Chapter 22: What? Mid-Lane Tristana? And She's Running Ignite?!

"You need not overthink this matter; this..." The Daoist was speaking when he suddenly arched his brows, turned his head to look out the window, and after a moment, said slowly: "Anbang, my disciple, since you have returned, why do you stand outside the window instead of coming in? Could it be that because of this affair, you no longer even recognize your master?"

"Yuenong actually possesses a Magistrate's Edict! Such monumental news must be transmitted back immediately!" Thinking this, Elder Ge secretly produced a sound-transmission talisman, sent the news back to Tianhuang Prefecture City, and ordered those within the city to relay the intelligence to the high-ranking members of the Nine Cauldrons Merchant Alliance with all possible speed.

Geuphiein, the last of the Odin clan, sighed softly. Cupping a mass of nothingness in both hands, a glow suddenly appeared within the void. It flowed gently, gradually taking the shape of a figure; he represented an end, yet simultaneously, a new beginning.

The group moved with caution. The current situation was surely the final guardian beast of the prophecy. The two monsters were carved with such lifelike detail that, despite the dead and silent aura they exuded, no one doubted they could spring to life at any moment.

The tens of thousands of martial artists below remained silent. Some followed Pang Wuji's gaze, yet they saw nothing at all.

After staring for so long, the child’s eyes grew blurry from looking at the charts on the wall. Bored, he studied them back and forth but could reach no conclusion. In truth, no conclusion was possible; buying lottery tickets was merely a matter of intuition.

Moreover, even if they could be contacted, these top-tier powerhouses might not be willing to travel thousands of miles to provide support. After all, the rewards for killing a Tier 4 exotic beast were no longer of significant value to them; compared to the treasures found within underground ruins, they were likely far inferior.

The cold, almost cruel look in Xu Chenjun's eyes was something they still could not forget; the scene would surface almost every time they closed their eyes.

The martial arts world, or the Jianghu, was merely an entity equivalent to a trade association; its reach was not even as widespread as that of the merchant or artisan guilds. Now that Taishi Kun had become a dominant figure, he had long since ceased to care for titles like Martial Arts Alliance Leader or Jianghu overlord.

Knowing that Xiao Dahu would surely concentrate his main force for a breakout on the eastern side—this was not something deduced by him or the Grand Marshal, but rather something dictated by the terrain of Xijing City.

The Chaotic Divine Domain was indeed powerful. Even a Divine Venerable, if trapped within it, would be like Su Yanyin, the Immortal, and the Immortal Emperor’s son—left at the mercy of others.

"Xiao Mu, I fear our Green Wood Sect is doomed to catastrophe this time." The Green Sword King looked at Xiao Mu beside him, his expression deeply complex.

He stood two meters and forty centimeters tall. With heavy brows, round eyes, and a face like black iron, his temples bulged and his jaw tightened. His entire body was a mass of knotted muscle, standing on the decisive battle platform like a black tower.

The formation core and the Flame Demon Heart Fire that served as the foundation had always been controlled by the Red Rock Protector, but now, the core was in the hands of the Nine-Tailed Red Fire Scorpion.

"Don't worry, Master, it will be done perfectly. I have disappointed you enough." Ding Yijie snapped his fingers. Having the Master there made all the difference; even the sunlight felt much brighter.

"The Gym Leader's name is Valerie. She uses Fairy-type Pokémon and is also a model," Cattleya told Yuhon while on the road.

Boss Zhang’s family made a living selling eggs—chicken, duck, goose, and pigeon eggs were the staples of his trade. Duck eggs were the most important; starting in spring, Boss Zhang would travel through villages and counties to purchase them, and after pickling them into salted eggs, he could earn a tidy profit. This year, he had bought several thousand more, just waiting to pickle them.

After spending nearly two hours, Ye Fan finally succeeded in refining the powerful medicinal pill. The perfectly round pill pulsed with a bright luster; the deep, solid radiance flowing through it carried a spiritual energy so stunningly intense it felt formidable.

"You need not worry about me. Lian Zijie poses no threat to me, because I know that the one Chuchu loves is me," Arthur said with a smug tone.

However, that matter had passed. Next, Pei Junlin intended to visit the Azure Blue Grassland; being cooped up in the Green Ox Sacred Ground had made him restless, and he was eager to go out and wander.

"Senior Brother, this matter has nothing to do with my sister; it was we who brought her out," Tang Yuan also admitted his fault.

The Guo Family Head took a paper from his robes and handed it over; it detailed exactly what was required of Cui Li and the North Star Sect.

Their goal was to find Yun Ting. By doing this, they could avoid entanglement with the mountain's demonic beasts and minimize delays.

However, Feng Qingyan, who was in the middle of a fit of anger, could not be bothered to pay attention to that bizarre plant! Of course, even when she was not angry, she never paid attention to Goldie’s complaints anyway.

Having walked for another full day, they passed a town at dusk and found an inn, intending to rest there for the night.

Seeing Pei Junlin’s infatuated gaze, a look of pride appeared on Yun Fengming’s face. She sat gracefully opposite him and extended a slender hand to pour the wine.

When he arrived home, Zhao Erniu and his apprentices were still working on the foot-operated pestle in front of the cave dwelling. He looked carefully and realized they were starting to build a new one; when he returned last night, the previous one had been nearly finished.

Ling Chu, having changed out of his blood-stained clothes and washed up, appeared at the doorway, looking equally surprised.

The unlucky fellow nodded. This time, he didn't say much more; instead, he pulled out his phone, fiddled with it for a moment, and turned the screen toward him.

Li Xiao let out a light breath, turned, and walked into the distance, his voice drifting into her ears.