Chapter 99

“What exactly is the amount?” Lu Cheng was not surprised that he could generate energy—after all, Lu Cheng was already capable of magic.

Mishu stepped out of the cage. Her plan was to unite the major nobles of the distant southern lands to expose the Shadow Society’s conspiracy, but the further she ventured outside, the more prisoners she saw confined within the cages.

Qi Jun donned his helmet, mounted the back seat, and the motorcycle instantly surged forward like a wild stallion breaking free from its reins.

After about ten minutes, Chen Feng finally emerged from the restroom, his hands still wet as he shook them a couple of times. To his surprise, the two girls were already waiting by the doorway.

To beings with highly advanced life perception, lower-level, un-evolved lifeforms appeared more like masses of polluted matter forcibly fused together rather than true living entities.

This scene caused many cultivators to pale slightly, and some even began to retreat quickly, for they could tell that Lin Feng would no longer care about anyone’s status at this moment.

Two streams of milky-white spiritual energy rapidly ascended from Lin Feng’s body, then swiftly contracted. After three cycles of the Three Weeks Heaven, the two streams of milky-white energy had completely merged into Lin Feng’s body.

The black bear gripped his sword with one hand, sliding down the wall slowly. His mouth opened wide in horror, his eyes fixed on his younger brother lying at his feet.

Knowing that their third child had deliberately been learning secretly, Jiang Beibei, the principal of the foreign language school, pondered for a moment before choosing to feign ignorance.

When Lu Cheng wanted to ask Noy for details, they were already near the church. Raising their voices further risked being overheard.

“Where are you going? I haven’t even told you to do anything yet,” Liu Zheyu said in an authoritative tone, like a boss.

Later, it was likely that Xiao Yan’s eyes surrendered after prolonged staring, so Xiao Yan yielded as well.

Wu Yuan truly admired Zhu Feifei, who could switch moods so quickly—just a moment ago she was sad, but upon hearing about the design, her spirits lifted instantly, and she became cheerful, as if forgetting why she was there in the first place.

Just then, two Rolls-Royces stopped nearby. Zheng Yungong got out first and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses as he stepped down. “Yo, what’s going on here?” he asked. The second car’s passenger was Nei Erlangyue.

The West Profound Cave Heaven, Qingcheng Cave Heaven, and Luofu Cave Heaven crowded around the Kun Yuan Imperial Dynasty’s territory, waiting to absorb the life-bestowing energy.

Han Mei’s gaze flickered before lowering his head. Unable to face the two, it was tantamount to confessing without a fight.

The silver moon hung like a hook. Though moonlight shone, the entire village was shrouded in darkness. The moonlight was dim, concealing several fully armed black-clad figures approaching a wooden hut.

During a dormitory gathering, a brother asked if he had ever been in love. He replied that he only loved that era—the beloved person from that particular time.

Beside me, then beside Lu Feng, came a laugh. Huh? What’s so funny? Was it my tragic fate or something else?

“Please, come inside and have a seat. My humble abode is simple; please don’t mind,” Leng Xubai greeted them warmly.

A breakthrough with sharpness and astonishing projection skills—could an opponent like this be harder to deal with than Jiang Linxian from Dongdu Vocational High?

“And me, too,” Princess Yan stepped out from behind, smiling. Their first collaboration was perfectly harmonious.

The Yellow Demon Patriarch was perhaps the most dangerous. As a cultivator at the peak of the Spiritual Sea realm, once he made a move, the other Dao Yuan realm cultivators would likely strike him first. In such chaos, even cross-border combat would pose lethal risks, and no one would be able to protect anyone else.

“Yes! I’ll check immediately!” The narrow-eyed man nodded like a chicken pecking rice. The bearded man had just recovered from his shock, swaying slightly and nearly collapsing.

After Chu Yunting and Shi Xiang left the hall one after another, Ye Mu finally exhaled deeply, feeling the sweat-soaked fabric against his skin, his heart pounding with excitement.

“I thought you were here for something important today, not just to reminisce?” Wang Ning said expressionlessly, pouring herself a full cup but letting the tea’s ripples settle without taking a sip.

Daines didn’t understand why this had to be done, but hearing Xiao Yang’s tone, he knew it was crucial. There was no time for questions; he hung up and went straight to deal with it.

After Hou Jie scored, he nodded slightly at Lin Zhihao. Lin Zhihao shrugged and gave him a thumbs-up. Although he often found Hou Jie annoying, he had come to fully respect his skills. Throughout Jiangbei, perhaps only Wang Bo could tame this white dragon.

When they came to make contact on Sunday, the Kutung Society initially promised to send more photos. Instead, they sent a full restoration plan.

The six strong hands seemed to have anticipated Meng Feng’s moves. Suddenly, the three swords in his left hands sharply turned, all directed straight toward Meng Feng.

The warning in those words was clear to Boss Wang. He understood exactly what Lin Fan meant—he was to behave obediently as a mere tool.

This was exciting evidence for the teacher, who seemed to start shaking his legs unconsciously whenever he got excited—something that only began after his resurrection into the body of Qi.

If they dared collect tolls from me today, would they dare to trample on the Dayuan faction’s heads for protection fees tomorrow?