Volume One, Chapter 39: I’m So Angry I’m Full

In the peaceful and tranquil bedroom, a faint scent of perfume drifted through the air. Bright yet gentle light illuminated every corner, casting the room in a festive glow at first glance.

On the other side, the soldiers defending the forward cities of the Da Dian Kingdom had been filled with extreme tension and anxiety ever since the Jin Feng Kingdom began reclaiming and occupying several of their cities one after another.

He was saddened by what others said because he feared she might believe them. If she trusted him, he would not care what anyone else said.

"Nonsense, it is I who should be treating you, Brother Wei. I have already booked the restaurant; let’s go now." Wu Hua said with a beaming smile, accompanying Wei Jingshan.

One must know that anyone with a reputation in the Legalist school is not to be trifled with, let alone someone hailed as a once-in-a-century genius of the school.

"Ximen Mingyue? I don't seem to know this Ximen Mingyue, and we have no interactions, do we?" Zhang Sanfeng muttered to himself.

Since the matter was settled, Wu Hua did not intend to delay the time Xiao Qing and Xiao Aiguo had together as grandfather and granddaughter. He offered a polite farewell and stepped out of the hardware store.

Watching Chen Jialuo still harping on about the country and the people, attempting to use the position of Chief Commander to lure Xu Yang into saving everyone, and even offering to forgo clearing his name or accepting the antidote as penance for his past offenses, Xu Yang laughed—a wild, manic laugh.

"Very well, how could we, a small group of master and servants, refuse Young Master He's kind invitation? We shall stay in Changshui County for a few days. There is no such urgency to reach my uncle’s place, though we will have to impose upon your residence for these few days," July said with a calm, light smile and a nod, deciding to remain for a short while.

"A total hunk," Zhang Sanfeng nearly choked upon hearing Han Mengmeng’s words. He had never realized before that Han Mengmeng’s tongue was quite sharp.

In truth, Lin Fan did not expect to get any information from the system, even though he knew that as an omnipotent system, it certainly knew the reason.

"Secondly, it’s not that I cannot handle you; I still have one final path. This path is foolproof." Shi Tiezhu gripped Chen Jin with his left hand, suppressing his consciousness. With his right hand, he reached behind him and pulled a familiar object from his pack.

Chen Yahua and Zhao Ya ate with me. Having collaborated before, they were familiar with each other and felt no shyness. As they were eating, the door pushed open and Li Junhan walked in, looking uneasy.

"Sister Lin!" Gou Xiaoxiao finally could not help but cry out, "It’s one thing to refuse to help, but there’s no need to kill, is there?" Her voice grew weaker with every word, fading into a mosquito-like buzz by the end.

Everyone nodded in unison. Their current opponent was capable of contending with the Eight-Eyed Organization; they could hardly be a simple character.

Seeing that Zhao Gang did not seem to understand what he wanted to convey, Mu Tianyang simply told him the entire sequence of events.

Seeing this, Ye Zixuan’s eyes widened. No matter how she looked, she could not spot the Poison Scorpion.

"This..." Tu Min’s mind struggled to keep up, gesturing toward the workpiece and then toward Lin Fan, who was hunched over, wiping the controller.

This clever woman knew she had caused trouble, yet she understood the male psyche perfectly; her ability to act coquettishly was top-tier.

The Emperor had not stayed in the main hall during his previous visits. It was rumored that it was because Consort Yu was in poor health. Thinking about it, that made sense; Consort Yu was quite aged, so it was normal for her to have ailments.

Bai Xuan reached out and grasped Liu Yaoyao’s snow-white, delicate hand. The skin felt smooth and supple, like fine, warm jade, so delightful that one could not bear to let go.

The cold wind roared across the land, and the thunderous waterfall veiled the sky's light. A beast had cultivated a thousand years of power, seeing through all the mysteries of Yin, Yang, and the Five Elements.

"Uncle, your decision is decisive, and I will follow your lead. That is settled. Jiajia will go over now to hand things over to my junior brother and take a flight."

Although selecting thirty people from dozens of experts due to numerical constraints was a headache, the Second Elder was not bothered. The disciples of the Demon Sect remained as bloodthirsty as ever, if not more so than before.

Having said this, he channeled his cultivation again. The Heaven-Severing Universe Formation was about to pull the battling soldiers into the void, but he felt a tingling numbness in his back, and the technique shattered instantly.

Because he did not know his exact location, he feared that if he walked slowly, he would not make it back before it became too dark.

After his call with Liu Yun was hung up, he had no choice but to head to class. Once the morning's studies were over, he was wondering what to do when his phone rang.

"Is that the treacherous villain Fu Tianchou ahead!" the leading eunuch shouted in a shrill, piercing voice.

Yes, the people were stirred. Those who had been teary-eyed moments ago were now unable to contain themselves.

Golden sunlight poured down, reflecting off the nearly ten thousand shaven heads, creating a blinding, brilliant, and incredibly striking golden glare. The momentum of it was simply unparalleled in the world.

A ghostly green shadow drilled into his head. Before he could even speak, a "swish" sounded as a scythe flashed by. His soul was instantly cleaved in two, and soul-fire ignited his entire body along the wound.

In just this brief moment, the group of over a thousand had suffered nearly two hundred casualties. One can only imagine the despair experienced by the cultivators who landed in the Red Earth Secret Realm upon entering the Tianyu World.

Luo Shuiyi knew that in hurting her, Hua Lingyu suffered more than anyone. He could not bear to see her injured, nor could he forgive himself for being the one to hurt her.

However, perhaps it was because Su Ruyi had not fought anyone in too long, or perhaps she was deliberately trying to forget the Underworld Aspect that could make her life a living hell, but throughout the fight so far, neither Su Ruyi nor Jin Yi had used their Underworld Aspects to attack.

Lele had no business, so she simply stopped going to the brothel altogether, spending her days in her quarters, depressed and filled with grievances she could not share. She did not know if saving Long Wushuang had been right or wrong. At the time, she only felt he was pitiful and, in a moment of kindness, performed a good deed, yet it had invited endless trouble upon herself.

I fear even Dang Zhou had not expected that by merely following behind Duan Ke, he would earn such great merit for nothing. If he knew, he would surely wake up laughing in his dreams.

By now, Yan Hen’s "Extreme Point" had achieved the effect of "a heavy sword has no edge, and great skill hides its craft." He was still exploring the other four techniques; the Shadow Sword, for instance, shared similarities with the Golden Feather Sword, yet the Golden Feather Sword technique still held immense room for improvement.

"Soft as a reed, fragrant as a flower; what a pair of skillful hands." Meng Que’s tone was deep. Although he appeared reluctant to let go, his tone remained indifferent.