22 Defying Convention

But why does no one seem to care about the ruined city? In the next episode, the heroes are back to fighting new enemies in an intact city, as if trapped in a cyclical loop of destruction.

Chen Zheng was puzzled. Why was it necessary to confirm the target for implantation? Wasn't the soul seed manufactured first and then implanted? Could it be that the soul seed isn't meant for implantation after creation, but is instead forged directly within the human soul?

Although Lei Zhen’s words felt a bit off, uncovering what happened to Jian Yuzhen was far more important.

A faint, nearly invisible thread shot down from above the clouds, piercing the black, smoke-like demonic form of Xia Yu’s parasitic curse. Before Xia Yu could react, he was dragged away.

A dignified world champion, a peak figure among national-level shake-hand grip players—was Zhang Lei’s final destination really just a youth coach for a local provincial team?

Chen Zheng intensified his research into sorcery, while Chen Xi took on the heavier burden of scientific inquiry. In this sense, they could be seen as one person split in two: one studying science, the other magic. They could share their findings without interfering with each other—truly an extraordinary feat.

Whether it was feeding the pets or grooming them, she was always eager to help, which made things much easier for Yang Yan.

Having long been accustomed to the Shao Siming’s behavior, she gave the corpse one last lingering look before setting off to follow, her mind racing with thoughts.

Su Lingxuan had once tested this in the back garden of the mansion. By closing his eyes, his senses became incredibly sharp; he could clearly hear everything, from insects gnawing on leaves to ants crawling across the ground.

That was not all; now, these demon cultivators had almost all transformed into first-generation or second-generation zombies.

His master’s gaze was truly unsettling. It looked calm, like a stagnant well, yet when Qing He met those eyes, he felt as if the whirlpool in their depths could drag a person in, inducing an infinite sense of terror.

Ruan Meng had hoped for the best, but now it seemed she shouldn't have harbored such fantasies at all.

Ruan Meng thought this, unaware that Di Renjie was currently struggling, pondering his own unspoken thoughts.

Of course, it wasn't a whole roasted lamb. That would be far too greasy, and no amount of fruit could wash away that richness.

Ge Can was no fool. Regardless of how polite Shi Mu’s words were, he knew deep down that the arrangement had been a failure and had failed to catch the attention of Shi Mu or Yang Shiya and her group.

Naturally, the environment of the Prison Star was harsh, and most of the food came from Earth, with very little produced locally.

"That's right. I really don't want to hear any more nonsense. If this is about Brother Yan and Ji Xinliang, then just say it." Ji Nuanxin had no patience for idle chatter.

In the Southern City, the commander Wuming remained in seclusion, and the Mo family had become the undisputed overlords.

"Don't come from behind; just stroke it gently here." The man touched the horse, gesturing to Lin Nuannuan.

Nanny Jiang leaned in to take a look. Only a stitch or two at the corner looked clumsy, suggesting it might have been done by Lin Yali.

The dark palm print struck the Chiwo Qiu in the blink of an eye. With two thunderous booms, the creature halted in mid-air, its body swaying precariously.

"Brother, isn't that a bit too cruel?" Zhang Sanfeng couldn't bear to watch and spoke up.

"It’s not that I’m being harsh; she already made this mistake a few days ago. She promised me repeatedly that she wouldn't do it again, and here we are, only a few days later, and she’s back to her old ways! I’m starting to wonder if I misjudged her character!" Long Qing said, clearly angry.

"You woke up so silently—you could have scared someone to death." He said, chiding me with a look. As he spoke, he wiped the jade chopsticks with a silk handkerchief and handed them to me. I took them and rubbed them gently, but I didn't start eating right away.

"Are all the generals of the Shadow Guard from the Linghuan Continent present?" The Water God did not answer the man's question, instead sweeping his gaze over them one by one.

After paying their respects to Luo Qingqiu, Yun Cang Zhenren and the others did not linger; they summoned their magical artifacts and departed from Qixia Peak.

Jia Zhengyi paced back and forth, looking up at the sky, then down in thought, his expression shifting from deep sorrow to sudden joy, occasionally muttering to himself. His body language was incredibly rich, perhaps even a bit comical.

In just a moment, Chen Junmei was struck by a palm and sent flying. However, she was wearing a soft golden-thread vest, which absorbed much of the force. Feeling only a slight turbulence in her blood, she calmed herself with a bit of breathing exercise.

Fortunately, it was night and the light was dim; otherwise, it wouldn't have just been the two of them losing face—Xiao Ling would have been dragged into it as well.

The outer walls were sealed shut. I truly wondered where these two doors led; were they merely decorative? Even stranger was the room's foreign style—the ceiling was vaulted, like that of a church—yet there were no idols to be found, only a dark, inverted cross hanging on the massive wall directly opposite.

Xiao Lang’s sword light slammed into the protective barrier. It had been cast by two Taiqing-level cultivators together; despite his strength being far beyond his peers, he was powerless against such a defense. After slashing eighteen times, he finally stopped.