well?

Yet she had to say it—if she’d lived in the palace for so long and still acted on impulse, she wouldn’t have survived.

But today, Major General Lokski discovered that no matter how he calculated, he couldn’t rouse his soldiers. That classic slogan, “Fight for Marxism-Leninism,” sounded so pale and powerless.

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