122 Extra Story II: The Emperor and the Empress

Lin Wanting listened silently to their conversation without a word, for she did not understand and could not relate. She envied the bond between Yang Fan and Lan. She longed to be part of it, but she had arrived too late; without the shared trials of the past, she could only lower her head in quiet dejection.

Li Kezhou was startled, a sudden realization dawning on him. He had seen the suffix for attributes under twenty-five points on many pieces of equipment before, and it all clicked into place. No wonder there was such a limitation; he had always wondered what that meant.

"Unknown rewards are actually quite exciting!" A glint flashed in Yang Mo's eyes, filled with anticipation for that day.

Rock Shield Defense was essentially a derivative attribute of the Rock Blade Legion’s own armor. Ordinarily, when the Rock Blade Legion reached the Gold-tier, it could evolve to possess the Rock Blade weapon attribute, thereby gaining the dual properties of both blade and shield.

Although he was just an entertainment reporter now, at least he was a reporter, and in a way, he was fulfilling his childhood dream.

"Humans? No, they look like humans, but their aura is vastly different. The races of the Spirit Realm are truly bizarre; the cultivation world simply cannot compare." Hiding behind a tree, Yue Xuan watched these seven Foundation Establishment cultivators who looked so much like humans, puzzled as to why they were relentlessly pursuing Siniang.

Many villainous bosses refuse to admit defeat, clinging to the delusion that they can turn the tide. They stubbornly refuse to accept the reality of their crushing failure, and the result is a snowball effect of one defeat after another, squandering a perfectly good hand.

Amidst the distant screams, the trolls seemed to be having fun; a pair of massive hands groped about, as if they intended to toss something else over.

Kimura nodded. Within a few moments, he brought a pot of warm water and an enamel teacup, placing them beside Li Kezhou. He bowed once more without a word and departed, leaving Li Kezhou sitting on the stone, lost in deep, furrowed thought.

The dragon’s roar rolled forth, shaking the world. Naruto waved his hand again, and the dragon and elephant dissipated, transforming into a downpour of golden rain.

"Stop." Old Wang said with authority, but he was too late. A bodyguard suddenly turned around, and with a crisp slap, sent the man who had threatened me flying; he landed and didn't move again.

Hearing Meng Biao say this, everyone stared at me in unison, as if I were truly cheating.

Right now, even if my mother stood in front of me, she wouldn't recognize me. I wore a mask I’d bought online, modeled after an unremarkable-looking man. With my neck pulled in and my waist slightly hunched, I was sure no one would recognize me.

Flames rose as Yang Tian’s brow twitched. He opened the Shenxiao Heavenly Eye, his gaze deep and azure. His hands traced seals in the air, forcing the overflowing spiritual energy back into the cauldron. The entire process was calm and steady, like a still, unrippled well.

The dark shadow was seen crouching and standing, darting back and forth, as if searching for something or investigating.

Upon entering the police station, Long Ji claimed to have caught the phone thief, but the police acted as if they hadn't seen anything at all.

Wu Lei’s expression was grim as he lunged forward, unleashing his ultimate move—Hell’s Descent. It was a full-power strike from a Domain-level expert, slamming fiercely toward his opponent.

Wu You saw this as a classic case of fawning after previous arrogance. Yet, it was typical human behavior; no matter the time or place, people always fear those with power.

As they spoke, a flash of gold appeared in Sha Ben Langmoer's pitch-black eyes, his pupils transforming into the shape of golden chrysanthemums.

But at this point, whether her ankle was sprained or broken, what did it matter?

"Go and see!" Du Heng gritted her teeth, gripping Zisu’s arm, and stumbled forward with uneven steps.

Just moments ago, he had told his sect members that no one could possibly discover this place, that it was perfectly safe. Yet, less than two minutes later, someone had walked in—and it was the very person he had considered a piece outside the chessboard, the one he had long desired to slay.

"Still over a hundred thousand materials short. I wonder if I can find them all in the Zhenyuan Pavilion and the Savage Witch Alliance. I hope so, otherwise, I won't be able to refine the magic treasures." After tucking away the fifty large gourds, Yun Tian pondered, fearful that he wouldn't be able to gather all the materials needed to refine the three treasures.

Looking again, Du Heng lay sprawled on the canopy bed, as red as a boiled shrimp. She twisted her neck to glare at him, her eyes wide as copper bells, looking both furious and pained.

Facing the void, Murong Feng smiled slightly, cupped his hands in a salute, and remained silent.

"Heh... just call Oppa out to see me, and you'll know exactly who I am," Qin Han said with a smile.

With a single sword strike, he shattered the void and entered the Heavenly Realm. The Heavenly Realm differed slightly from the mortal and nether worlds; filled with abundant spiritual energy and many mountains floating in mid-air, it remained a peaceful place despite the slightly chaotic flow of energy.