26 The True and False Heiress (Part IV)

Li Fan couldn't quite figure it out; was this shop backed by some unfathomable power, or were they just courting death for the sake of profit by daring to swindle even the city's most prominent figures?

Previously, she would share everything with Tang Juexiao, but since he had transitioned from a friend to a boyfriend—essentially family—she didn't want to worry him, choosing to report only the good news and keep the troubles to herself.

Some of the younger war slaves below couldn't help but protest, but they were immediately suppressed by the martial artists maintaining order.

The Chaos Pill Canon offered no effective solution for this; it merely stated that the Puryuan Pill could only be refined in areas with exceptionally dense spiritual energy, and even then, the failure rate remained extremely high.

The five God-King realm experts of the Artifact Refining Sect were not inherently evil; their tragedy lay in being controlled by Zhang Biao and turned into puppets—a life both sorrowful and helpless.

"Fine! You win!" Ye Tian knew he couldn't hide his suppressed cultivation from Zeng Yi, who had already reached the Transcendental Saint realm. He felt both helpless and a touch of joy.

She fell silent at this, scenes of the past flashing through her mind; the more she wished not to remember, the more impossible it became to forget.

Zuo Leyu had turned to speak with Ye Zhanli, only to find that Ye Zhanli and Ling Qingrui had already alighted from the carriage and were walking toward them.

The release of Chen Yuan's album acted like a fuse, completely detonating the entire record market; numerous singers emerged like mushrooms after rain, bringing with them meticulously prepared albums.

Han Yan’s expression shifted, and Mi Fang immediately guessed his thoughts, dousing him with a bucket of cold water right then and there.

The moment the man saw the Seven-Star Longquan Sword, his eyes lit up sharply; whether he recognized it or not, the expression on his face was truly spectacular.

Because this was a purposeful trip, Zhou Xuanying led Tang Chen straight to the watch counter.

Wuji collected one, Lan'er got one, and Ling'er claimed seven for herself! As for the Golden Armored Corpse Rakshasa, because of his half-demon zombie aura, all living creatures would turn and flee the moment they saw him from afar, so he didn't catch a single one. Besides, he wasn't adept at using spiritual sense; that was delicate work.

After saying this, ignoring the shifting complexion of Liu Bei, Han Yan closed his eyes and began to think calmly.

"Isn't this the same as the Kalaviṅka bird mentioned in Buddhist scriptures? The song is clear and melodious; listening to it feels like hearing the voice of the Buddha, momentarily casting aside all worries?" Old Guo asked with a sense of wonder.

However, the moment he took a step, an evil aura surged from the vessel; without the suppression of the Spirit Pearl, the evil aura had regained its freedom.

He charged at the Bai family carrying his mother’s tombstone—not out of madness or stupidity, but simply to seek revenge and secure justice for his mother.

At that moment, a gale of malevolent wind rose, the swirling sand and dust nearly blinding Boss Ke.

"Qiuyun." Hearing her husband mention their son's disappearance, Madame Chen could no longer hold back her tears.

Understanding the cause, Jiang Huairen knew the situation was dire; as long as the power of the Azure Dragon Seal existed, the fog would not dissipate. If this continued, Jiang Huairen would surely reach his limit. To extract the root of the fog would mean abandoning the effort halfway, leaving Old Hu in an even worse state.

"On behalf of my late father, I thank Governor Gongsun for his high praise." Sun Ce’s expression remained neither servile nor overbearing, and without further refusal, he walked over and sat down.

Yet he knew he was trapped within some forgotten ancient well—a well inside the Silver City of Wind and Snow.

"Tan Feng, continue your training on your own. I will come to pick you up in six days." Jiang Feng packed his things and prepared to leave. Tan Feng asked in surprise, "City Lord, aren't you going to stay and train your Haki?"

Although the inner city was far less populated than the outer city, it was more refined, and possessed a greater sense of mystery.

With a flick of his wrist, the short blade slipped along the surface of the Golden Dragon Staff like a black loach. The instant they made contact, he used the back of the blade to lightly tap the side of the staff.

"I searched the entire camp and could only find this... one of Zu Lang's men got it from a shaman, and it's supposedly used to ward off evil." Yang Yi held out a grotesque ghost-faced mask.

"A cultivation technique?" Chen Yuanyuan examined it carefully. Only after finishing did she confirm that it was indeed a technique—a dual cultivation technique. Chen Yuanyuan immediately understood Jiang Huairen’s intent: he wanted her and Liu Changlong to practice it.

Nineteen experts of the Fifth Family stood in armor, their nineteen halberds gleaming with cold, sharp edges. As the rain fell upon them, the droplets shattered instantly.

Forget it, let us few study it first. I said to He Shicheng, who was sitting to the side in meditation, "Old He, come over here as well."

They had not traveled far when Zhao Dingyuan stopped. He pulled a talisman from his robes, muttered an incantation, and threw it into the air. A pale blue light shield slowly dissipated where the talisman touched, and a great gate gradually revealed itself in the air.

Ling Zhao understood the Empress's meaning. It was rare for the Empress to be so magnanimous; regardless of whether it was genuine or feigned, Ling Zhao herself had long been yearning for this.