Chapter Twenty-Two: Sweet Potato Sprouts In the town of Qingxi...

At Yan Di’s feet, the soil dried up, and the flowers and grass withered, as if their vitality had been devoured, meeting the end of their lives in an instant. Staring at the Chaos Bell before him, Cang Jie burst out laughing. “Houtu, you want to seal me? Dream on. I, Hongyun, have already died once—what is there to fear in dying again? But even if I die, I won’t let you have it easy.” With those words, Cang Jie’s aura suddenly erupted in a violent surge.

Then, with a thunderous roar, the Blade of the Yellow Springs and the Word of Restraint shattered simultaneously, and the force unleashed by their collision tore vast swathes of space asunder, forming a colossal black hole in the fabric of reality.

The struggle dragged on for quite some time, when suddenly enemy cavalry appeared ahead, shouting something loudly before all of them began to retreat.

Normally, the Dao Martial Ranking Tournament only awarded a large number of points and granted select individuals greater access to the Dao Academy’s secret realms. But this time, things were completely different: the forty participants were each given fifty thousand points, and only the top ten received additional rewards. Yet for those on the Blue Yi City mission, their rewards had not materialized even now.

No matter how many twists and turns occurred along the way, the ultimate fate of the Dao Source Bell could only belong to Gu Chenfeng.

Seeing Gao Dewei enter, Cheng Shiyuan and Wang Haiming wisely refrained from continuing the discussion about Wei Zhiqiang.

Guang Chengzi’s actions did not go unnoticed by the other disciples of the Clarifying Sect. Naturally, they were filled with envy and jealousy. Guang Chengzi used merit to enhance the power of his spiritual treasure—such extravagance! If you don’t want this merit, why bother being the Mentor of the Human Sovereign?

Outside Yong’en City, though it had just survived a perilous crimson tide, the residents seemed largely unaffected; at any rate, what Li Cheng saw was the same as always.

But what happened next was beyond Kunpeng’s wildest expectations. Minghe, with absolute power, crushed the sixty-eight quasi-saint rogue cultivators, slaughtering them all. Most astonishingly, Minghe’s deadly sword also struck at Kunpeng, who had been hiding nearby. Clearly, Minghe had noticed him and acted accordingly.

My expression darkened as I pressed my right hand against Yu Meiqing’s neck. With just a touch of force, her face turned red, starved of oxygen and nearly suffocating. Yet her eyes remained full of stubborn defiance.

After taking a glance at the morgue, Lu Sen walked out. Many people were baffled, since Lu Sen emerged from the morgue with a smile playing at his lips.

I checked the time and realized I hadn’t slept at all through the night—it was already past seven in the morning.

Over the course of a year, hundreds of characters had emerged. Some moved me, others encouraged me.

“Did you meet on the road?” Xia Zechen’s gaze suddenly sharpened, for Bai Mingyi had said it was a chance encounter during a meal.

“So that’s it… I think I understand what President Han means.” Song Yi smiled and nodded. Han Ge wanted to crush that cinema.

Break up? That thought never crossed my mind. Since I had the courage to throw everything aside and be with Su Jinglin back then, I was prepared to face anything! We were young, caught up in the fever of love, and it seemed like love was everything—being together was the most important thing in the world.

Li Caiju tried to intervene, but I pulled her back. “It’s fine, Brother Li. Let’s drink together—are you afraid to drink alone?” Startled by my sharp look, Li Caiju lost her composure and sat down.

I sneered, then brushed aside the man blocking my view. Without instructions from Young Master Han, none of them dared act. With a nudge to his shoulder, his body crashed into the bed’s edge. He frowned, about to curse, but after a cold glare from me, he fell instantly silent.

Qian Shanyong could never break through the seventh heaven; beads of sweat dotted his brow. Li Qiang, worried he would get stuck in a rut, couldn’t help but be concerned.

Ye Qianxun’s gaze was fixed on Qiao Qian’s right hand, which was linked through Cheng Jingting’s arm. His face was so dark it was nearly stormy.

Guan Jintong poured wine for Ye Ran, unhurried. Lost in thought, Ye Ran seemed startled by the delicate trickle of red wine into the glass, clenching her fist tightly on her knee.

Seeing Dong Yu’s dumbfounded expression, Li Ronghua was inwardly vexed. She didn’t want to be associated with Dong Yu, but his character in their past life had been impeccable; he would never harm anyone. Though she could resolve the current predicament, it had to be done without brute force.

Now, Li Qiuyi had calmed down. Hearing Li Ronghua’s words and seeing the old lady’s softened demeanor, her own regret surged so strongly she wished she could crawl into a hole. Faced with the old lady’s questioning, she couldn’t utter a word.

An Yirou hesitated for a moment before finally speaking, “It’s nothing.” Should she choose to trust him?

Yes, their family did have a bit of a sting operation going, using their own treasure as bait to lure in thieves.

“Miss, don’t worry. No matter what, he’s a cultivator—he won’t be injured so easily,” Xuanyuan Mu said, seeing her worried expression, trying to comfort her.

Guan Tiantong recounted to Guan Xiaotong in detail how he had brought Ryan to their father Guan Qiyue’s office.