Chapter 318: The Atmosphere Is Too Friendly

Indeed, because no one knew whether there were any other Ran Yi beasts in this place besides the six just discovered and the one howling deep underground.

Life returned to calm; Nie Wanluo did not ask about Chen Yuling's fate, nor did she pay further attention, but she inadvertently heard from Old Li: "I never would've thought the second young master could be so cruel."

This Blood Bat King no longer belonged to the vampire race, but to those extremely difficult-to-deal-with demonic monsters.

As the big man fell, several villagers watching nearby shouted at Shen Meijia.

The sword aura struck first; Wang Hao sidestepped, then his punch aimed at the man's waist turned into an uppercut, smashing directly into the man's chin.

Thus, Elder Gongyang could perform a ritual to restore order, bestowing upon Zhao Xian the destiny originally belonging to Chen Haocheng, transforming him into that profoundly influential great figure—but the difference was, this great figure would become a puppet under the control of the Soul-Stealing Sect, which would gain unimaginable benefits in return.

After hearing Lang Fei's words, everyone smiled knowingly, for they had all gathered together because of Lang Fei, and it was precisely his quality of selflessly giving for his friends that drew them in.

Lang Fei said nothing, and punched again, reducing the three-meter tree to splinters—as before, there was no issue whatsoever.

Lin Zhengfeng smiled, reached out, and picked up the clothes placed on the rock—these were Qin Yanran's clothes.

Lan Shuyi lifted her head, tears streaming down her face. When she looked at Lin Zhengfeng's resolute expression, something deep within her stirred; her intimate undergarments instantly grew damp, and she trembled faintly.

It hurts so much it aches in my chest—I gave him everything, even my dignity—what more does he want?

"Then I'm going back!" At that moment, Lin Chengyue, seeing how well they were getting along, figured she had no business there.

Over the next several days, the Great Wall remained peaceful; no demonic beasts attacked again—perhaps the Demon Spirit Realm, after its initial probing, was preparing to muster a major offensive and needed time to mobilize its armies.

Only then did Ye Mo realize that a bit of ice cream had stuck to the corner of her lip.

But now was not the time to ponder this—why did this old man hate those with the surname Jun so intensely?

In fact, even he didn't know—he clearly felt his punch had struck Bai Lin squarely, yet Bai Lin hadn't moved an inch, let alone stepped back.

The waters of Wangchuan held not only the souls of immortals and demons, but also many vengeful spirits; in the center of Wangchuan, countless vengeful spirits could not escape, so they enticed passersby, clouding their minds, seeking to steal spiritual energy to break free from the waters of Wangchuan.

Yet as she reached out, her steps wobbled, and the man's palm immediately seized her; both tumbled together onto the brocade quilt.

Ye Mo and Kim Sun-ah exchanged glances, nodded to Kim Min-seok, then entered the staff-only room nearby to change clothes.

Liang Hao muttered, unhurried, filled the Tianbao Immortal Sprout seed tray with special nutrient-rich soil for spiritual plants, then put it away.

Jiang Huai'an looked at him and thought he resembled a nouveau riche—he really wanted to step forward and beat him senseless.

"Later, later..." Chu Qinghuan looked up at Yun Yixuan, overwhelmed by his intense aura, gasping for breath, unable to answer him.

"You and I will have them too," Jun Tianlan's words finally lowered An Jin Yan's guard; she tilted her head, gazing up at Jun Tianlan.

Qiao Xiduo knocked on the Ace Team's training room door; members from the second room and the first room all turned their attention here at the sound.

Moreover, these dead rats were so cunning and deceitful—something the proud and temperamental Warriors Clan could not tolerate; one by one, they charged down, determined to tear the enemy's body apart with their martial prowess.

Qiao Xiduo felt she could only do so much; how Zhao Jiahui faced the future, what she chose to do—none of that was within her power to control.

She took Chu Fei's iron sword, inscribed with his name, as if bringing him back to camp.

Gu Qingge hadn't expected the Ice Crystal Beast to possess such ability; her long sword swung continuously as the Ice Armor Warriors kept falling.

She rubbed her eyes again, gazing across the mirror-like lake—beyond the faint reflections shimmering on the frozen surface, all remained silent, empty, devoid of any trace of life.

On the march to war, Cao Zhen sat astride his warhorse, gazing at the faint, scattered lights of the encampment ahead, silently thinking.

"Then let's go back inside—don't catch a chill." Andy lifted the towel, sat up, and picked up his beach shorts from the sand.

Bi Tong was examining the ten flowers one by one, pondering which suited whom, when suddenly the Miss startled her.

She selected walnut candy, chestnut cake, cinnabar dumplings, and honey peanuts, arranging them on a large pink-glazed porcelain plate painted with peonies; added plums, peaches, and the star fruit sent the previous night from the Second Lady's courtyard; finally garnished with glistening cherries, creating a scene of festive cheer, then brewed two cups of almond tea and carried the tray downstairs.

Wang Ben noticed Zhang Shaohua rushing toward the three masked black-clad men, locked in fierce combat with them, and immediately called out to his mounted guard Liu Lin, who followed behind, to assist Zhang Shaohua.