Why does even the airport have to be replicated?

As long as the head, dantian, and heart—the vital areas—are preserved, cultivators, with their formidable vitality, can slowly recover. Such strength and talent, placed among the great sects of the Huaxia cultivation world, would be considered quite respectable. Yet, compared to the true top-tier powers, it still falls far short.

Not far away, atop a slightly lower palace roof, a middle-aged man clad in purple-blue battle armor bowed respectfully. His words trailed off momentarily.

“Jiao Jiao, your body is just right now; don’t get agitated. This is all for his safety. Your father is dead, and I fear he might seek revenge on Lin Yifeng. Think about it—given Lin Yifeng’s current state, wouldn’t that be a death wish?” Tong Yao said gently.

“Feng Shuang, find a sea beast,” the old man Xia said excitedly. This poison was the most unique he had ever encountered. Most poisons were used for assassination, requiring them to be colorless and tasteless, with particularly potent toxicity.

Having accepted the task, Ye Han skimmed the details but found no specific clues. Without much thought, he decided to head down and rescue everyone.

Later, as if awakening from a dream, the scene grew startlingly clear. Ye Han heard a familiar prompt sound in his ear—the game system’s notification tone he had known for years, unchanged and nostalgically old-fashioned.

Under those cold eyes, Murong Qiu absurdly felt a flicker of fear rise within him. In that instant, Bai Jingxuan’s lean figure seemed magnified infinitely in his heart, transforming into a deity.

Zhang Xuemei did not respond to Lei Chen. Instead, she flew up on her sword, casting a cold glance at the Miao people below. Her fingers began to move, forming hand seals. Suddenly, her aura exploded, a dense yin energy radiating outward, faintly obscuring the starlight.

Elsewhere, on the surrounding walls and inside the camp, there were still many soldiers. But these had long been cowed by drones and vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns, unable to lift their heads. Their combat effectiveness was negligible.

Through a secret passage, they entered the exhibition hall. Seeing the paintings, Jiang Minya felt a sense of pride and joy.

“What’s the matter? Do you want to stop me from seeing my own brother?” Long Haoran kicked aside the imperial physician clutching his leg and strode inside.

Gan Lin gave him a deep look and smiled. “My second brother has always been the most sensible.” He fell silent, saying nothing more. Ganran seemed inclined to continue questioning but paused and chose silence. The three walked silently along the somber palace path.

The Empress Dowager, aware of the urgency, did not obstruct further. “Don’t stay too long. You are injured; make sure to rest.” With that, she rose, letting the Empress support her as they left.

He had not taken Mao Leyan seriously before, assuming a little effort would settle her. But seeing her close to the current prime minister and also connected to Prince Jing, he began to regard her with greater importance.

Her last bit of appetite vanished without a trace. She put down her cutlery, no longer wanting to maintain a smile.

A sudden blaze erupted—fire tornadoes surged, engulfing them. Countless demons turned to ashes in an instant, unable even to scream.

At this moment, squads of security guards came from the opposite direction, brushing past him and entering the hall to conduct patrols and inspections.

“You only entered the palace as an excuse to serve, but you know the real reason, don’t you? Maybe the Crown Prince already favored you with the Empress Dowager. In the future, I might even call you sister-in-law,” Ganran laughed heartily.

As little Jun Yuexi grew day by day, her facial features gradually filled out and became more distinct—and she increasingly resembled Jun Jinyan.

Inwardly, I cursed, “Damn, it’s just a pledge of allegiance, and they put it so nicely. Screw that, there’s nothing good about it.”

She threw her changed clothes into the washing machine, leaving not a trace on her body.

The next item was the “Spirit Rain Flower,” another medicinal herb Fang Zheng needed. The starting bid was still two thousand taels of silver.

Ling Feng’s face inexplicably flushed when he saw Cheng Minxue. He wondered if the temperature there was unusually warm.

These words shocked and thrilled Xu Zuoyi. If Bai Chongxi’s assumption held true, Shao Fei was a veritable treasure trove—endless and inexhaustible. Not only did he know future events, but also possessed advanced technology.

He woke up with a terrible headache, took a shower, then looked at the cat. Patting his own face, he wondered, “I didn’t go get the cat—how did it come back?”

Lefan, somewhat surprised, walked into the hall with Leyiyun. This was his own domain, naturally familiar to him.

“What on earth is going on?” Ling Feng frowned, feeling as if something had latched onto the plane.

Of course, that old man Hu was an exception. Thinking of him, her gaze returned to the square, sinister-looking rough fabric.

Cousin Chu and Gu Qingcheng should have been two parallel lines that would never meet. Yet now they were to meet.

Regarding their realms, the church’s ring levels did not require much thought. According to Charles’s estimates, such matters were bound to fall into place naturally.

If an element power was detected in testing, regardless of whether it was in the sanctuary, one had to go to the Divine Martial Academy.

But there were advantages too. For instance, activating this ability was effortless—just like controlling shadows, it was instinctive, as natural as a normal person lifting a leg or stretching an arm.

Lin Ke did not rush to answer. Instead, she glanced at the two maids in the room. Princess Yonghe immediately understood and gestured for them to leave, leaving only Lin Ke and herself.

Dreams bring happiness, but waking brings pain. He stared at the time displayed on his phone, stunned for a long moment. It felt as if New Year’s Day of next year was a countdown—and that day was truly near.

Chu Qianqian was still savoring the recent feelings. If she weren’t afraid of frightening Liu Dong, she might even dare to be inappropriate right now.

But she never imagined that if not for Heng Yanlin, they might not have been able to defeat the opponent this time.