Volume One, Chapter 22: Captured by a Bear?

Seeing that Huang Qiyun was about to meet his end at the jaws of a vicious beast, Qingluan gritted her teeth and flung the whip from her hand—a length constantly exuding black mist—intercepting the attack of the three fiendish hounds by Huang Qiyun’s side.

Everyone nodded in agreement. It was only natural for Ah Huang to scout ahead; his earthbound body could survive in any place with soil, making him nearly impossible to kill. Even if he were torn to pieces, so long as he touched the earth, he could slowly regenerate.

Over the years, Daoist Xie had entered and exited Ah Huang’s pocket realm more than once. From initial shock to present familiarity, she had long known that as an intermediate spirit array master, Master Mai’s pocket realm would be nothing short of extraordinary.

Ah Huang adapted the soul power techniques he had learned from the Demon General to his own divine piercing arts, further enhancing their power. Satisfied, he nodded to himself in secret.

When the sun hung high and the clock struck precisely noon, Tang Feng finally opened his eyes.

“Kill them all!” Chen Fan’s voice rang directly in the ears of Ying Caichen, Zhuge Zhengye, and the others.

Clearly, the Fourth Prince feared that Gu Yuwen, once granted a glorious future, might have second thoughts and use the Ge family as leverage for blackmail.

But now, the needle techniques he wielded came from his subconscious, and his accuracy had only improved slightly.

Watching the woman fall into a deep sleep in his arms that night, Mu Yuanche laid her flat, tucked the brocade quilt around her, and strode out.

He finally understood—there was no point in endless chatter. “Trust me this once,” he thought. He had never expected anyone to carry on as he did, pressing forward no matter what. At last, he realized he could lay everything out plainly, and there was no longer any reason for him to break down as she had.

Rushing into the lounge, Ling Chen was both exasperated and amused to find the silly girl still rummaging through things. Zhang Baichuan entered immediately after. Weren’t they afraid of being caught in the act?

“Ah, I’m getting rusty. Otherwise, I could have made those two shots even shorter!” Ling Chen put down the cue and rolled her neck, seemingly dissatisfied.

The Burning Nation required no further mention; days ago, they had already donned their fiery red attire, as vibrant as their flames, the scarlet radiance illuminating half the sky.

A domain is, after all, an illusion. Under Yuntian’s reckless assault, a sudden cracking sound split the realm; without the slightest pause, Yuntian stepped through the fissure, and in the instant he emerged, a sword aura a thousand feet long appeared above his head.

“Fine, I’ll tell you. The Second Elder is in the cave below, but he’s badly wounded.” The Crone pointed at a cave at the base of the gorge, her expression somewhat odd.

In the following days, under Zhang Xueyi’s meticulous planning, Yang Tianlong remodeled the entire estate. The plaque outside the main gate had already been changed to read ‘Snow Dragon Manor,’ signifying the estate now belonged to Yang Tianlong and Zhang Xueyi.

However, Murong Yin’s illustrious reputation—and his current status as the princess’s fiancé—meant that if he tried to approach her directly, he would not be worth her effort.

“One, two, three—” Fan Xinghe counted each word, and as he reached three, ten beams of light shot toward the central point, each as bright as the others.

Mu Junran raised his hand, signaling the attendants to lead the two guests to the seats atop the jade stairs.

He could clearly see that his cousin now enjoyed a close relationship with the princess. How could he dare to speak carelessly?

He stared blankly at the phone in his hand, but in the depths of his amber eyes, a fragile terror was hidden.

This was perhaps the most disastrous rescue attempt she had ever witnessed—not only did they fail, but they even risked implicating Luo Nanchu and Fu Tingyuan.

Were it not for other considerations—background, his special connections with several super hackers—Zhong Hong would have handed him over to the police. Though this hacker had helped the authorities before, his methods were unacceptable, always stealthy, never earning recognition for his efforts.

As screams erupted, chaos spread instantly; everyone scrambled to escape, yet several shadows slipped in unnoticed.

Tian Xi’s blood-stained red dress hung in tatters, barely covering her body. Her long black hair was a wild mess, her face smudged with soot and still faintly smoking, but her eyes shone with the feverish brightness of the gravely ill.

The bald brute paused, glancing at Long-Haired Brother. The two were old rivals, their turf wars drawn out and inconclusive. Each ruled his own territory, rarely trespassing, and never before had such a lopsided confrontation happened.

Xia Ning labored to help the man to his feet, calling no one else for assistance. She selfishly thought that Xiao Fengting would not want others to see him so vulnerable.

In the end, it came to a standoff. The Overlord faction gathered a large group and marched directly toward Tianyu’s dormitory.

Led by a blue-clad attendant, Wang Changsheng walked down a winding corridor. After countless twists and turns, he finally arrived at a dead end, where a pale curtain of light barred his way.

“I’ve always been fiercely protective of my friends. If I take a liking to someone, I’ll help them, and I’m stubborn—I have to get to the bottom of things,” Mingzhu said.

Qin Feng was a bit embarrassed. “I was captured.” He recounted how he was ambushed by Yang Ming, Pang Qianqin, and three Martial Kings, became separated from Xuan Ying, and was drawn into the Tower of Illusion.

He remained silent, yet saw through the situation in the valley at a glance, understanding everything perfectly. He took her to watch the commotion, then hurried her away—he was definitely hiding something.

“That evening after dinner, I heard Director Lian was still at the factory. I wanted to have it out with him—even if they fired me, they owed me proper compensation,” Luo Wei said.