Chapter 22: The Whole Village Feasts on Meat, Qin Feng Is Forced to Join

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Sharing it with everyone to stew together?
The villagers watching did not cheer; they exchanged glances, unable to believe the news.
Last time, when Qin Feng took everyone to dig for pine nuts and distributed the money, that was understandable.
After all, the villagers had all signed up, and even those who didn’t join had tried their best, so the sharing made sense.
But these two roe deer were hunted by Qin Feng alone, deep in the mountains...
Back in Badusale City, Xie Xun wasted no time with old friends Zhuang Zheng and the others; his first order was to check the almanac and set the wedding date for Xie Wuji and Diana, scheduled for the seventeenth of next month.
“Hmph, all men are the same,” Lin Anqi said with a scowl, pinching Zhou Mo’s soft flesh sharply. Zhou Mo winced and grimaced in pain, his face twisted as he tried to explain to Lin Anqi.
Meanwhile, Xie Wuji, Liu Ji, and Xu Da sat together in the stone pavilion within the courtyard, engaging in a deep conversation about the state of the world.
That day, Zhang Zhigang came to chat with Liang Fei, but Liang Fei had been busy with the orchard and the ginseng fruits over the past few days and had no time for him.
“You’re right, but I am human! This war started because of you, and it should end because of you!” Xiang Yu declared.
The audience was astonished, not only by Siwei’s confidence but also by her approach.
Bai Jie could only wait until everything was firmly in hand before organizing collective training and then addressing the matter with the boss.
Most people felt disappointed; after witnessing the miracle awaken, they had hoped to feast their eyes, only to see the battle reach a crucial moment and the other two simply surrender. Of course, many thought this was a testament to the deterrent power of the Divine Light Miracle.

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In a daze, Xie Wuji felt countless unbearable words whispering in his ear, penetrating his mind’s deepest recesses, nearly driving him mad.
However, these were all just Zheng Datong’s conjectures; without evidence, there was nothing they could do about Qin Fan, and even if Zhenyu Workshop compensated for losses, it was unlikely to happen.
Contrary to several expectations, the journey was surprisingly calm, without the anticipated terror.
A bruise at first appeared simply as a faint discoloration, barely noticeable and not painful, but as it darkened, the pain intensified.
When the final lightning bolt struck, the nine-eyed demon spider had vanished from the ground; wisps of white smoke rose where it had stood, the surrounding green grass turned to ash, and the bare earth blackened.
“Uh!” Lin Yi jumped in fright, ceasing to inquire further about the Ring Spirit’s condition, instead sitting down on a nearby chair to ponder carefully.
“Go change clothes—early out, early back,” the Empress said, finding the young emperor’s demeanor unbearable. She waved carelessly before lifting her skirt and boarding her phoenix carriage.
“Cold fragrance, used to mask the bloodiness; the lord must have been injured recently,” Qingqing remarked with a slight smile.
The moment Ling Chen sat down, he felt a surge of source energy flood his body, much like when he used the jade lotus, though one was spiritual energy and the other source energy.
Gene was startled when his confident arrow missed its mark; just as he hesitated over whether to shoot again, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted.
Seeing Lu Jiu daydreaming again, Fu Lanqing recalled the few slaps he had endured and felt an urge to strike back but decided against it after some thought.
Inwardly, he thought, “A miserable life needs no explanation—or rather, a monkey’s life.” Recently, countless hungry ghosts and vengeful spirits had mysteriously appeared across various continents, among them powerful shadow souls, rumored to include ghost generals.
A few crisp knocks on the door sounded in Du Gui’s ears like thunderclaps, piercing his eardrums painfully. Helpless, he curled up and buried his head in his blanket like an ostrich avoiding reality.

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“Don’t worry! With so many years of cultivation, am I scared I won’t have the chance to roam the martial world with you? I promise, once I’m done with my business, I’ll join you in wandering the Jianghu!” Ming Xuan raised his voice to uplift the somber mood.
Yang You raised an eyebrow; if the demon clan were only physically strong, they wouldn’t pose much of a threat.
But the current situation clearly exceeded Old Mo’s expectations: before Hawk-Eye Yun could act, the Xiao family stronghold and the Wolf Fang clan were already clashing.
“Just in case, keep attacking!” Yao Buxing unleashed whirlwind bullets with both hands, hammering the explosion’s center wildly, while Shen Taikui launched fireballs from another direction to coordinate the assault.
Yang You asked Elder Wu about the opponent’s strength, as his own cultivation was still low and he couldn’t assess a Dao Fruit Realm peak cultivator’s power, but Elder Wu, a great master, could.
“In that battle, nearly everyone who set foot on the battlefield perished, leaving only a statue behind, along with their legacy, hoping to inspire future generations after ten thousand years and contribute their strength.”
This was not the usual rhythm or atmosphere; Long Yang sensed something unusual. He leapt up, landing on the roof of a house in town. Since someone had come to steal a child, they wouldn’t descend from the sky, so he waited here for their arrival.
Under the night sky, his elegant silhouette was cast; no one knew that his sword-wielding right hand trembled uncontrollably, his true energy completely depleted, and the nebula in his dantian dimmed profoundly.
“Though I preserved my family’s wealth and kept the court ministers from harboring other ambitions, reflecting on the scheming and flattery of this past month, my heart is truly dissatisfied,” Fu Yi sighed.
Such perfection made one want to caress it; last night and this morning, indeed, more than once, he had caressed those beautiful hips—how could anyone find that unpleasant?
The boss lady’s most lethal weapon was her enchanting eyes; her eyes and brows held an indescribable allure. Staring into them for even a few seconds, one couldn’t help but become distracted.