Chapter Twenty-Five: The Medicinal Bath

“Old scoundrel, is there no other way?” Chen Xinyi would never allow them to do such a thing. Ye Feng looked at Chen Xinyi gratefully. “Xinyi, don’t worry, I’m fine. I can handle it.” Chen Xinyi snapped, “Who’s worrying about you!” The old man looked anxious. “It’s always better to find a woman.”

But now, seeing him suppress Fang Zheng, it was clear he had other plans. He certainly wouldn’t let Fang Zheng off, and this made him secretly pleased.

“The ranch isn’t big. Let’s search it; we’re bound to find something,” Lu Jingchen comforted everyone as he surveyed the empty scene.

With the rapid development of Xu Family Village, in two or three days, the number of rural soldiers would exceed three hundred, and defeating the bandits would no longer be a problem.

“Why are you back again? Weren’t you going home to celebrate with your husband?” Li Cenbo walked over and asked.

“No way! This young lion is mine.” Hua Xiong wouldn’t have it—both Zhang Fei and Dian Wei had lions and he envied them. The two Zhangs were outsiders; he would never concede.

Although he still didn’t like Yang Ying much, Yang Ying had given his whip to Shi Sang and saved everyone’s lives.

Qu Qingyou had already been struck speechless by the breathtaking scenery all around, and naturally hadn’t noticed the interaction between those two just now.

Among the eight sect leaders, only one was senior to her, two were her peers, and the remaining four, strictly speaking, should address Chao Yue as their uncle-master. Because Chao Yue’s seniority was high, her direct disciples also received a boost in rank accordingly.

He was the most renowned commander in the Lighthouse Nation, the official coach of the nation’s Leopard Strike Force, and head of the most noble warrior regiment.

After realizing this, the man immediately ordered his people to bring the lady over.

Upon hearing this, the Five Elders and Sha Rong felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over their heads. This was no divine envoy—this was clearly a demon, and not just any demon, but one who devoured people whole, bones and all. But at this moment, could any of them object?

“What’s there to sigh about? A grown man, so sentimental—are you even a man?” The Ice Fairy slapped Yang Zhuo’s shoulder as she spoke.

Wang Zhangzhu left, followed by Su Yanchi. Their departure was swift, and Chu Huandong’s world fell suddenly silent; he felt weak and drained.

“Alright, you’ll be in charge of filming in a bit!” He mustered all his energy and followed the eye-catching car.

Chu Huandong, usually calm and collected, stormed out with a darkened face. After the deafening slam of the door came countless sounds of shattering, echoing endlessly. Wang Zhangzhu slumped helplessly onto the floor, tears streaming down.

Thinking of this possibility, the assistant’s mouth fell open. Had she just betrayed Seven?

“Yes!” Now she seemed like an obedient servant, responding with such respect.

After watching the two of them carry out the instructions, I immediately drew in energy, and the internal cultivation method of “Five Energies Facing the Origin” surged through my body.

Yin Ningxuan’s golden core was the first to be infused with this black energy, and her face turned deathly pale, her whole body trembling.

“Do I have to tell you again? During that process, you don’t need to do anything—just lie back and enjoy it.” Beneath that noble exterior, he began uttering shameless words once more.

Xu Xian’er shook her head stubbornly; her breath was clearly growing chaotic. Repeated use of the Spirit Bow Technique had pushed her body to its limits.

Zeng Shan, as Deputy Hall Master of the Loyal Hall and its foremost warrior, commanded unquestioned respect. Perhaps his reputation in the Green Alliance was not as high as Zhao Hu’s, but within the Loyal Hall, he was certainly not inferior.

Tang Xu instructed his people to hand out maps of the Demon-Hunting Forest trial to all participating families and individuals, making sure everyone had one.