26 Dinner

As Feng Ao approached the lake, his eyes widened like copper bells. He stumbled backward, trembling with uncontrollable fear, his short blade shaking in his grip. He had seen a ghost—or, to be precise, an old man who had only just passed away.

The hand-copied manuscript of the "Rebirth Art of Zhu Xuan" was quite miraculous to Yang Nan. This extraordinary technique for cultivating an indestructible physical form appeared to be intended for the demon race. Since Yang Nan was human, his acupoints differed vastly from those of demons, yet this manual possessed supreme efficacy in refining a demonic body; the legendary arts of the "Golden Cicada Shedding its Shell" and the "Indestructible Mortal Frame" were derived from this very text.

The room was filled with burly, rugged men—some with human heads and horse bodies, others like Chu Sheng. There was also a youth in white, holding a folding fan by the window, a yellow jade pendant hanging from his waist and a small triangular braid at the back of his head. He wore a coy, blooming smile, looking for all the world like a pampered young master from some noble house.

After possessing Da Qiao, Man Zhu struggled to control her body with agility, as it was her first time performing such a feat. Furthermore, having been bedridden for years, Da Qiao’s body was not particularly nimble.

Scholar Wang suddenly realized that Liu You was far more ruthless than he was. That final remark had effectively chained all the gang leaders to his cause; anyone who tried to stand aside or watch the battle without contributing would be branded an accomplice or the mastermind behind the veiled assassin. It pitted them against the Heavenly Gate and all the other leaders, ensuring that everyone would fight with their lives on the line.

Hua Feng and Su Tao wandered through the city, encountering not only tourists and members of ethnic minorities but also many monks. Naturally, this place was known as the "Kingdom of Plants," home to countless rare flora and medicinal herbs, not to mention an even greater abundance of nameless wildflowers.

"Don't let He Chenxin's affairs weigh on your mind," Director Jin said to Leng Chengkai. "He was merely chasing a fleeting novelty. Xinyu has always kept an appropriate distance from him, so you needn't worry too much."

Jiang Ruoxi pulled her hand back and nodded. "Of course!" Why did he insist on doubting her over and over again?

Yang Nan leaped out of the Indestructible Thunder Boat, leaving Ni Cai to absorb the lightning energy on her own. He retreated to the edge of the storm with Yong'er and the Yin-Yang Divine Lion, beginning to wield his Yin-Yang Dharma weapons to confront the heavenly lightning.

As Xiao Yedi completed the process, the golden dragon before him began to stir slowly. If it had previously been a majestic sight coiling within the clouds, it now stretched its body upward, as if preparing to soar through the nine heavens.

The Alliance Leader had finally found the Matriarch, but if he had found her, why had he not contacted his subordinates?

Edible rose petals have a limited harvest season, and these pastries require only the petals themselves, which is one of the reasons why flower cakes are considered such a rarity.

Without further ado, he followed his original plan and sought out a hidden spot, preparing to shake off his pursuers.

Qin Zifeng listened intently, taking the heavy responsibility Qin Qing had placed upon him with the utmost seriousness. The boy’s determined gaze reflected in the sunset appeared exceptionally passionate and fervent.

But she could not leave. The human and demon races remained bitter enemies; this was evident from the fact that while the Demon King might treat Ying Xue with kindness, he would not hesitate to launch a war against humanity.

After telling Xi Zhu, the two of them searched for dry branches near the campsite to kindle a fire.

Elsewhere, Qin Qing, who had been in a deep slumber for unknown ages, finally opened her eyes. After a moment of confusion, she looked up with immediate vigilance. Upon seeing the familiar surroundings and objects, she sat up, stunned.

Yet, after fleeing for so long, he had found no opportunity to escape, nor had a single ally appeared. He felt that perhaps his desperate flight earlier had been too excessive, and the heavens were punishing him by denying him reinforcements, leaving him to perish in this pit of despair.

Li Ran slammed his palm directly onto the drunkard's head. The skull shattered instantly, and the body dissolved into nothingness.

According to the school’s initial plan, the winning entries would not be displayed until after the final round had concluded.

Although the spiders were eventually wiped out, their formidable strength was undeniable. Their cultivation level remained a mystery.

Unlike the three brutal, violent body cultivators, Ignas was far more elegant—and significantly more bloodthirsty.

He kept his gaze fixed on Qin Tian, seemingly eager to observe his reaction upon hearing the name "Dragon Transformation Pool."

Amidst the jubilant celebration, Lu Jue was the first to step out of the palanquin. Ignoring the red silk ribbon offered by the matchmaker, he took Zhou Ruoshui’s hand and walked step by step into the main hall.

The tastes of his memories had long since faded. In the dead of night, they would linger in his heart, impossible to dispel. It was not that Zhao Xuan did not love such a tranquil life, but he knew it was a lie.

Wei Gao, unlike the other two, felt a flicker of calculation in his mind. He waved his hand, ordering everyone in the hall to withdraw.

Lin Yue’s face was pale. By utilizing the state of the "Dao Absolute Martial Extreme Art," he could indeed evade the notice of the Nether Overlord, but he could not maintain it for long.

The Elf City Lord, whose face usually resembled an eternal iceberg, allowed a smile to grace his features as he spoke to his sister.

The fountain of blood caused by the blade piercing the throat and being withdrawn appeared again and again before the eyes of You Feng and the others, sowing the seeds of fear in their hearts.

"Ye..." Nan Xueyu whispered, a sound that was half-sigh, half-relief. Perhaps having heard his promise, she felt at ease; a look of release touched the corners of her lips as she drifted into a peaceful sleep.

When Mu Yuqing entered after hearing the laughter, she saw this very scene: Zichuan was bowing her head in shyness, her face flushed with a suspicious warmth, while Mu Yichen’s elegant hand rested on her shoulder, his eyes filled with tenderness.