Chapter 22

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Miss An was left speechless by the sheer power of genetics; she felt compelled to bow down to it, as its divinity was so potent it could override all other superior genes and pass itself directly to the next generation.
The two of them exchanged trivial pleasantries while tossing in the rather stifling bedsheets, remaining wary of any unexpected situations that might arise at any moment.
"Tell me, do you think Chenxing really needs to attend this club meeting or whatever it is? Would it matter if she didn't go? What kind of consequences could there be?" Pei Yueyue asked, voicing her deepest concern. Upon seeing the disdainful expression on Gu Lian’s face as she held the invitation, she suddenly felt much less worried.
Guan Chenji sat casually on the sofa, leafing through the daily newspaper. When he heard movement behind him, he lifted his eyes from the paper, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he watched Gu Meng.
Binglian followed the nun to the backyard. The nun gazed at the thin layer of snow on the ground, her right hand moving fluidly like flowing water as she unleashed a palm strike that scattered all the snow. The palm technique was filled with profound internal energy and peculiar form.
Gu Xiran paid her no further mind, instead taking Chu Annuan and Sheng Ruosi by the hand, picking up the items they had just purchased, and walking away.
Chuckling softly in response to An Xiaoxiao’s words, Gu Chen leaned in slightly. His cool fingertips brushed lightly, almost imperceptibly, against her cheeks, which had flushed a rosy pink. Following the direction of An Xiaoxiao’s gaze, he intentionally maneuvered his own devilishly handsome face into her field of vision.
From Guan Chenji’s words, Gu Meng knew that Lu Wanqing had not changed and was still staying at the Guan Group. So, if it wasn't because of Lu Wanqing, why did Song Ximing resign, and even go so far as to claim that everything regarding the Song family had nothing to do with him anymore?
In the memories of this body, Li Luohan was someone who had never cared for her, so the original owner of this body seemed to have little affection for Li Luohan either.
Clearly, the panic Ling Jing displayed while speaking had not escaped Jin Liunian’s notice. Since this was the Ling residence, if Ling Su were still alive, she would surely return.

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"That’s not quite right. If we calculate Aphrodite’s limits based on Lord Brand’s strength, I’m afraid Aphrodite could take out at most 150,000 men. If the Qin commander could hold his ground, Nanyang City might not necessarily fall!" Alubis explained.
Zhou Yi returned home to find his father pumping up the tires of the family’s dilapidated bicycle, while his mother had already set breakfast on the table. After the family finished their meal, his father and mother left for his aunt's house in the neighboring province to borrow a tractor.
"Benefits? Ha! Your only benefit is that you can leave here safely, instead of perishing right here," another immortal cultivator from the Five Elements Sect said.
The heritage spirit artifact of "Ming" was the Ming King Breaking-Kill Array map. Once fully refined into one’s own body to the pinnacle of life-bound refinement, the user becomes the avatar of the Central Ming King, possessing the divine power to shatter and slaughter in all directions.
The high-grade immortal flying sword surged with brilliant light, transforming into a blinding, sun-like ribbon of energy that met the shadow of the blade with astonishing might.
This is even more true on the path of cultivation; those with great supernatural powers almost always surpass their peers in their youth, finding few who can oppose them. Therefore, in the world of cultivation, people pay special attention to the leading figures of the younger generation, because perhaps in twenty or thirty years, they will become the titans of the era.
Qin Yuhong let out a cold snort and suddenly pointed a finger. The Wind and Rain Life-Slaying Sword flickered in mid-air, and a streak of invincible sword light swept down, slicing directly at the target and tearing the boundless wind and rain conjured by Qin Chu into two halves.
"Lin An, don't go too far! The Tianyuan Gambling House is the property of the Xue family, and the Xue family is backed by His Highness the First Prince!" Xue Nan shouted as he was dragged before Lin An, his eyes filled with hatred.
"What does Miss Jiang think?" Su Huai asked. Ever since the appearance of Li Meng and the other three, Su Huai had sensed the presence of demonic energy on them. His question was merely a tactic to extract more information, the most important part being to let Jiang Xiyue know that these four were from the Demon God Palace.
If this were merely observation, it would be fine, but the fear was that if something happened and a conflict broke out, the Great Yan Dynasty might not fear one or two top-tier factions, but it would be difficult to deal with several "limit-breaking" martial artists joining forces.

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Looking at this man, he had a classic square face with sparse stubble scattered across his chin. It was not a particularly handsome face, yet it was sharply defined. His speech and manner carried an indescribable sense of authority, and while an easygoing smile was always on his lips, it commanded instant respect.
"What?!" Bing Yun’s reaction was almost identical to that of Nalan Wushuang and the others; her heart was filled with shock and disbelief.
This reminded Lin Liang of another smelter from the headquarters of the Artifact Alliance—Yue Xian’er, who aspired to become the second ninth-rank smelter in thousands of years. Of course, Lin Liang was more curious as to why a smelter from the Artifact Alliance headquarters would be here, responsible for exchanging material points.
Before Li Changqing could finish his sentence, the large golden bell shattered into pieces, and blood began to trickle from the corners of the mouths of the dozen or so Taoist priests.
"It’s nothing. Most people now have reached the Leader rank. It’s normal that you can’t beat them. Once you reach the Leader rank, you’ll be able to make a name for yourselves in the arena," Mu Zifei said, looking at De Rozan with encouragement.
Seeing that Dongzi, a greenhorn who looked like a student, was about to meddle in other people’s business, the owner of the computer shop, who was a decent man, hurriedly stopped him.
If not for the fact that the road had been nothing but prisons, one might have thought they had arrived at the secluded residence of a hermit—peaceful and serene.
Behind them, this scene once again provoked the nerves of the thin man. Finally, unable to bear such humiliation any longer, his fury boiled over, and he collapsed, fainting directly onto the member of the security team responsible for escorting him.