24 Monster (24)

The moment the “Capture” divine power was unleashed upon Jiuling, Xiao Nu knew the deed was done. With the True Vision Eye, he could see everything clearly. Under his deliberate control, he began drawing out the faintest slivers of primal essence hidden deep within Jiuling’s divine palace, and these strands were about to surge toward the center of Xiao Nu’s brow.

“Has it failed?” A trace of regret flashed in Cang Jun’s eyes, but cold resolve soon replaced it.

Now that he had recovered, Mo Liu no longer dwelled on such matters. Canglan was right—without enough strength, there were many things he simply had no right to know.

Even though Dongfang Wanjing tried her best to lighten her steps, the iron-chain bridge swayed so violently that Mo Liu, who had just managed to calm himself, found his heart seized by unease once more.

As the mark on his palm touched the blank blue talisman paper, a surge of sword energy leaped from Ling Xiao’s body, while countless yellow spirit stones within his spatial ring shattered, their energy serving as the medium to infuse the charm.

Just as Su Qi joined the fray, he felt Heiming’s fist sweep toward his chest, clearly intending to drive him back. At the same moment, Han Ling’s blade flashed before Su Qi’s eyes—one more step and he would be blinded.

The youth was decisive, ruthless—Su Qi found himself wary but unconcerned. In his mind, Ye Bai was now a bird with broken wings, escape impossible.

As for those legendary forces of heaven and earth, of yin and yang, they only appeared in the most extraordinary places, and no one was ever willing to provoke them.

He had no intention of letting these vicious soul beasts go, especially since they were the monster’s accomplices.

After parrying, Mo Liu darted forward once more. The broad blade of the World-Ender fell in a flurry of sword flowers, bursting forth in a dazzling display of light.

Yingxue asked no further questions, striding forward to deliver a palm strike. Gu Susu immediately fainted and collapsed to the ground.

To contend with Yan Guanyu, who was also in the mid-phase of Separation Recognition, he must have suffered internal injuries or depleted much of his spiritual power by now.

Within Cheng Yanzhong’s heart, the scales had tipped entirely toward Ruoyao; everything had come to an end. His position as chairman was now a mere title. All those notions of “successor,” “helmsman,” “young master”—they were nothing but illusions. Only Su Ruoyao was real.

Arriving at an office on the fourth floor, Zhang Yunze found two elderly men seated inside, with two middle-aged men sitting separately. Glancing over, Zhang Yunze found the elders oddly familiar, as though he had seen them before.

Their views on love were worlds apart—so much so that the difference could not be overstated.

“Young Master Zai, apologies for our late arrival,” one of the men in black said as he approached.

The poison in my body was gradually cleansed. When I had recovered, my father’s trusted aide found me and brought me home, but Hu Qimei did not come with me.

Ye Ge suddenly turned, but the night was still pitch-black. He narrowed his eyes, waiting in place for a long time. In the end, he sensed nothing and had to give up.

Though Fang Yan still had business dealings with him, belonging to different companies meant they could never be true friends.

During past power struggles among the great alliances for the mountains, many prodigies clashed. He recognized every truly powerful figure—except for the young man before him now.

Black—an impenetrable darkness that not even landslides and swirling dust could obscure.

“This was unexpected.” Jia Xu paced slowly. Knowing Cao Zhang, having obtained such a treasure, even three days and nights of persuasion would not change his mind. This only made the task more daunting.

As Xiao Yumiao finished speaking, the great net converging from all sides erupted in brilliant rays of light, forcing everyone to shield their eyes and halt.

In an instant, the silver-white sphere shone as silver and crimson rays intertwined, a majestic and lethal force sweeping the heavens and earth.

Perhaps sensing Jiang Yi’s approach, the divine sword’s radiance blazed even brighter than before.

“Marquis.” Jia Xu could not allow Cao Zhang to be held here and hurried to speak, but Cao Zhang gave him no chance, brusquely interrupting and calling out, “Guards, escort the Grand Commandant back to his tent.” At his words, several fully armored guards entered promptly.

“Very well. Miss Yu Wei, should you ever have the leisure, you are most welcome to visit Luofu Mountain. I will see to it that you are received as an honored guest.” He Mu bowed to Yu Wei once again.

Mu Yun’s face was full of confidence, as though he had already secured victory long ago.

The next day, Shanhai Sect convened a closed-door meeting of its upper echelons. Only the sect master, the two vice masters, and five or six venerable, powerful elders attended. Upon the long table sat a single blue pearl, resting silently on its tray.

Dou Qingyou simply instructed them, as she had to wait for Chen Tianbao and see him back to the town—there was ample time.

The custom suit was first made for the child’s father. Later, if there was an opportunity, the elder son, Tang Jiajun, would have one as well.

Dou Qingyou sighed. “Every time I was beaten before, Father always made me apologize.” Even though Mistress Liang would forcibly intervene to protect Dou Siniang from apologizing, in the end Mistress Diao would feign magnanimity and try to persuade Dou Chuanjia with a softer approach. The result was that Mistress Liang might get lectured or, in serious cases, beaten.

She crouched in the corner, neither servile nor overbearing, quietly tending her wounds alone. Perhaps by morning, she would be whole again, but for now, she needed this brief moment of humble self-healing.

If what just happened were ever posted online, the Yuchi family’s reputation—and the matter of Qin Xiao from years ago—he shuddered, his whole face collapsing.

“First question: Does this product truly need an ambassador? Isn’t two million too high for a contract?” The photographer looked at his phone and asked, not deviating from the script by a single word.

You may not realize it, but there is an art to begging. I didn’t understand it before, but after entering this line of work, I came to know it.