23 Accomplice

As he finished speaking, he saw Changqin emerge as well. Upon catching sight of the Immortal Venerable Qingming, he paused, then recalled that Fengxi was carrying his hairpin and realized it was she who had summoned him.

The Chicago team was on the offensive. Tedler held the ball, facing his matchup, Li Qiang. Without a moment’s hesitation, he passed to the guy in black on the flank. The man in black executed a crossover, easily breaking past Solomon’s defense, but was blocked in the paint by Basaba, forcing a desperate jump shot that missed.

"My guess is that your plan is to seize all the fragments of the universe and then grant the followers of the Heavenly Stone Sect the power contained within them. Am I right?" Long Sheng said with a smile.

"Why don't we switch defensive positions? Let me demonstrate how you should defend against Zhang Guangming," Li Qiang suggested patiently.

Under the Prince’s strange, all-encompassing gaze, Mutel felt the most visceral despair of his life—a terrifying sensation as if some immense, irresistible presence were holding him gently in its palm, ready to crush him at any moment.

They had not walked far before the lights grew brighter, illuminating the path as if it were day, while festive drum music drifted from ahead.

Different people have different thoughts and ways of being. There are many collectors who spend vast fortunes on items merely to possess them exclusively, with no intention of sharing or showing them off to others.

Fengxi could no longer concern herself with Zhuyan. She cast a spell to shatter the barrier of Lichuan and rushed inside, but the Queen was not in the Soul-Gathering Pool. The Heavenly Realm had sentenced her for a grave crime; could it be that she was in the Soul-Dispersing Pool?

When He Qingshui asked why I was here, I felt quite awkward; it seemed as if I were the one who had brought He Qingshui to this place.

He had already planned that if He Deming did not make a move, he would still take precautions to prevent Chen’s parents from doing something desperate and harming his wife.

The clamor from below rose and fell. Once the ball of light gathered at my fingertips, it was impossible for anyone to miss such an anomaly.

The young master himself did not know why such a vision appeared, but it sparked a certain idea in his mind.

Li Zimu hesitated for a moment before looking at Ji Bu and saying, "Master Zifang once said that Liu Bang had always harbored grand designs for the treasures of the former Qin, and Consort Yu was the key."

"Elder Qi!" Before he could finish, the Wind Emperor let out a sharp shout, cutting him off. Elder Qi’s expression changed; realizing he had spoken out of turn, he clamped his mouth shut, cold sweat immediately beading on his forehead.

The young master’s movements did not cease. Qingyan continued to expel a white fluid. As time ticked by, moments later, accompanied by a mouthful of fresh blood from Qingyan, Tang Chuan finally stopped his hand.

They finally reached the end of the Heavenly Pivot Star Chamber, and a massive stone gate loomed before them! Standing on either side were two statues: one with a human head and wolf’s body, and the other an old man stroking his beard.

After testing it, the young master felt somewhat bewildered. Back then, when the black-robed cultivator struck with his blade, it hadn’t even managed to cleave his puppet in two; why was it now possible to gouge a wound an inch deep with a flying sword?

Reine Murasame nodded, signaling for Tohka to continue. This was her job for the day: listening to Tohka’s complaints.

Yet, when he finally made his move, it was just as it had been whenever he led troops into battle: he aimed straight for the enemy’s throat. He would not move until necessary, but once he did, the outcome was settled.

Deep in the forest, a campfire blazed. Sasuke sat cross-legged beneath a large tree, gazing into the flickering flames, his eyes slightly distant.

To think that he had been praising the Ghost Doctor’s people all that time, never suspecting that all the troubles he had faced for these many years were actually orchestrated by this very fellow.

The cold malice in Danzo’s eyes was not lost on Sarutobi Hiruzen. He narrowed his eyes slightly, then shook his head helplessly, lost in thought as he watched Danzo walk away.

It was not that she lacked resentment in her heart, but she was born with a clear and perceptive nature. She understood well the principle that the winner is the king and the loser the villain. More importantly, knowing that throwing a tantrum or making a scene would achieve nothing, she chose to face everything with a dignified and composed demeanor.

For an old man who hadn't spent a single credit point in decades to suddenly shell out three hundred thousand points, it spoke volumes about the value of these medicinal herbs.

However, Lapadun still possessed at least one advantage: quantity and quality. Although his air-magic warriors had been completely wiped out, putting him at a great disadvantage, one should not forget that the fleet he commanded consisted of over fifty ships, all of which were large-scale warships.

"My subordinates sent word that Chi Qingcheng is dead, and they are already on their way back with her body," Shen Aotian added.

"Tell me exactly what happened over there, without leaving out a single detail!" With a wave of Emperor Mo’s hand, his wounded finger healed instantly.

Upon hearing what Lin Zijun said, Xu Xin realized with absolute certainty that she would likely never see her son again.

Hearing this, Hao Chen’s heart surged with joy. Luo Wanqing was the top student on the Dharma School’s prestigious ranking and held a high position; with her leading the way, his qualification for the assessment would likely be secured.

Suddenly, a line welled up in Ning Jie’s heart: "The beauty is like a flower, separated by the clouds." Her ethereal, breathtaking beauty made her seem high above, untouchable and sacred.

This remark was a double entendre, and after a moment of stunned silence, I couldn’t help but laugh.

After hanging up the phone, Feng Xiaoxiao could not calm down for a long time. She was at a loss as to how she could help Lu Yu'an.

"Haha, Brother Niu, was it manual labor you did in Dongguan? Your grip is quite strong," Niu Zi said as he shook my hand, applying significant pressure as if to intimidate me, though I felt no pain at all.

"Rest assured, it will not be that easy for them to succeed," Guiguzi said, appearing far less anxious than he had been before.

"Five hundred thousand?" Pan Jie didn’t seem to care about the money. I had clearly said three to five hundred thousand—meaning anywhere between thirty and fifty—but she went straight for five hundred thousand. Was this the hallmark of a wealthy tycoon?

"You haven't found any clues after searching for so long; why don't you try looking for those paintings?" Ji Rufeng suggested to me.

Helpless, Wang Xingxin had to call in Da Niu, who was gorging himself, and Cheng Chumo, who was currently locked in a struggle with a beggar’s chicken.

Watching Hua Xiren’s high-spirited demeanor, the trace of guilt in Shui Yiren’s heart vanished instantly.