Volume 1, Chapter 55: Yuchi, You're Going Too Far

Su Yun pieced together the general situation and roughly understood why her father was upset. The charity banquet she attended yesterday had drawn a horde of reporters, and she had long anticipated that yesterday's events would make the headlines. Thus, she had already prepared her explanation.

Yet, it was precisely this kind of concern that Gu Shiyun found somewhat unbearable; such inexplicable affection was far worse than the bone-chilling indifference she was used to.

Gu Shiyun glanced down at the glass of champagne in her hand, swirling it gently without an ounce of suspicion, and then raised it to her lips to take a sip. Little did she know that in a shadowy corner, two wealthy young scions were watching intently to see how she would drink this glass of champagne, especially since it had been custom-prepared for her.

Yan Mo looked up and greeted Nangong Yao perfunctorily, "Hello, Uncle Yao," before instantly lowering his gaze to resume playing with the toy in his hands.

Gu Shiyun wondered if there existed a foolproof, win-win solution—one that would allow her to secure the money while keeping her chastity intact?

The night passed uneventfully, and by the next morning, Zhao Chengshuang rushed over bright and early. Accompanying him was Ou Keren, the Hong Kong special police officer, whose face flushed a delicate shade of pink the very first instance she laid eyes on Ye Qing.

In truth, the traffic police station was quite some distance away. He had merely assumed they were briefly pulled over for some urgent matter and would soon be on their way. Yet, after observing them for a prolonged period, the vehicle remained parked in this forbidden zone, prompting the officer to walk over and investigate.

It was not until Jun Li pulled me away that I realized the only ones paying attention to Gu Yijun were myself, Yun Jing, and Gu Yicheng. Throughout the entire eternity that Gu Yijun had been present, Jun Li had not even deigned to spare her a single glance.

In the span of a single month, Tianmen had successfully embarked on the right track. With the backing of various aristocratic families and the state, a massive cohort of engineers entered Tianmen. Within just one month, they expanded the original site of Mount Shushan a hundredfold, transforming its scale into the likeness of an ancient classical city.

Meanwhile, Keyang and Nezha were gradually bringing their battle to a conclusion. Following a protracted and fierce entanglement, Keyang finally began to gain the upper hand. Nezha was being beaten back step by step; Keyang's rows of sharp, delicate teeth proved even more formidable than Nezha's fiery spear, chasing him until his face turned the color of ash.

The numerous prominent figures of the cultivation world, whose polite smiles had long since turned stiff, stood up one after another with expressions of utter "shock."

Three terrifying corpse emperors, any of whom possessed the might to sweep across the entire Black Lock Realm, were now trembling with a terror so profound they could scarcely believe it themselves.

Meng Wu harbored no fear toward Fu Zijin. It was not that he fancied himself capable of matching Fu Zijin in combat, but rather that he was merely following orders. If Fu Zijin wanted someone to settle scores with, she could go look for Yao Xi. Should she come after him instead, he was confident that the Great Qin Empire would protect him.

I withdrew my gaze and hastily broke into a grin to mask my embarrassment. Following that, I unsealed the two soul urns in my pocket one by one. The souls of the dog and the cat leaped out of the urns like a lion and a leopard, immediately crouching before us.

"As expected of a disciple of the Jixia Academy, your techniques are indeed brilliant. However, how could someone whose cultivation surpasses yours by several realms ever be defeated by you?" Liu懿 thought to himself, summoning the Blood-Bathed Bow into his hand at the same time.

Long Ye soared into the sky, staring in profound shock at the terrifying creature whose single tail formed an entire mountain range, utterly speechless for a long time.

Now, guided by the melody of the zither, he had stepped through the gates of martial arts. Subtle changes were gradually emerging in his fists and kicks; with a single punch, the manifestation of a myriad of miles of rivers and mountains grew increasingly distinct, eventually transforming into solid substance. This style of martial arts pugilism had been pioneered by the First Emperor after his unification of the realm, known as the Primordial Cosmos Haotian Divine Fist.

Two streams of true Qi, resembling a pair of coiling, rampaging dragons, swept ferociously toward the dozen or so warriors clad in silver-white armor.

This celestial body was clearly a star, radiating boundless light and heat. Yet, when Ji Tian swept it with his formidable spiritual sense, he instantly discovered the anomaly: far from being an ordinary sun, beneath the veil of boundless light and light and heat, it was patently a vibrant star brimming with rich spiritual energy.

As Yin Yi watched the crew member's hurried retreating figure, a beep suddenly echoed in her mind: The Koi System has been activated.

The circumstances were largely identical: in the past, their lives had been idyllic, residing on Bodhi Mountain and enjoying robust health. Recently, however, their quality of life had plummeted sharply, and Bodhi Mountain no longer seemed as miraculous as it once was.

It was only at this moment that the Saber God experienced a sudden enlightenment, finally understanding why Chen Yang had previously remarked about escaping a catastrophe with one's life.

The universally adored Ying Wuxian lifted her chin, looking down at Yin Yi with a gloating expression as she flared her nostrils, "Yin Yi, the song she sang on the variety show 'King of Singers' became an overnight sensation."

Such rhythmic sound of horse hooves always stirred memories of distant things within her, making even the figures of people she had slowly grown to forget become vivid in her mind once more. The village chief's residence stood at the entrance of the village, and Shi Hui could hear the cries of battle echoing from outside. The thundering of hooves was chaotic, clearly indicating that the invading bandit troops had already been thrown into disarray.

By the time Yu Ze finished handling his work, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. He leaned against the back of his chair to rest his eyes; having endured such a lengthy flight followed immediately by continuous work, his body simply could no longer bear the strain.

Tang Bingyu paused in bewilderment, wondering why they were suddenly heading to an amusement park. She had heard that a single ticket to that park cost over six hundred yuan... Moreover, once inside, there would undoubtedly be additional expenses. Tang Bingyu felt a slight pang of anxiety that her money might fall short.

Chen Dingyuan pocketed the money, yet he retained a shred of responsibility. At that moment, he stepped forward, blocking the doorway with anger flashing in his eyes.

Though a soldier, he acted even more lawlessly than a common hoodlum; while still in school, Yin Yi detested this breed of men the most.

The five scholars selected by the Hanlin Academy included luminaries whose reputations Zhong Nan had long admired, such as Fang Congzhe and Xiong Tingbi, as well as the newly minted top scholar of the year, Zhu Zifan, alongside Wang Lijun and Su Daqiang.

Nangong Lingyue knew that worrying and panicking now would serve no purpose; some matters simply had to be resolved. Consequently, she ultimately hurried off to find the child, Qin Mu.

"Did you not prepare an extra horse, or did no one else send a mount?" Fat Girl asked as she followed along, glancing at the man's retreating figure. She looked around to the left and right, where only the chirping of sparrows could be heard.

Even though Jian Wudao had persuaded him to make a move tonight, deep down he had not held much optimism for the endeavor. Yet now, the reality lay starkly before them.

That did not mean he had never contemplated intervening. Call himself what he would, he was still his disciple—would he truly stand by and watch him perish right before his eyes?

"Are you both alright?" Beads of sweat streamed down the Divine Doctor's face as he hurried to their side and asked with deep concern.

He had painstakingly cultivated even that tiny sliver of power; if he had to exhaust this fox life once more, how could he possibly go on?

Le Caiwei thought to herself: weren't all these things originally your responsibility to begin with? Dragging Yuanbao along was meant for a much more important task, yet the one accompanying her turned out to be Zongzheng Shu.

With those words, Le Caiwei produced a medicine vial and sprinkled some liquid over him. The scent of the liquid was rather pungent; Ah Mao found it peculiar, but refrained from asking any questions.