Volume One, Chapter 22: The Stubborn Illness Some Women Spend Their Entire Lives Battling Alone

Tao Yaoyao smiled gently, troubled by the fact that behind the king stood an entity controlling him—if that presence were to intervene, the consequences were unimaginable.

Immediately, the Honey Pot Star warrior led the charge, breaking through the void with claws aimed directly at Lin Feng’s throat, while the Black Stone Iron Sword Star warrior followed closely, his iron sword slashing toward Lin Feng’s chest.

During the New Year festivities, she could not bear to hear such ominous words. Yet, the old nanny by her side deserved some respect; no matter what, she could not be contradicted.

Still, he managed to hold back the curse that threatened to escape his lips. Today he was the center of attention, the noble figure to be upheld—there was no way he would stoop to the level of Ximen Zhuoxue, that rustic.

She had spent the entire night pondering, but could not understand the irresistible reason why her father and mother had abandoned her.

After speaking, King Liang said impatiently, “Just mind your own affairs.” With that, he took Lady Xing into the carriage.

Watching Xingyue’s retreating figure, Du Yuwei furrowed her delicate brows. What did it mean that he wouldn’t compete with her for a person?

Moreover, he frequently mocked Zhang Ping, who remained at the Sword Alliance, calling him a fool. Zhang Ping had always ignored him and steadfastly held to his own convictions.

In the end, Li Qiang could no longer stand it and forcibly pulled Zhang Zhiguo aside, speaking with him for half the night. The details remained unknown, but Zhang Zhiguo no longer suffered from incessant nightmares and was able to regain clarity on his own.

The nine fiery crows’ assault never ceased; the void scorched and warped, no longer misty with evaporated moisture but turning bone-dry. The gases within gradually vanished, threatening to create a vacuum in less than half an hour, making even breathing difficult.

Upon learning of Xiao Yao’s glorious feats that night, Ma Debiao’s hatred dissolved, replaced only by profound regret.

Then Mi Hou began to brighten, energized and eager to act. By evening, his excitement peaked.

An overwhelming energy force pressed down, forming rings around the seven beams of light, accompanied by a continuous rumbling.

Murong Feng shuddered upon hearing the news; he had never imagined Gu Chengkong could be so venomous! Though his own cultivation was scarcely drained by the earlier qin performance, he clearly felt the aura formed by the Four Saints diminish considerably. The cold water behind him, once pushed back a hundred zhang, now closed in to just over eighty.

So far, the effect was excellent—not only had Lin Feng been preserved, but the Blood Bird was ground down to near death.

“Their actions are protected by multinational agreements. I have no authority to access their detailed information. Sorry, but I’m powerless regarding your questions,” Rui Yu said after pondering the young man’s words, his refusal clear and straightforward, no longer evasive.

The youth realized his words had been too ambiguous, a slight blush appearing between his brows as he lowered his head in silence.

Qian Ye’s anger had not subsided; veins bulged on his axe-shaped face, his dark hair standing on end as if it could prop a hat upright—indeed, the phrase 'angry hair standing on end' fit perfectly.

“Look at you, so eager to accompany me out, not even properly dressed,” Da Ya said happily as she took Li Yulang’s hand and turned around.

The venomous snake hissed at Lu Yan, its body arched in an offensive yet defensive posture. Lu Yan steadied himself, a calm smile on his face, and approached the snake with spiritual energy swirling around his hidden hand.

Wuchang had left the hospital early, needing to bring a lawyer to meet Xue Han to discuss divorce matters. Beyond that, he was anxious to leave because he could no longer bear to see Park Shi Yi’s detestable face.

No matter how closely Cen Muning looked, there was no sign of anyone on the bed. After a day of turmoil, she was exhausted, yet the fright had completely erased her sleepiness.

After hanging up, Helan Jin drove on; the sun was fierce, glaring through the windshield. She raised her hand to shield her eyes, discomfort evident.

It was only 7:30 in the morning when Gu Tingyuan had just finished washing and donned a black casual home outfit.

Da Ya looked back—Jianjian? Liu Jian carefully set Da Ya down, drew the soft sword at his waist, and struck at the black-clad assailant’s vital point.

“What’s wrong?” Qiao Hanye set his phone aside and, seeing her hesitant demeanor, asked in a low voice.

She lay quietly on the bed; if not for the faint breathing, Zhan Weixiao would have thought she was dead.

At this moment, Cang Lian wandered anxiously in the main hall of Weiyang Palace. Ever since the emperor dealt with Jing Qiao, she had no one she could trust nearby. With the emperor watching closely, contacting outside allies was impossible.

Suddenly, I felt a strange happiness. Already an orphan, now I had Shi Luoye, and even a little sister. I marveled: life is always full of surprises, which makes it so alluring to keep moving forward.

Li Dasheng walked to the window and opened it, thinking to himself: I must find a chance to connect with Ling Tian—they may be on the same ship! Curiosity about the ambitious young man grew.

The onlookers were all longtime friends of Thomas, well aware of his capabilities, arms crossed, wearing smug expressions.

“Yes.” The Six Paths Reincarnation vanished into the night. They never needed reasons—only orders from Ling Tian.

Ouyang Bingbing wore enchanting smoky makeup and a tight black outfit that accentuated her alluring figure. Lin Ling applied light makeup, hands clasped, her clear demeanor somewhat out of place in the bar’s atmosphere.

“Life is unpredictable. I hope so,” Chu Yan said without pressing further. Often, words spoken are enough; overemphasis might backfire.