Chapter 22: The Miraculous Efficacy of the Immortal Spring!

Her gaze lingered, eventually resting between the legs of the Orc Sword Saint. Suddenly, a tongue as red as a serpent’s slipped out, tracing a damp circle around her flame-red lips with an air of allure.

"Many thanks, Elder Black." After Yun Xu finished speaking, he departed. The Black Dragon tidied the scene, though he remained puzzled as to why the giant boulder had split open and what exactly had been hidden inside.

Moreover, the Queen Mother of the West had made it clear: it was not that I do not agree, but that you are not yet ready.

About 30 seconds later, the battlecruiser emerged from warp space into the pitch-black void. There were no reference points to be seen anywhere. Had the star map of the solar system not already been completed, they might well have been lost in the depths of space.

Furthermore, with someone like Ma Dong, there was no competitive relationship to speak of; he was precisely the kind of person one needed to actively win over.

To everyone’s astonishment, Huasheng’s products were as fiercely criticized as they were popular in the Western world.

However, DNA storage devices remained prohibitively expensive for the time being. Generally, only large corporations or the wealthy opted to use them; ordinary people found the cost unacceptable and, in any case, had little need for them.

Liu Jinyuan struggled, then flicked his sleeve with a violent motion, knocking the porcelain jar and spoon onto the carpet adorned with the large red "Double Happiness" character. The nectar-like medicinal liquid splashed everywhere, leaving less than half of what remained.

The moment the audience heard this, they knew the streamer was about to talk metaphysics. After all, Di Shi had previously worked in the Feng Shui trade, a fact well-known to those who followed his streams.

Of course, that was a matter for tomorrow; those monsters were still far off, and their combat capabilities were unknown. Since they were currently heading toward the players from the Korean peninsula, he could use their skirmish to gauge the strength of these creatures.

"What are you doing? Do you really think I, Wang Pao, am afraid of a mere Orange-tier ghost cultivator like you? Why must you tie me up?" Wang Pao struggled and roared.

Consequently, the plans he had to visit Consort Yun at Zhiyan Palace that night were ruined by Qiu Lin’s meddling, leaving him in no mood for such things.

Mo Bai had now learned of Wang Lijun’s madness. This guy was a deviant, absolutely twisted, using anti-tank missiles meant for armored vehicles to strike their trucks. It was simply outrageous, but Mo Bai would not let this pervert go; now that Wang Lijun had actively provoked him, he would not be so easily dismissed.

"Hmph! You only remember me when you’re poisoned? I don't care!" Nangong Li turned around with her hands behind her back, tilting her head to gaze at the sky; the clear, blue expanse was truly beautiful.

Inside Zhiyan Palace, the room was filled with people kneeling inside and out, trembling and sobbing uncontrollably.

"Is she ill?" Yu Qiao asked softly. Entering the Li household was like descending into an abyss; it was a place without warmth. Stay long enough, and even if you didn't die, you would be half-broken.

Then, the voice of White Pearl came again, "You are dirty; come with us to the backyard to bathe first. Only when you are clean can you enter the main chamber." With that, they followed the maid to the backyard.

The statue hovered above the sea of blood, appearing entirely weightless, not sinking in the slightest, exuding an eerie, intangible aura.

Jing Heng’s eyes softened, a doting smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He brushed a stray lock of hair from Yun Rong’s face, leaned in to kiss her forehead gently, and pulled her into his arms.

This leg of the voyage was quite relaxed; the ship required few extra supplies, as the Australian coast could provide almost anything needed.

Even when frozen, the Shadow of Death remained formidable—at least capable of dealing with average S-rank threats. Unfortunately, they had encountered a monster of a different sort.

When Qing Nai-chuan was in other planes, it was not as if he hadn't learned to keep his tail tucked; acting like a subservient grandson and bowing to powerful figures was a common occurrence.

Yuanwu Keqin, one of the three Buddhas and the last surviving disciple of the five patriarchs of the Linji school, Fayan, continued to maintain a humble posture.

After all, he could not continue to do everything himself forever. Relying solely on the current technology of the Ming Dynasty to produce cannons of this caliber required the top-tier iron ore from Hainan Island.

"Wait a moment, I need my headgear." This was something the owner of the sports equipment store had gifted him yesterday. He wondered if it might help alleviate the pain at all.

After all, the Guardian Stele of the Ten Thousand Forests did not reason with people, nor did anyone reason with it, and no one could ever make sense of it. Therefore, a wise person would never provoke the Guardian Stele, nor would they try to reason with it. Indeed, who would seek their own misery by arguing with a stone tablet?

Only when the Ming population on the West Coast exceeded one million and was self-sufficient in food could they cross the Rocky Mountains to expand eastward.

That creature had a record of killing crocodiles, jaguars, wild boars, and other ferocious beasts of considerable strength; its power was unparalleled.

Lin Jin was full of frustration. His memory had never been good; he couldn't remember his parents' birthdays or Lin Chen's birthday, and since the lunar calendar wasn't used often, he had always felt it was normal not to remember birthdays.

To be honest, Lin Jin was very annoyed with his father right now, so he lacked patience for whatever was said, his words coming out in a rushed, hurried tone.

"This Phantom Flower is red with thin, long leaves. It doesn't look much different from an ordinary flower, so it's likely it was misidentified," Jing Xi said.

However, from the documents collected by Shangguan Wuyan and the others, he knew that the Spirit of Cultivation lay in the very center of the ring-shaped mountains. Below the Spirit of Cultivation, ten branches extended, and the Nascent Soul cultivators of the upper level had built ten enlightenment platforms upon them.

Lin Jin didn't take the heartless praise to heart; she was only fixated on the high heels on her feet. Having walked a flight of stairs in these shoes, her ankles already felt sore, and she worried she might twist them if she started dancing.

"Yes, we never ask for a guest's name, as that would be impolite," the shop owner nodded and replied.

She was doing it on purpose. Knowing full well they couldn't lift it, she said those things simply to irritate them.

Da Mao had gone mad, letting out a series of cries. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought a pack of wild animals had appeared.

Taishu Yi held Jing Xi’s hand, not only refusing to let go but tightening his grip. Compared to losing her, he would rather be scolded by her.