Chapter 674

The heavenly soldiers guarding the spiritual spring were not weak.

Placed in the mortal world, they would at least be formidable "human immortals" skilled in water arts.

Not to mention that among the heavenly gods, there would surely be "Gongcao" and talisman envoys.

But the old villain Fengwen Ji and the young villain Yufengxian both employed methods far too ingenious.

Leaving aside the old villain, he used the Wu Clan's divine arts to transform into a clear stream, flowing with the river—so even if a Gongcao god didn't watch closely, he couldn't tell truth from illusion.

The young

He wore a newly issued mid-level imperial guard uniform, looking thoroughly pleased, and walked straight into the pastry shop's back courtyard to find Qingzhi.

Moreover, aside from acting, he never participated in interviews or variety shows; without a large cadre of diehard fans pushing him hard, his exposure was practically nonexistent when his dramas or films weren't airing.

All the pastries left in the shop were no longer fresh; the shopkeeper ordered Qingzhi and the old woman to eat them all. Qingzhi refused, so the old woman immediately looked delighted.

Suddenly, after the Break-Heaven War God thrust his light sword into its body, the pain jolted the Asura rhinoceros beetle back into battle mode.

Xu Jingyou was also startled, and sheepishly pulled his foot back; Ji Cheng steadied him and looked up.

Lu Bu gathered his troops, let the deputy general flee without pursuit—his gains for the night had already satisfied him, and the retreating men would carry the news into the county town for him.

You never called him "boss" so well before—now you're using that title? Are you eager to distance yourself?

Sheng Tianqing's expression darkened; though his target was Jiang Shuiyao, he had no objection to killing another dark spirit.

She circled the box, examining it—such a large item, had she ever bought it? Come on, let her guess: Xu Yishen?

If the later operations of this project go well, it might even turn a substantial profit. It benefits Jiamu more than it harms, so the investment isn't solely because of Xu Jingyou.

In the morning, Wang Yueqi woke from a drowsy sleep, opened her eyes to survey her surroundings, then suddenly sat bolt upright, flinging back the corner of the blanket—only then did she sigh in relief, silently thinking: Thank goodness, I didn't do anything too reckless last night.

You Ying let out a startled cry; the black shadow shot sideways. Zhuo Yifan's swordlight followed it like a shadow.

Three resounding booms rang out—deep, far-reaching, unmistakably the battle cry of a warrior facing an equal foe, eager to unleash his ultimate technique.

Ling Anfeng thought, suddenly feeling a bit unhappy. Are there truly no people in this palace without ulterior motives?

"I don't care what you think of me—I'm not leaving you. From now on, you'll have to spend plenty of time with me!" After tasting Li Gouwa's pleasures, Lin Xiaoqian could no longer suppress her inner restlessness.

In the blink of an eye, two months passed, and a major holiday was approaching: New Year's Day—a festival of great allure for college students, who were all busy preparing gifts and plans.

Chen Yue closed her eyes and played the qin, utterly immersed in the music; she had always loved the instrument, and even in her past life, while consumed with avenging her parents, she still carved out vast amounts of time to practice.

Yet everything seemed within Fengsi's control: he calmly raised his right hand—and at that exact moment, the Wind Demon's right hand, which had remained motionless until now, moved. The colossal monstrous hand mimicked Fengsi's motion, suddenly clenching into a fist before lunging forward.

Chen Yue sat in the main seat of the room, while the Seven Star Demons sat below, reporting to her on the past few days' developments.

Deputy Li choked, speechless for a moment. As dawn approached, the southeastern gate still hadn't fallen. Some were growing impatient—wasting energy and effort by lingering with someone who didn't understand warfare, risking exposure and squandering days of meticulous planning.