Volume 1, Chapter 27: Who Knew You Were So Promiscuous in Private

After a while, the code on the main screen vanished, replaced by another set of peculiar sequences.

On the parchment, eerie and strange patterns were drawn. Could it be? A pair of jade tablets, the method of their creation, a blood talisman—how were they to be used? And what, in the end, was the final treasure of the Daoist mysteries?

Li Hao did not leave his name in the end, leaving only his voice echoing continuously in Xue Lan’s mind.

Meanwhile, as the defense of Chengdu grew increasingly desperate, Wen Pulu received an urgent report from his scouts. The rebels had gone mad, launching a relentless assault on the city regardless of their casualties. At the same time, the scouts saw a thick plume of signal smoke rising from within the city walls.

Chiba Junko embraced Feng Qianyu, studying her face for a long time before checking her neck and body. Molan could not help but chuckle, causing Feng Qianyu to blush and push her away forcefully.

Beyond the golden web of light, the glow condensed, and a young man in golden robes, wearing a majestic imperial crown, emerged. His sword-like brows were as imposing as mountains. With his hands behind his back, he gazed at the old man in the flowered robe trapped within the cage. He spoke with authority, his narrowed eyes deep and unfathomable, as if stars were flickering and fading within them.

She took the card and, without a word of farewell, left the room alone. The other party had made it clear: they would not meet again. Even if they were to encounter each other by chance, they would have to treat one another as strangers.

He used his viewing privilege to check the public welfare potential of the "Casual Charity Fund." After all, with so many foundations nowadays, while they appear to be doing good on the surface, the disgusting faces hidden behind the scenes are truly infuriating.

She drifted slowly to the top of the sedan chair, retracted her water sleeves, and removed the Nether Phoenix jade bracelet from her wrist. Chanting the incantation for the bracelet, she tossed it into mid-air; the single jade bangle instantly transformed into a black phoenix.

The red-eyed ghost hawks, as if stirred by their own vicious nature, shrieked and swarmed out, pursuing the three of them relentlessly.

The goddess was clearly quite dissatisfied, which was the reason she had drunk so much; ordinarily, she would have long since hidden away in fear.

It was already late at night. Outside, the wild New York night raged on, yet this slum area was devoid of any hustle and bustle. It was quiet—terribly quiet.

Fortunately, all three of them had exhausted their control abilities, which gave the Blind Monk plenty of room to maneuver.

***

Hearing the trial-taker, who was shrouded in a thin layer of black mist, speak in such a way, Chu Bai had not intended to follow the path laid out by his opponent. However, upon seeing the various items laid out before him, he changed his mind.

In the deep of night, the mysterious atmosphere of late autumn invited speculation and endless inquiry. It seemed as though something vast lay hidden beneath the silence, much like this war. When would victory finally be attained? Would he live to see that day? It remained an eternal mystery.

Taken aback, realizing he was playing the dangerous role of "you retreat while I cover," Chu Bai feinted and, without another word, turned and ran.

Although she knew she shouldn't pressure Chu Bai, the thought of the Main God’s time limit—that sword of Damocles hanging over their heads—made Lin Bao’er’s head spin. After weighing her options, she whispered a question.

Death Knights: the mere mention of the profession brings to mind the perfect archetype, Arthas and his fated partner, Frostmourne. Judging by the sound of the hooves, even if the individual strength of the Death Knights Chu Bai was about to face didn't reach the god-like level of Arthas, their sheer numbers would be more than enough to overwhelm him.

Even though it was midnight, the office building housing Tencent Entertainment remained brightly lit.

Without a doubt, technology-driven production is an unstoppable killer move. The only things that could compare are causality-manipulation weapons or the "summoning portal" style that also relies on black technology.

Though they thought this, and hated to see that detestable face, everyone still acted like the best of friends, pouring out sweet words as if they cost nothing.

These cycles of loss and recovery are far more damaging to the spirit than constant loss or never having "had" anything at all.

Qin Yi naturally noticed Su Yue’er’s expression as she left; she looked at Su Pan’er with a face full of worry, wanting to speak but holding back.

Ming Yang felt a jolt of alarm. He was naturally very curious himself, but he knew this wasn't his doing; it must have been caused by someone else.

"Is the Crown Princess implying that no one wanted me back then? Or are you suggesting that I am now old and no longer sought after?" Chu Tian Sheng could not help but stop in his tracks and ask with a wry smile.

At that moment, everyone assumed Zhen Rou had fainted from pain, but no one expected it to lead to a serious illness.

***

He still refused to give up, clinging to a glimmer of hope. He walked to Tang Zixuan’s door and knocked, but all remained quiet.

Li Fengjue obtained a key from the housekeeper, but it still wouldn't open the door. Only then did he realize why Tang Zixuan was so confident; she had barricaded the door from the inside.

He took a sip of juice and, glancing up, saw Gu Xiangbei looking at him with a look of utter surprise, rubbing the goosebumps on his arms.

Everyone knew that the Tang and Lin families were related by marriage, but even if Tang Yu were to take over, he would take over the Lin headquarters; how could he possibly take over Marvel?

Because they couldn't catch anyone from their side to use as leverage, the cultivation world certainly wouldn't resort to such tactics.

Everyone was currently focusing on the Qi-Regulating Pills, known in the immortal sects as items similar to spirit coins. The general idea was that one pill was as valuable as a spirit coin, and its worth was as stable as the price of a spirit coin.

"Village Chief, since Guo Zixing has captured the south of the city, why has he not sent troops to reinforce the north?" Chen Pingsheng had arrived at the medical tent early with Yue’er and Xing’er to help. Upon learning what had happened in the south, he furrowed his brows and could not help but ask.

All the chaotic sounds of the outside world were now completely unable to reach Jiang Mian’s ears; her soul was in a state of absolute tranquility.

The City Lord was also here, his face looking grim. It was clear he hadn't had an easy time these past two days.

It was precisely because of this that water bandits frequently ran rampant on the waterways across the provinces. Local factions participated to varying degrees, and the Yuan court found it difficult to govern. Yet, this fledgling naval force of the Donkey Brand Village could slowly establish itself within such a situation.