Twenty-three.

To his utter astonishment, he spotted a Namekian on this primitive planet. Upon closer inspection, Xia Ya discovered that this elderly Namekian possessed a combat power of 35,000.

The lean, shabby-looking youth, however, remained completely oblivious, naively believing that the beautiful woman before him harbored no ill intentions. How could someone so beautiful have a wicked heart?

The Plain Red Banner and the Plain Blue Banner, which had been fighting on the front lines since the start of the conflict, no longer had the strength to counterattack. Even the Second Roman Legion, which had later come to their aid, suffered heavy losses under the fierce onslaught of the Tiele cavalry.

A barren land without forests is undoubtedly more perilous; the lack of places to hide meant that every barbarian tribe was exposed, as was the city of Rome to any tribe capable of reaching the region.

"No matter how ingenious your mechanisms, I shall reduce them all to ash!" Chen Xian thought to himself. Anything destroyed by the True Fire of the Sun cannot be a true treasure; I only desire those treasures that the fire cannot consume.

"This method suits me perfectly. I have over twenty magical artifacts in my body now; if I can achieve a state of unity between person and treasure, I might even be able to withstand the Monkey King and his golden staff. Still, I must modify this technique to best fit my current situation." Chen Xian rubbed his chin in contemplation.

They were in the honeymoon phase of their marriage, yet they insisted on having Dou Huang stand guard in the outer room every night. That door offered no soundproofing at all. Surely they weren't shameless enough to act while knowing they could be heard clearly from the outer room; they must be restraining themselves.

"That goes without saying, doesn't it? Naturally, it is because I wish to enhance my spiritual power and become an Onmyoji," Seiji replied calmly.

A faint, enigmatic smile touched Steiger's face, a look that slowly twisted into a bitter grin.

Kong Ming looked up at the atrium, ignoring the gruesome sight of Cui Chan, and said, "Remember the lesson you have learned. If you dare to play such underhanded tricks again within the next sixty years, I have ways to ensure you fall from the Fifth Floor of the Qi Refiner’s path and become a mere mortal."

The man before him might look formidable, but compared to the Sacred Sect, he probably didn't even measure up to a night watchman within its ranks.

Seeing that Long Ji no longer displayed any signs of anger, Eutius raised his hand, pointing his palm toward him. At that moment, a grotesque arm glowing with purple light emerged from the magic circle ahead. Sensing the danger, Long Ji leaped back quickly, gathering airflow into a spear in his hand and hurling it at Eutius.

"What nonsense are you spouting? It is broad daylight; how could I possibly bring a soul in here?" Master Chen said hurriedly.

Yi Feng arched his back, his right arm turning pitch black. The dark substance spread across his back, eventually sprouting a pair of wings. He took flight, and only upon reaching mid-air did he realize that the whiteness was intensifying even further.

In the process of deducing, discussing, verifying, testing, and deducing again, Yang Tian’s perception of Zhou Die changed significantly.

Before Feng Qiya could finish her sentence, a gorgeously dressed young woman appeared before her in an instant. She wore a pink flowing skirt and a generous silk Hanfu in emerald green, with ribbons fluttering even behind her.

Flames rose, and Yang Tian’s brow twitched as he opened his Shenxiao Heavenly Eye, his gaze deep and azure. His hands traced talisman seals in the air, pressing the overflowing spiritual energy back into the cauldron. The entire process was performed without the slightest panic, as calm and unruffled as an ancient, stagnant well.

The ice crystals that had frozen on the doors, windows, and walls had long since melted. Sunlight streamed through the windows, and the Ice Wolf King, disliking the heat, moved to a cooler spot to continue its cultivation. Suddenly sensing signs of Yin waking up, it immediately exited its meditative state.

Wang Xuanyuan had not noticed his movements. By the time he pushed the door open, it was too late. The room was in disarray: the quilt on the bed was scattered, the pillows were on the floor, and the scene was a mess. Looking at the furnishings, this was undoubtedly Scarlett's bedroom.

Qiao Xia missed Tang Yu. She had never wanted to see him more than she did at this moment. She was so impatient that she wished she could see him right this instant.

Auntie Li smiled and was about to say that it was the young master’s order, but catching the look in his eyes, she immediately caught herself.

Now that they were finally face-to-face, she didn't know whether to shake his hand or offer a compliment, terrified of being presumptuous.

Qin Qianwei took a shower and lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. She had been training non-stop at school for the past few days, and upon hearing that Wang Chen was coming, she worked even harder. She always felt she needed to be better, wanting Wang Chen to see a more excellent version of herself.

After completing her postpartum recovery, she rushed to the United States to attend the Golden Rooster Awards, as she was short on time.

Hua Qingtong was much simpler; she kept sniffing the delicate fragrance, satisfied and motionless. As long as she could smell that scent, she was content.

"Hey, Princess Yanyu, who are you calling shameless? This envoy is not the kind of person you describe. Besides, I risked my life to save you last time, and you haven't even thanked me yet!" With that, Tuoba Ye blocked Murong Yanyu’s path, crossing his arms and looking down at her condescendingly.