25 Setting Up a Match

Luo Ping was taken aback the moment he heard the terms of the agreement, utterly disbelieving that Luo Yuntian could actually pull it off.

In this way, Xiao Yue’s physical body was continuously tempered by the ravages of the hurricane and the restorative power of the chaotic immortal energy.

"Hmph! Living in the present—why fear the future? One need only seize what is here and now." Xiao Yue shook his head, steadying his Daoist heart.

After all, when it comes to seeing one's parents, isn't it better that they don't see one in too sorry a state?

"Pfft, who cares? Our Fire Gate has no shortage of geniuses; why would anyone bother with an Xiao Yue?" Huo Ou said dismissively, though his eyes kept darting toward Xiao Yue.

Five seconds passed, and I was released from the sealing state. Fortunately, Dou Baozi had previously summoned several skeleton wolves, which had been locked in a standoff with the Dark Reaper.

Dou Baozi nodded and said aggressively, "Got it, I won't let big brother down." I smiled with satisfaction, took a deep breath, and declared to the group, "The gauntlet of torment begins now!"

The Guru soldier scrambled up from the ground, clutching the two pieces of scrap metal handed to him by the General as if they were priceless treasures. These were, after all, souvenirs left behind by that god-like figure, the General; naturally, they had to be well-preserved.

If all the advanced weaponry developed by the Gurus were brought back, I believe that within a few years, China could replicate products with similar functionality. By then, the likes of the United States and Japan would be of no consequence in China's eyes.

Everyone made their beds and lay down one after another. Mo Rigen stoked the fire again, making the room much warmer and banishing the late spring chill of March in Luoyang.

"Do you have no more doubts about him? Or rather, do you love him or not?" I asked. I knew it was an abrupt question, but it slipped out anyway. Things had reached this point; I had nothing left to fear.

"No problem, rest assured. You won't have to wait for that day," Wu Hua said firmly. In his heart, he believed that no matter what happened, he would never fail Zhou Min.

Business, by its nature, relies on integrity to endure in the long run. Although Wu Hua’s "one-price" jewelry strategy offered a considerable profit margin, it hid underlying risks. If the market failed to accept such rules, this venture would sink like a stone, making it nearly impossible to retreat unscathed.

Fortunately, Tao Ruo was quick-witted and managed to bluff her way through with a few words. The people of Liuxin Valley did not harbor too many suspicions; regardless, the City Lord had already been decided, and they were powerless to change anything.

Wu Hua was dragged straight into the live broadcast room. As soon as the camera turned on, he immediately settled into his rhythm, exchanging remarks with Li Yan with effortless flow. Perhaps because they had conducted an interview once before, this session was a great success.

"That is correct. I presume you have investigated: back then, his left hand not only suffered a severe fracture but also damaged his tendons, and his face was battered beyond recognition," Jiang Xu said slowly.

Due to the suppression of the "Soul-Suppressing Scripture," the Undead Flood Dragon’s body was stiff, and its movements were sluggish. A cyan-blue aura emanated from its body, its complexion was ghastly, and faint, dim cyan-green luster pulsed slowly beneath its skin.

Only when Lu Fan looked closely did he realize that his master’s legs had long since turned to stone, fused permanently with the stone dais beneath him, the two having become one.

"It is nothing, it is nothing," Luo Qingqiu said tremulously. However, his face was pale and beads of sweat stood on his forehead; clearly, he was enduring immense agony.

Not long after, a large quantity of rare medicinal treasures was delivered to Qin Chuan’s room. Only after being soaked in various spiritual elixirs were his external wounds barely recovered, though his internal organs remained in a state of chaos.

"Young Master Xia..." Su Zhen repeated the three words, closing her eyes gently. This familiar form of address struck her heart, suddenly carrying a flavor entirely different from before. As thoughts of the past surfaced, her memories felt absurd, and her own feelings seemed laughable.

Although she had never wanted to marry into that family, it seemed that, for the moment, she could not escape before the wedding. She had no choice but to live quietly until then. Once her own influence had fully matured, she would no longer need to worry about the imperial court or Prince Jing.

Kang Longji waved his hand at the two, signaling them not to be constrained. This was a private setting, and he had no habit of putting on airs; at his age, strength, and status, doing so would be superfluous.

The giant formed by the array flashed and charged forward. With a thunderous boom, golden divine feathers erupted from its body like ten thousand arrows loosed at once.

"This has nothing to do with whether I like it or not; she is simply an extension of myself." Jimo Hanfei understood that Jiao Yuzhen would not like it, but when he required such an outcome, Jiao Yuzhen had no choice but to comply.

The September grasslands were already bitingly cold. Because they represented the Great Tang and were entering the territory of the Xueyantuo Khan’s camp, they would likely have to perform formal state rituals.

However, the field of array study demands much of one's natal array. Once set, it is extremely difficult to alter, which has a profound impact on future cultivation.

This person was none other than Feng Yi. By the time he sold the final artifact containing three types of Dao laws, the number of top-grade Dao stones in his possession had reached a staggering sixty million.

"You too—you’ve grown thin. There are still things to handle at the company; I’ll be going now. Ouyang Luo, escort Xia Youyi home." After Situ Yi finished speaking, he slowly departed. Watching his retreating figure, Xia Youyi’s eyes turned red.

"Bastard! He probably took the money and went straight to Guangzhou; he never went to collect the wealth," Wang Youdao cursed in regret.

"Then, beyond the Saint-Entering Realm, are there higher realms?" Xiao Yunfei’s gaze shifted slightly as he continued to pursue the question.

Lu Xuan did not know that, strictly speaking, demon energy is a form of spiritual energy—it is merely named differently. Demon energy requires the human body’s true qi as a vessel to take effect.

Ouyang Luo clenched his fists. He wanted to speak, but in the end, he remained silent. He simply followed closely behind Xia Youyi, saying nothing at all. Xia Youyi, what must I do for you to know that I love you?