(85) With a casual wave of the hand, a feint.

The bullet tore through the air, heading straight for Liu Yi’s face. After all, she was a beast-shifter, her reflexes far surpassing those of ordinary people. She abandoned her little electric scooter, leaped onto a tall tree, streaking across the night sky like a meteor—her movements swift and decisive. Using the rocks, streams, and woods of the mountain, she deftly dodged the attack. Though she appeared alone, the little phoenix and the beasts in her spatial domain were already itching to join the fray. With a graceful wave of her hand, blades of ice mixed with gusts of wind—

“I want you to accompany me to the karaoke bar, and in the private room, play those two songs you sing on repeat until I tell you to stop!” she called out anxiously.

Liu Fei snorted, and the young men beside him burst into laughter. At that moment, Liu Fei noticed Li Yang standing nearby, his expression unchanged, as if utterly unperturbed, and felt a surge of displeasure.

On Crimson Moon Star, it had been many years since a powerhouse at the late stage of Divine Star Lord had appeared. It wasn’t that none had ever emerged, but those who did invariably chose to leave; anyone who stayed risked never getting another chance to break through.

Tomorrow was the first martial arts tournament of Jiangdong—why, of all times, did so many corpses suddenly surface off the eastern gate at sea?

“Chairman Bai, this Liu Guang has forced new actors to sleep with him more than once. Just now, he demanded that Ya Fei spend the night with him, and said if she refused, she should pack up and leave!” Wang Yu hated Liu Guang to the core. Seeing how afraid Liu Guang was of Bai Lan, she seized the opportunity to speak up.

The Nascent Soul within a person’s body was essentially an intangible entity condensed from spiritual energy; even if the body were cut open, the Nascent Soul could not simply be taken out.

The volcano had not erupted, but he wasn’t planning to enter directly—earth concealment would be safer.

With the concealment bead, secrecy was assured. Fang Huairan tried both his spiritual sense and the Azure Water True Sight; even with Zhou Tong close at hand, he couldn’t see through her.

The young Daoist, hair disheveled, shivered with dread, then erupted in fury, summoning his flying sword to attack.

“Actually, I haven’t gone anywhere. I plan to find a place to retreat and break through. I feel I’m on the verge, so I need somewhere hidden to make the breakthrough,” Yi Tianyun replied truthfully.

“Old Master, I’ve heard the military plans to equip thousands of J-7s. What do you think?” Wang Yue asked, ingratiatingly.

“Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace!” Zhong Nan could tell the Emperor cared little for these empty formalities.

Even if your father were here today, he couldn’t stop me. You still want to deal with me? Go wash up and sleep.

But he could only perform one acupuncture—two would be far too risky, as the more he expended, the longer recovery would take.

The memories in his mind had not fully settled, but Shen Lin already had a fair grasp of this world and his predecessor’s information.

He kept his head down, eating from his bowl, while his eyes flicked upward, always on guard against the two people before him.

“Haha… Then I’ll call you Brother Nan, since I noticed they all call you Brother Zhong. I have to be different from them!” Liao Qing’er clapped her hands, feeling a little proud.

Luo Mingyue noticed that, at night, the insects, once sated, would return home and sleep quietly—they wouldn’t loiter on the streets. In a way, they were rather well-behaved.

He was completely unaware that Wang Qianhu behind him had already changed expression; his combat proficiency was far beyond that of any wastrel.

Jiang Yanfeng made a few points: first, immortals have their own affairs and can’t watch over them every day. Though the immortals no longer rewarded them with food, everyone must be understanding, and not harbor resentment or dissatisfaction.

On one hand, it was true he hadn’t seen his elder brother in a long while; on the other, he’d waited two days for Kato Dan, hoping to learn the family’s secret art—the key points of spiritual transformation cultivation.

Manager Li saw his boss had left, so there was no reason to linger. He followed Shen Feng out.