Volume 1, Chapter 32: Liu Mengjie's Dream

Wuju could hardly believe it; this meant the three of them had joined the Xuanling Sect. The process of joining seemed far too simple, yet the nature of this relationship remained unclear.

Chen Xi, perhaps not expecting anyone at home, had left the lights off in the living room. Furthermore, Qinghuan usually worked late, so she hadn't anticipated her arriving home at this hour. Startled by the sound of her voice, Chen Xi involuntarily took two steps back.

"Heh, heh, heh... You are such a fool. You possess the ability to hear our voices and you don't even know it. You deserve to be toyed with."

"You are actually a Titled Douluo, and with such a top-tier spirit ring configuration!" Qian Renxue exclaimed.

Tang Hao nodded. Titan looked at Chen Qu with astonishment, clearly unable to believe this was true, but thinking that Tang Hao had no reason to lie to him, he accepted it as fact.

The Void Bird before him told Wuju directly that he had lost, demanding that he hand over the bet—the stone.

He paused, his gaze lingering on the iris flag fluttering amidst the elf troop, a flicker of realization crossing his face.

But since he had nothing better to do, he decided to study it slowly while the game department was still being established.

Miss Ning suddenly looked up at Qinghuan, momentarily at a loss for words. She turned her head toward the window, took a deep breath, and fell silent.

"Miss the sun?" Yaya was stunned, then realized what was meant and slapped Mao Yi on the shoulder, laughing despite herself.

"Of course I miss it. If it were Yihan, we would certainly win; our popularity alone would surpass theirs. It couldn't really be Yihan, could it? But that’s impossible; Yihan is still in China right now," Park Myung-soo said with a smile.

Of course, there are different types of teachers on the podium; a weathered, elderly professor is quite different from a dashing, young teacher.

What truly excited Wen Yuan was the information it conveyed. Fire-ganoderma tasted sweet with a hint of sourness; it was crisp and delicious, and the favorite fruit of the Earth-burrowing Armadillo. Wherever the fire-ganoderma fruit existed, Earth-burrowing Beasts were sure to be found.

"You wicked ghost, I shall send you back to hell this instant! Behold my Ghost-Exorcism Talisman!" Tian Bai grabbed the talisman, intending to slap it onto the spirit.

This remark was like adding fuel to the fire. Xi Jingpeng swung his fist at Luo Yichen. Luo Yichen dodged his head and reached out to grab Xi Jingpeng. He yanked Xi Jingpeng’s arm from behind and pinned his shoulder. Despite his desperate struggles, Xi Jingpeng could not move.

"It’s fine, we’ve practiced enough; recording directly shouldn't be a problem," Park Myung-soo said, brimming with confidence.

"That's how it is. These past few days have been truly embarrassing for us. Honestly, let alone Yanfeng, even I wouldn't want to bring it up if you hadn't kept asking," Lu Hao concluded.

Huangfu Ye waved his hand, growing impatient. However, how did they know Xuan'er?

Tang Jinteng gripped her chin, feeling at a loss with her. It was now impossible for him to make her follow his wishes.

Thus, that very day, in front of Wen Yuan, Wen Lie personally crippled the cultivation of Wen Xiehong and his son. He then issued a series of orders, the general gist of which was for them to stay within the Wen family compound from then on, well-fed and well-provided for by the family, but strictly forbidden from causing any more trouble.

Now that the restaurant owner held the rank of Senior Colonel in the military back home, he could be respectful toward Su Junsheng. Su Junsheng had no objections; if you respect me an inch, I will respect you a foot. If you don't respect me, don't blame me for ignoring you.

As the water sprites within the Hydro-therapy spell brushed over Adam’s body, inside and out, his body temperature slowly lowered, and his soul tended toward stability and peace.

During the month when everyone was setting up the formation, Yue Xuan felt the pressure of being besieged diminish significantly. Aside from the constant "flies" buzzing around her, there was no real combat. Yue Xuan took this opportunity to recuperate well, successfully healing most of the internal injuries she had sustained over the past year.

Every moment, dozens or even hundreds of human powerhouses plummeted from the sky. Gradually, Biyi Peak was stained red with blood.

She believed that the reason she didn't look as beautiful as Lin Lingxue in the dress was simply a matter of color; if only she could wear that light cyan dress, she too could be stunning.

A massive draconic pressure bore down upon them. Had the Dharma Ancestor Luokai'er not intervened, many gods would have perished instantly under the Heavenly Dragon's might.

"I told you to stop, are you deaf?" Meng Qianzhen’s expression was icy. His low, deep voice seemed to emanate from the Nine Netherworlds, sending a chill through everyone’s hearts.

Long Guanhuang stared at Chu Tianxing for a moment before shaking his head: "It is unnecessary. I cannot afford to gamble. Even if you are merely feigning composure, I accept it."

For the Council, this was simple; they only needed to add a few circuits to the existing template and make minor modifications to the core power furnace.

"We’re going too." You Mao Xiang grabbed Fairy Xueye and dashed to the front as well. She was suppressing her laughter; it was rare to see the Sword Immortal in such an awkward state. Laughing at him now might lead to unpredictable, potentially dangerous consequences.

Ji frowned imperceptibly at Long Yizhe, who was dressed in golden-yellow robes. 'Damn it! Isn't this the guy from yesterday...' I never expected it would be him. Where did his beard go?

"Grandmother, unless absolutely necessary, I will not escalate the conflict with Rong Yalan too far. All she wants is the Rong Corporation, and I can give it to her, provided she doesn't squander the legacy Grandfather left behind. To me, the wealth of the Rong Corporation is not important," Rong Xiaoyu said, leaning back in his chair and speaking his true thoughts.

"Who she is, the Third Prince should be well aware," Chu Nanxuan said, unable to suppress the anger in his heart.

Jun Jingxuan had been left aside for quite a while. Seeing Qinghe chatting enthusiastically with Su Mingzhe and the others while ignoring him entirely, he couldn't help but regret bringing his three "useless" friends along. Seeing that Qinghe was finally free, he feigned a desire to learn the abacus, hoping to capture her attention.

"Good. I truly cannot wait to see the look on the faces of the Xue family when they receive the photos!" Rong Xiaoyu sneered. The Xue family would soon be too overwhelmed to take care of themselves; how could they continue to collude with Ouyang Xieyi then?