Volume One, Chapter 32: Birthday Banquet

"Yes, yes, yes!" The old man tucked the hundred-yuan bill into his shirt, thanked Mang Qingru repeatedly, and promised never to go back there again before turning to leave.

The bleached-blond youth jolted awake and scrambled to his feet, casting a nervous look around. He realized he had been dumped next to a trash bin, and passersby were staring at him with looks of utter disgust.

Uncle Kong and I hurriedly looked toward the building across the street. Sure enough, a head poked out from a third-floor window. We squinted to look closely and saw that it was indeed Mr. Wang, who was leaning against the window frame while talking to us on the phone.

With the annual Alchemical Convention approaching, if he failed to place in the top three this time, he would likely be stripped of his status as an elder.

They had no choice but to bite the bullet, turn around, and charge toward the immortal beasts that, in their eyes, were no different from demonic monsters.

I stroked Tom's head and told him a lie. But such a lie could at least ensure they all had a good meal. Even though I was already full, I would eat another serving; no matter what happened outside, I still had a home, even if it was a somewhat broken one.

Just as the officer was feeling smug, someone tapped him on the shoulder. His pleasant daydream was ruthlessly interrupted, and a surge of anger flared in his heart. Damn it, who was this rude person? Was a policeman's shoulder something just anyone could tap? He whirled around, ready to explode, only to be met by a face with a half-smile—a look that was wicked and full of mischief.

I asked Hu Qingxuan where she was taking me, and she replied in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, "Just follow me and you'll see!" I looked at Hu Qingxuan's bright red face and felt puzzled; although she was in human form, she was still a fox, so why was she more feudal in her thinking than me? I had never blushed seeing dogs mating, after all.

At this thought, Chu Ming felt his entire body tense up uncontrollably: "For such a powerful being to spend so much time and effort over so many years just to be forgotten, and then to reveal her own tomb at the very last moment—what exactly is her plan?"

I thought about it and realized it made sense; one side was insects and the other was a blade, which happened to be their nemesis. According to the theory of natural enemies, this Divine Blade could indeed suppress them.

After the exchange, Wu Tian directly learned the True Spirit Technique. Instantly, the mantras of the technique became clear in his mind, and he quickly scribbled them down.

The Sharp Demon Ranking held immense significance within the entire Demon Race, representing the pinnacle of the new generation.

Ye Rou and the others, believing Ye Wushuang had been possessed, pushed past Jian Bufan’s obstruction and charged toward him like madmen.

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Ao Qing could also tell that Lin Tian was standing up for Xiao Su, and he could not let them succeed.

He hurriedly tore off his sleeve, but a black light took advantage of his distraction to slip into his skin.

Hua Zi'ao shook his head. He had told them to leave earlier just to save them from embarrassment, but these people were not only short-sighted, they also lacked any self-awareness.

Xiao Yao naturally did not know any Feng Tie Sheng, though he did know that a person by that name existed in the Feng Family Trading Firm. However, it was unlikely that Feng Tie Sheng was his true appearance.

These black tentacles overlapped, forming a pair of wings like a black butterfly, and soared into the sky.

Cao Cao silently committed these things to memory. Winning against Dong Zhuo was the prerequisite and the key to everything; otherwise, everything else was meaningless.

The Princess of Hanyang’s pointed question was clearly directed at Lian Fangzhou, not Madam Zhao.

Without time to notice the change in An Honghan’s expression, Xi Xizhi’s entire focus was on the pastries. Seeing a larger piece, she hugged it with both paws and began to nibble on it slowly.

"What's the point of having a brain if you still get beaten until you're crying for your parents?" Xiao Lingfeng snapped angrily.

Hearing suddenly that her son was an "immortal"—wasn't that the same as the "immortal" she worshipped? Supernatural powers and the ability to foresee the future... how could this be possible?

Claiming to go to the main hall to help was really just an excuse to go see the young men inside.

Not to mention the looks she received from the staff rushing to work in the lobby when she took the private elevator to the top floor.

Jun Mohan collapsed on the ground, a thin layer of ice forming on his body. He hugged himself, trembling uncontrollably.

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Just as Ji Yun’s consciousness was about to fade, he suddenly remembered the green wooden block in his mind, and then the Green Wood Heavenly Sword in his spatial ring. With the last of his strength, he managed to summon the seemingly plain-looking "Green Wood Heavenly Sword" from his space.

Li Wanrou was amiable enough toward them, but although she spoke with a smile, the tone of her voice clearly showed she considered them fools.

There were rumors that the Northern King had received the blessing of the Sea God and could command icebergs, or that Su Junyan was the reincarnation of the Sea God and could make the iceberg follow him wherever he pleased.

But the next moment, the grim, piercing look in his eyes had not yet faded, only to be replaced by an expression of incredulous confusion. A long sword had been thrust deep into his chest. He stared in shock and disbelief at the young, yet now unfamiliar, face before him.

Of course, the one who laughed the hardest was Boss Xu. Boss Xu had also climbed the mountain today and set up a betting stall at the entrance of the measurement plaza, taking wagers on every single match.

Meanwhile, in an underground cavern, a beetle-like creature was kept in a wooden box. Miraculously, the beetle repeated the exact words the bat-monster had spoken.

Among them, the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Xuanyuan Bu Po seized the opportunity to strike. Although they were only fifteen in number, they were holding their own against over a hundred Great Supremes.

Yet this legend had another identity: the second son of Lieutenant General Li Xuan and the biological father of Li Tianci. That such a father could produce such an incompetent, playboy son could only be called a joke of the heavens.

The diamond-shaped divine mark on the forehead of his eldest brother, Yang Zuo, was still there, which meant that although his eldest brother had regained his sanity, he was suffering in constant agony at every moment.