Volume 1, Chapter 24: Looking After a Drunken Youjin

The night deepened.

The banquet concluded, and the guests departed one by one.

Having received the military order from the Heavenly King of Beasts just as he had wished, the Golden Wolf Fiend King led his two generals, the Cunning Wolf Fiend King and the Hunting Wolf Fiend King, to command an army of one hundred thousand in pursuit of the scripture pilgrims and the imperial troops. After several forced marches, he established Golden Wolf Mountain along their route, completing his preparations for the hunt.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? I would never have let you participate in this operation!" Zuo Lun said calmly.

Lin Peng suddenly remembered and hurried back to his dormitory to rummage through his drawer. Sure enough, he found the key from that day.

Lei Yi and the others nodded to themselves: the style of the Berserker clan was indeed bold and uninhibited. They spoke their minds directly without concealment, yet were entirely devoid of malice, feeling remarkably authentic.

Upon his sacred body, holy runes flickered, and vast spiritual power transformed into a torrent that collided with Lin Feng's attack, triggering a massive shockwave.

Without a second thought, Zi Xiang walked over. Cheng Ge had been keeping a close eye on the exit, and seeing Zi Xiang approach, a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

The next moment, two figures appeared in the center of the group of five. The process was bizarre, as if they had materialized out of thin air without the slightest warning, leaving the two men present stunned in terror.

As long as Qing Ming defeated Qing Hongjian, it mattered not how talented he was or how impressive his past records were—all of that would be rendered moot.

In an instant, Zuo Lun was stunned. Simultaneously, Wang Feng somersaulted to his feet, seized his gun, and prepared to fire at Zuo Lun.

"Wei Lai, let's go home." Pei Yu watched the elevator doors slowly close, took Shen Wei Lai's hand, and turned to head inside.

Yan Ran had done her absolute best, but since the other party refused to accept it, she could not continue to retreat.

Zhong Li shrieked, "What? Jumped into the sea to commit suicide? How is that possible? Someone as selfish and self-interested as Yan Zhengxi—how could he possibly commit suicide?" He would never believe that man was foolish enough to jump into the sea. How could he do that to such a formidable rival as himself?

One could see the peach blossoms just beginning to redden and willow branches arching over jade balustrades; the garden of the Marquis's estate was in no way inferior to those of royalty. In a secluded pavilion embraced by lush greenery, a middle-aged man dressed in a crow-black, cloud-patterned fine robe sat playing a game of chess against himself, accompanied by ribbons of agarwood smoke drifting from a filigree gold and ruby incense burner.

Who does not yearn to rise to the heavens in a single step? Who does not desire power and status? Who does not crave wealth that rivals a kingdom?

Spitting flames from his mouth, Lang Bao instantly ignited the pile of wood, and the firewood crackled as it caught fire. It burned with great intensity.

Awakened by his nudge, Xue Meng opened the Snow Domain space and roused Lu Mo, who was fast asleep inside while hugging Dudu.

She rambled on endlessly, weaving together countless accusations; in her words, Ye Xiaowu was a devil guilty of every conceivable crime.

Moreover... the smoke rose violently, and the surrounding water began to tremble. Fang Cheng’s eyes lit up—was this an upward surging current?

Lan Muting shot two sharp, sword-like glares toward Lan Muge, but Lan Muge returned his gaze without the slightest fear.

As it turned out, Bai Zihuan had instructed the student council members in charge of the venue to seal off the cafeteria. He also had students from each class divide into groups to check if anyone who had been present earlier was now missing, with instructions to investigate the whereabouts of any such individuals.

"If the mission is completed, I would rather die than live like this." Director Zhou’s voice was hoarse and desolate, his heart burdened by immense suffering.