Chapter 23: Does Sister Mianmian Like My Hands?

Fu Yanchi leaned against the car door, his feet surrounded by several discarded cigarette butts under the scattered, dim glow of the streetlights.

The glowing cherry of his cigarette pulsed in his hand. His suit jacket hung open, lending him an air of lazy, aristocratic elegance, yet his every movement possessed a roguish charm.

With a slight parting of his thin lips, he exhaled a ring of smoke, momentarily shrouding himself in a haze. Once finished, he extinguished the cigarette, stooped to gather all the butts from the pavement, and tossed them into a trash bin.

Slipping into the driver’s seat, he glanced at the woman in the passenger seat and reached over to pull her trench coat up around her.

Master Bai Lianjing stared in disbelief at her chest, where a black arrow protruded, reeking with a pungent, bloody stench.

Though she possessed a body of immense stature, she now fell from the sky like a kite with a snapped string, plummeting under the sorrowful gaze of all who watched.

It had to be said that the creature known as Blood Rat had an incredibly strong will to survive; much of what he revealed corroborated what Liang Jiakuan had said earlier.

After the integration, not only was his physical form more stable, but the efficiency of his rhythmic breathing had also increased by a significant margin.

The surging sea of blood roiling around her made it clear that she was clearly struggling to control her own runaway power.

Yet, as Fang Xuanling stood tall on horseback before the city, gazing at the deathly stillness surrounding it, he drew a sharp, involuntary breath.

Four thousand-foot giants took the lead, some wielding divine maces, others cradling lutes, their eyes wide with rage, radiating the majesty of celestial beings.

However, according to Li Xun’s verification, a 100% breakthrough rate during advancement increased the probability of awakening a high-level extraordinary ability.

An Bo was overjoyed; the plan he had pondered for so long had finally taken a crucial step forward. Today was undoubtedly a day worth remembering.

Therefore, Li Kuan deliberately allowed Du Ruhui and the others to witness the might of the Great Yan, hoping to inspire in them a desire to become just as powerful, using this as a leverage to sell goods rather than technology.

The short Daoist looked the Crown Prince over for a long time before speaking: "In my humble view, Your Highness the Crown Prince possesses a heavy aura of slaughter and dominance. This journey to the West shall lead to the achievement of an unparalleled legacy, one without peer in the past or future. I pray you, Your Highness, accept my three kowtows and nine prostrations." Having said this, the short Daoist bowed low before the Prince.

An Luochu explained, "I thought I would be staying at his place at the time, so I moved everything over in advance."

"Brother Monkey, I’ve come regarding my older brother’s business," Zhang Yadong said coldly. Although he knew Monkey was one of Li Chenggang’s men and understood why he was there, he still did not reveal his true purpose.

"Luo Yu, she is your sister! She is in the hospital now—how can you have such an attitude?" An Yang suppressed his rising anger.

Han Lingying had awakened at some point. As Mo Junling passed by, her lips parted to utter two words.

The old Daoist rolled on the ground twice before lying flat on his back, tilting his gourd to drink deeply. The half-eaten, oily chicken leg, though coated in mud, remained clutched tightly in his hand.

To assist the Principality of Ishubia in completing this operation, General Bilide brought thirty thousand warships, which were currently on standby within Ishubia, ready to strike at any moment.

This was a lesson Song Zheng and his men had learned from the arrest of Lu Bingxuan. After Lu was captured, the reaction from the officialdom of Jinghu Nanlu had been intense, with the Pacification Commissioner filing three memorials in a single day to denounce the Right Secretariat. In light of this, Song Zheng and Mu Yu had formulated this new strategy.

Ye Han found no trace of Qianjun. He speculated that Qianjun might have also mastered the ability to suppress the flow of soul energy, a power perhaps even greater than his own.

A flicker of surprise crossed Donghuang Chi’s eyes; she sensed a distinct change in the power of this Immortal.

A crisp sound permeated the air as the two soul cultivators were knocked to the ground by the overwhelming force, their soul weapons shattering under the strain.

"..." Lin Yifeng rolled his eyes in silence at these words, too speechless to say another thing.