Volume 1, Chapter 24: Do Villains Always Prefer to Operate at Night?

Although the voice of the figure in black differed slightly from Shen Qingli’s, it bore at least a sixty percent resemblance, and the more she pondered, the more something felt amiss.

The commotion outside the door gradually faded, and Qin Shichuan stepped forward to knock.

Knock, knock.

"My dear daughter, I hope you weren't frightened!"

"I do not know where you heard that he has some kind of rapid-acting cold medicine here, but as far as I am aware, there is currently no specific cure for this strain of influenza developed domestically."

From a strictly medical perspective, while there are acupuncture points at the back of the human head, they do not govern this area, nor do they reflect any specific physical conditions. However, because Chen Feng possesses that unique energy within his body, he can manipulate the blood flow and even the internal organs of others at will.

Jiang Xinyu tapped her slender fingers rhythmically against the table, her white teeth subconsciously biting her lower lip, which was a stunning shade of red. Her mind raced with countless thoughts; she needed to consider these matters carefully to avoid falling into a trap.

Even if these three entities were to truly cease their sublimation and combustion of life, it would be to no avail, for they had already burned away too much. This extreme sublimation and frantic consumption had become irreversible and unstoppable.

Furthermore, what baffled Lin Fan was what had happened to him since arriving in Macau; why, after meeting Yun Xueyao, did he constantly find himself thinking about things he would never have considered before?

The Primordial Origin Spirit had manifested, which meant the Primordial Origin Array had also appeared. No one understood the implications of this better than he did.

Zhou Hao began to chant the incantations taught to him by the Ancient Yan Immortal. He then cast a spirit seal toward the immortal mirror on the gate. The mirror suddenly erupted with a brilliant celestial glow, wrapping around Zhou Hao before vanishing without a trace.

Finally, he drifted upward, while Ning Fuchen prepared to dive deeper. By now, his stored oxygen had long since been depleted, and he needed to utilize the fused properties of the Sage’s scales to continue his descent.

Unlike a year ago on the streets of Handan, when he had politely declined the service of wandering knights, this time, Mingyue did not filter the wheat from the chaff. He personally welcomed the first group of arrivals, conversing with them and accepting them all, without turning a single person away.

The three people upstairs watched as Jiang Xinyu stepped out of the sedan. Lu San wore a look of regret, while Gong Er remained silent.

"Have you arrived in Brooklyn yet? I’d like to see you; when will you be free?" Chen said, his tone turning suddenly serious.

Wind-Slaying Blade Technique: Before inheriting the mantle of Captain of the Black Scale Knights, Han Lin was a master swordsman. His Wind-Slaying Blade Technique had claimed countless demon lives; it was a style defined by an aura of slaughter and a fighting spirit as swift as the gale. Once activated, Han Lin’s attack power increases by 25%, and the power of the technique continues to escalate as the battle persists.

Ma Lü felt as though her heart were being scorched by fire, yet she was determined to break up! Steeling her resolve, she made a shocking move.

Jiang Feng walked into the bathroom and took a refreshing shower, taking the opportunity to smash the plaster cast off his right arm, revealing fair skin beneath. He had already healed the fracture himself using medications from the hospital.

The Great Aunt was delighted and nodded repeatedly in agreement. Seeing the look of weariness on the Old Madam’s face, she took her leave to attend to the arrangements.

Forget it, I’ll just stay here and see what happens tomorrow. She had no idea what an inn in the Tang Dynasty was like, and it might be interesting to experience life as it was then.

Jiang Feng walked up and reached out, rubbing his large hand vigorously through Zhao Ruyi’s hair, leaving her once-neat locks in a tangled mess.

He no longer cared about saving face and shouted anxiously, "Brother Tang! Brother Tang, please... please come and help!" Before he could finish his sentence, he let out a cry of pain as his entire body tilted to the right along with the massive bronze cauldron.