Volume 1, Chapter 37: Targeting Cheng Xi

Cheng Xi stepped forward and opened the door, but found only the empty, ink-black silence of the night outside.

She walked out, only to find a figure shrouded in dark mist appearing before her.

"Why are you here?"

The dark figure stood motionless, unresponsive to her words. As the black mist slowly dissipated, the vacant face of Old Mrs. Cheng was gradually revealed.

With a flurry of footsteps, Xue Chuan could sense the guard approaching the door. After the lock rattled a few times, the door to his stone chamber was flung open. The towering guard tossed a figure into the room toward him.

Unlike those affections that demand much but yield little to no return, the delicacy before him was a tangible pleasure. Biting into the fragrant, golden-brown potato pancake, his mouth was filled with the nostalgic taste of potatoes from his childhood.

Ye Zixuan, who had been lost in thought, blinked in surprise when she heard someone calling her. Seeing that face, youthful and dotted with acne, a sense of foreboding rose in her heart.

Fang Yuan crafted a perfect training program for Zhu Cihuan, progressing from the basics to the advanced, step by step, to familiarize him with the mechanisms of power. After years of cultivation, Zhu Cihuan finally matured into a man of great talent.

This, imperceptibly, led the seniors of the Tianyi Orthodox Path to increasingly validate Ying Ruochong’s status. His standing rose accordingly, and the invisible restrictions placed upon him by the sect diminished.

Before this, Su Qianqian had believed her best friend would never step foot in a kitchen in this lifetime. Yet now, without knowing the truth, her friend had metaphorically slapped her in the face.

A series of intense, stabbing pains pierced Shi Lang’s chest. He let out a heaven-piercing cry before fainting dead away.

"That's true. After all, Aunt is family, and surely you wouldn't want anyone bullying the Chen family, right?" Chen Yu was intentionally trying to make Madam Chen sick with rage. Regardless of whether she had a hand in it, the son was hers, and making her furious was only natural.

Even when Yu Sheng and the others learned that the current ruler of Planet Akanan was Princess Masuya, the person they were speaking to anticipated Yu Sheng's question before he could even voice it, providing a brief overview of the situation in the Akanan royal palace. Before Yu Sheng could even offer a word of thanks, the individual had already departed.

As the 400-meter freestyle race began, the 100-meter breaststroke athletes entered. Wearing headphones to stay as relaxed as possible, they shook their arms and legs, trying to ease the tension brought on by nerves.

With their leader taking the initiative, the remaining bandits naturally followed suit, mounting their steeds and galloping in pursuit. Within mere minutes, the majority of the bandits had vanished from sight.

Inside a roadside café, Miike Naeko and Manaka Daijiro, having just finished their shift, sat across from each other. After ordering drinks and pastries, they chatted casually.

In truth, because Lin Chen was among the gods and their leader was at the helm, they felt no panic. Knowing his terrifying combat prowess—he treated the lightning tribulation as nothing—they made every effort to appear assertive. Furthermore, Lin Chen had given instructions in private to show no courtesy to the other side.

In the hallway outside the second-floor operating room, the burly men of the Sumiyoshi-kai stood in several rows. Ignoring the curses and shouts of the experts and medical staff before them, they stood their ground firmly. In front of the operating room door, Fukuda Haruaki, Shiraishi’s father, Asamiya Shino, and others stood together, exchanging a few words from time to time.

The head coach of the South Korean men's team stated that the South Korean athletes lacked strong starting ability and explosive power, which was the reason why they had lost two 500-meter gold medals previously.

Inside the Demon-Suppressing Tower, a year passed in a flash. Qin Shuang had pushed her cultivation in all aspects to the threshold of a breakthrough. She then began to comprehend the one hundred and eight movements taught to her by Feng Tian.