Exclusive Preview of Selected Chapters from Part Three

Red sand billowed, shrouding Ye Chen’s garments in dust. The northern wind howled, whipping up red earth that overturned the sky and gradually buried Ye Chen’s feet where he stood. Other than this, there was no response from anyone.

To have a master who cared so deeply for them was truly their good fortune, yet now they could do nothing to ease his worries, a failing on their part.

At that moment, my mind went blank. The Underworld? How the hell did we end up in the Underworld? As I was dwelling on this, Supreme Treasure made his move. I heard him curse, “To hell with you!” and then he brought his staff down on the minotaur’s head. The blow was so fierce it flattened the beast’s face.

But never mind, they had set out today simply to find some peace of mind. Encountering such things made it impossible to feel any joy; perhaps it would be better to heed Qiao Niang’s suggestion and go to her place for a while, rather than return home early to brood in silence.

In her eyes, she seemed entirely unconcerned with everything that had transpired the night before.

Qin An immediately fell silent. Ji Shan, who was driving, looked at him with schadenfreude, his laughter unrestrained but silent, so as not to disturb the “great deity” inside.

“But boss, I really do like this inkstone,” Tang Shaolong said, clearly taken with the object.

“If you’d been any later, I fear I’d have missed my chance to fulfill my filial duty,” Zhao Shuai said with his usual oily charm.

“Tan Tong?” Wang Qingshan muttered, then turned to Wei Zheng. “Old Wei, if I remember right, Tan Tong is in cahoots with Old Huang, isn’t he?”

“You’re Murong Xiao? The King of the Underworld, Murong Xiao?!” A flash of panic crossed her face as she tried to snatch her clothes and flee. But all the garments scattered across the bed and floor were already beyond saving.

In that instant, I wrapped my arms around Lan Fei’s waist. That sensation was incomparable—her slender silhouette accentuated by the smooth yoga outfit was enough to make one’s blood boil. With a tug, I pulled her onto my lap. Startled, Lan Fei let out a cry, then looked at me in utter astonishment.

Usually, my father was easygoing and careless, but now he suddenly seemed like a martial arts master. Ye Zhenxiong was a fighter by nature—his reactions and speed were beyond compare. My joining the fray was like an ant interfering in a battle between two lions.

Sure enough, before us lay a stretch of undulating mountains, each one towering into the clouds, their true forms obscured by layers of mist, adding to their air of mystery.

“You said it yourself—if you make it out, you’ll surely gain superpowers. The prerequisite is that you get out at all,” the man said with a smile.

She spoke as she tried to withdraw her hand from his fingers, but failed. His hand held hers tightly, refusing to let go.

Gu Xiaoxiao, Mu Yixi, and Zhong Yi left the police station together, heading for the hospital. Meanwhile, Lin Luoyu lowered her head, a trace of a bitter smile on her lips.

Under such stimulation, Quill couldn’t help but howl like a wolf. Clearly, his lupine genes were not yet fully purged.

“Heh, Director Zhuang, Zamora really is my classmate. In fact, she was the life of our class,” Laura said.

Just based on the warding talismans he drew at the cave entrance, I was certainly no match for him.

Thus, Aldaban charged fearlessly at the invincible Liu Fan. Seeing Liu Fan wield a precious sword and looking much frailer by comparison, Aldaban assumed he was no real threat.

“You…” An’an felt uneasy at Guo Nianfei’s words. Was this his revenge? In truth, Guo Nianfei was merely teasing her, but An’an, for once, agreed.

“Bang!” Suddenly, the vehicle shook violently! I woke with a start, all drowsiness instantly gone. Uncle Heitong gripped the steering wheel and handbrake tightly, his experienced hands performing a seamless sequence—firm grip, gentle touch, gradual brake, slow stop—bringing the car to a halt in no time.

After reviewing the introduction to the Qiao Group, Nie Wanluo carefully examined the profiles of the Qiao family. Only then did she believe that Qiao Neng’s offer of a fifty-billion breakup fee was not just an empty boast.

Suddenly, a commotion swept through the crowd, interrupting Guluo’s fluent muttering. He slowly opened his eyes.

“I’ve explained this before. Why are you jealous of Zhao Yuanhang, too? If there’s anything you still don’t understand, I’ll say it again,” Nie Wanluo broke the silence in the car, turning to observe Qiao Neng’s reaction.

Huo Qiong wondered: Did Ying’er just call out to me because she has feelings for me? Is she upset because of me? Or is it that my persistence is keeping her from meeting her beloved?

“What’s going on?” Even before Zilong could speak, the nearby actors were already shouting. They had planned to kidnap Zilong, but ended up being overpowered themselves. Especially after hearing Zilong’s identity, the police inspector dared not slight him—none of his identities were to be trifled with.

The instant the three pearls collided, the world was bathed in blinding light. Everyone within Zhenghan’s secret realm lost their sight.

Having endured hardship, he had finally achieved success, yet misfortune had found him unbidden.

However, if this Great Sage of the Demon Realm could be elevated to become Wutian—the ruler of the heavens, the mortal world, and the underworld for thirty-three years—it would truly be a cause for celebration.

To think that Baoling’s team and the Jingbei Folk Art Troupe refused to attend the performance, and even the Hip-Hop Brothers were barred from entering as spectators.

“What’s going on? How did a meal lead to so many people?” Lin Fei was puzzled. On reflection, it seemed likely that Xu Duochun was jealous and wanted to use the meal as an opportunity to show off and declare his claim.

The male zombie who was burned was the corpse king of this place. With his death, the other zombies, no longer cowed by fear, began to stir restlessly.

The Lord of Bloodmoon City, Blood Lion, had long since reclaimed the surname Blood, which, in the Scarlet World, was the most noble name of all—akin to royalty in the mortal realm.

Han Jiansheng was also afraid something might happen to Fang Hui, so when the one-month mark approached, he arrived early at the Cliff of Reflection, only to witness a scene that left him utterly dumbfounded.

Thus, even though Yun Aotian and Elder Qinghan were filled with dissatisfaction and anger, with Yang Xiao’s true abilities unknown, they dared not act rashly.

Still, even without glory, life in the Celestial Court was better than on earth. Zhu Ganglie grew increasingly irritable and resentful, his hostility mounting, until he was ready to devour humans.

A body gradually emerged behind the moonlight, wounds appearing on it again and again. Liu Yunfei did not sheath his sword but turned to observe the effect of the Twelfth Night Slash. Whether it would succeed depended entirely on this one strike.