Chapter 21: The Ring

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I even told Yuehua not to rush to drink the ash blood. If we ultimately decided to eliminate the opponent, it would be better to have her start devouring her own kind as well—that would be more effective.

“If you’re only here to deliver a message, you can leave now.” Jin Xuan stopped and, seeing she hadn’t come inside, said coldly.

Yang Qing didn’t notice Xiang’er spying; his thoughts had already flown to the northeast of Chang’an, to Longshou Plain, to the greatest era and the grandest construction—the Daming Palace.

For a while after that, Meiting acted as if nothing had happened; classes began and ended as usual. Once, Wang Yong came to our department to catch Meiting. Many people gathered to watch, and the usually proud Zhuo Ranqi showed up too—Wang Yong had invited her to explain things to Meiting.

In a fierce battle, without using any medicine, one could be drained of energy and collapse, unable to get up—that would be disastrous.

I wanted to argue with them, suggesting taking Liu Tou’er for gastric lavage to see if it could help him recover, but I ultimately held back. Deep down, I had a suspicion that forced me to suppress my urge to contradict.

“You’re all useless—can’t even fend off someone worth hundreds of yuan. If you could beat him, do you think I’d be looking so disheveled?” Gu Feng shouted angrily at the bodyguards beside him, venting his frustration.

Ji Lingfei was slightly stunned but still reached out, wrapping her arms around his strong waist. Her face flushed; the closeness of their hearts was burning hot.

Han Song paused upon hearing the commotion and ignored me, walking straight over. But just as he was about to reach the bed, Sun Jiayao, previously lying quietly, suddenly sat up and grabbed the glass on the bedside, recklessly throwing it at Han Song’s body.

“By the way, the day after tomorrow I’m inviting Xiao Bin to dinner. Is noon or evening better for you?” I asked Zhao Yijing. If I invited Xiao Bin, he would likely come.

Outside the crack was a roughly ten-meter-wide clearing, surrounded by a circular rock formation forming a ring-shaped mountain. Beyond the clearing was a crater-like depression, shrouded in a hazy white mist, concealing whatever lay beneath.

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“Moti Tata!” Moga shouted. This was the Mo tribe’s auspicious chant and the command for all Mo tribesmen to prepare for battle.

Xi Feng thought Ling Yan was just a foolish child with a head full of nonsense, so he didn’t take him seriously and casually swung a palm at him. Xi Feng believed this single strike would be enough to kill Ling Yan.

But the opponent was like a ghost; their movements were impossible to track. After three muffled sounds, Major Lu and two others fell unconscious one after another.

Old Hei wore a strained expression. Could Ling Zimo have known that by devouring Dugu Yifang, his power would increase?

Two days ago, when Lin Feng first met Xiu Tian and Sun Jiaqi, the Fengchi Minghuo Python sensed their aura belonged to the Rebirth Realm.

With the remnant soul dealt with, Lin Feng absorbed the yin-yang spiritual energy from the remains. The aura from this one set of remains surpassed all the spiritual energy Lin Feng had absorbed since entering the secret realm.

The Seventh Elder was absent—they didn’t even call him Seventh Elder, just Old Seven. Repeatedly calling him Old Seven gave the impression their status ranked even above the Seventh Elder.

Master Wang wasn’t angry either. Seeing Princess Jiamin’s curious expression, he smiled quietly and ignored the two, turning back to his work.

Cangyun was utterly helpless, wanting to send his soul into the chaotic earth tablet. At worst, he would fight to the death with the Great Peacock King. It was better than being trapped in the tablet with his upper and lower halves like two disconnected continents, completely severed.

“This thing… could it be Fire Turtle Bile?” Xiao Yang looked at the remaining clump of muddy substance in his hand, frowning lightly. According to the records in the Medicine Emperor’s book, this was merely a refining material for a second-grade pill. Why then was it carefully placed in the tomb by the Fiery Spirit King?

“Ah, so that’s how it is. You’re really good at tricking people, making me excited for no reason,” the group muttered upon hearing this.

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Revealed was a figure with a flawless, exquisite body—smooth, taut, without a single flaw.

“That nine-headed tiger is a being rivaling an Immortal Court realm expert. How can we possibly help?” Princess Hei Huang pouted in displeasure.

Dao Third Master had a deep affection for the Mountain Mover; he regarded the Moon Eye Ring as the Mountain Mover’s legacy.

Clearly, this was a trap meticulously arranged by the Crown Prince, designed to kill a Star Soul rank expert.

With a flick of the long ruler, the Blue Ruler Jian shot out violently, its slash sweeping toward Mo Hun, sharp whooshing sounds echoing all around.

In such a harmonious family, although the Wu clan labored hard, life was comfortable. The younger sisters-in-law respected her, treating her as the head of the household. The elder mothers-in-law did not interfere nor make things difficult. Even though she was busy all day, she was busy happily.

For a ninja, such a situation was as easy as pie. Regarding these words, Qin Yilong was helpless. At this moment, he had returned to Hidden Dragon; his purpose was to get a cellphone.

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng knew this smoker might know something, perhaps the two shadows just now—he might already know what they were.

“Eighth Uncle, we need to discuss this,” Cao Fuchun said through gritted teeth. He still remembered when he was young and hot-headed, throwing back the money demand list and shouting in front of Eighth Uncle. Eighth Uncle, in a fit of anger, stripped and ran naked before the grand merchant house for three days and nights—a terrifying sight.