Chapter Twenty-One: The Moon Demon God Agares and the Moon Pool

As time ticked by, Silver Wolf’s anxiety grew ever more intense. Could it be that their very first mission had already failed?

With a thunderous crash, the massive white dragon’s body slammed into the ground not far away, sending mud, stones, and snow flying in all directions. The impact hurled everyone aside, yet Linghu Zi and Yue Yao refused to let go of Mo Lin, sheltering him with their own bodies, desperate to shield him from the slightest harm.

With Ajiu’s gentle comfort and encouragement, Yuan Mo finally relaxed. He gazed at Ajiu with gratitude, nodding slightly. In that instant, the young man’s resplendent robes and elegant bearing radiated an air of nobility and command, drawing every eye in the crowd.

Even the ordinary viper’s health-sapping skill was outrageous enough; who could guess how terrifying the viper boss’s abilities might be? Liu Tao regarded the boss’s skills with a deep sense of trepidation.

“Spread out!” Wolf Tan commanded, seeing how formidable Lei Zang was and knowing a direct confrontation would be unwise. At his direction, the Moists scattered in all directions.

He let out a long sigh. Complacency in smooth times was a dangerous thing. The commander truly had the broadest vision—these officers with their wandering thoughts needed to be educated anew.

The great dragon hovered close upon the horizon, its long whiskers flickering as if sensing something in the air.

Must he sacrifice the princess for the sake of peace in his own household? Gazing into the cold, clear sky beyond the window, he sighed deeply.

Moments later, Yang Mian, who had been lying on the ground, rose once more and stepped out from the bathroom. Yet his eyes were utterly vacant, his movements stiff and unnatural, as if a puppet manipulated by invisible strings.

I agreed—Dunzi’s mood had stabilized considerably. Rather than wasting time arguing with these two, it would be better to seize the moment and break the formation.

After completing his cultivation, a long list of immortality techniques appeared in Ye Haoxuan’s skill panel. Yet, as he was now only at the early stages of Celestial Immortal level two, many methods remained unusable. Though the system had taught him the skills, they were still grayed out, temporarily inaccessible.

Today, Po Jun looked entirely different from his usual bandaged state. Dressed in fitted black attire, the fierce aura he exuded made him appear uncommonly heroic.

But their composure seemed almost excessive; every firing position had fallen silent, as if all ammunition had been exhausted.

Though she hadn’t found any concrete solutions, He Hongshan’s mood had improved greatly. She scrolled through the news on her phone, reflecting on the day’s events and gaining new insight into the realities of her profession.

“With just one disastrous defeat, the ancient empire of Byzantium will collapse entirely.” This was Caesar’s judgment of the Greek nation that styled itself as the Roman Empire.

The finest blacksmith in town was called Ou Yefeng, a man in his forties. Sometimes, passing by his shop, Ye Haoxuan would see his burly figure hammering away at his forge.

Yet perhaps it was the sight of that silver silhouette that calmed his nerves, his former anxiety easing considerably.

Sasha’s retort left Lin Lei’s face even darker, though he could only offer her his elbow with a gentle compliment for her thoughtfulness, before turning his gaze to Cheng Buyun.

Thus, while Cao Sifeng waited for Po Jun’s fighting spirit to be corroded by his aura of dread, Po Jun had already launched a powerful counterattack.

Not only had he lost endurance, but after losing his left arm, his balance suffered as well, leaving his body less nimble than before.

His strength and speed were only just sufficient to deal with ordinary chosen ones; when facing a true powerhouse like Losfiel, it was simply not enough.

Silence rippled out like waves on a lake, spreading from Jinghua at the center. The townsfolk at the perimeter, ignorant of the situation, continued shouting until their companions hushed them. Even the guards on duty glanced back surreptitiously, curious how the second young master would resolve the matter.

Fortunately, the taste of raw oysters was not particularly unpleasant—a strong briny flavor, like eating raw egg, tinged with salt.

Indeed, moving out had been the wisest choice. Waking each morning under someone’s constant stare had always felt strangely unsettling.

That night, Chen Jin resorted to the Metal Qi Technique to steady his mind, driving away panic before finally falling asleep.

By moonlight, Jinghua could see clearly: among the loose cultivators were two familiar faces—Zhou Tu and Zhou Tong, a brother and sister he had once met in the Daxing Mountains. Their previous encounter had ended in discord.

She could distinctly sense the presence of several springs beneath the lake’s surface, each brimming with vibrant life energy.

To speak plainly, even setting aside the tendency to judge by appearances, there is something awe-inspiring about a person whose very bearing exudes presence. Gongsun Xun had shown such spirit, sword drawn in the street, and now this man, walking with head held high, possessed the same commanding aura.

Adu never expected that Yang Zaixing had long since made preparations. Even more surprising was that all Yang’s previous moves had been nothing but a trap, meant to lure him in.

Had the Patriarch Hongjun not deliberately spared their lives, these people would already be dead.

Whether the “great opportunity” was Guo Dalu himself or his related techniques, it seemed the Northern Sea Sect would always get there first. Though Fish Spirit appeared inferior in every way, she always seemed to seize the initiative.

Niudu first dragged Li Po’s body behind a boulder, covering the blood on the snow with a fresh layer of white.

The three chief examiners glanced once more at Guo Dalu’s application, confirming he was merely a freshman from Jianghan College. Suspicious of possible cheating, they decided to add a new question for him on the spot, each examiner selecting one.

To be honest, he had no energy left to refuse; simply coping with the fever’s headaches and dizziness had left him utterly exhausted.

Upon hearing the words “enter the Saint Realm” and “revive the sect,” Master Xuanqing’s expression shifted, as these struck directly at her heart.

These people could not possibly be members of the Qiongliu faction, for those individuals would not care about Du Chenfei and his companions, nor would they fear being recognized by him.

The clashing of blades and spears rang out, sparks flying as Li Zicheng charged in. With their bows rendered useless, the government soldiers could only defend themselves with cold steel.