Volume 1, Chapter 43: The Madman

He Qianqian reached out toward Wen Li with a feigned gesture, a malicious smile playing on her lips, though it was unclear whether she was playing a prank or intentionally trying to intimidate her.

"Boring."

Wen Li couldn't be bothered to engage with her and turned to leave.

Feiyue nodded. Although she was anxious to find Zhang Long, since Hesui wouldn't say anything, she dared not ask further for the moment. The previous events had already made her wary of the demon spirits.

The lopsided battle underwent a dramatic reversal. Lin Xiang grew steadily stronger, fighting back with courage and carving out a path to survival. As the battle shifted, so did his dantian; the bean-sized origin energy pellet grew increasingly pure, gradually turning semi-crystalline, becoming translucent, remarkably pure, and dazzling to the eye.

If it were Lin En himself, he would certainly feel guilty. Living off others without contributing, while comfortable, is always an unsettling way to exist.

Watching the groping hand reach toward her, Qin Qingwu didn't even glance at it. She merely gave Lin Xiang a faint look, then fell silent, making no move to block him, as if she had been swayed by his "generous" conditions.

The scene inside the cave suddenly became clear; a person lay on the ground, dressed in dark blue robes with hidden patterns, their hair disheveled.

"You won't step on them now." An Honghan tossed away the shredded fabric in his hand and pulled Xi Xizhi toward the exit.

His soaring fighting spirit continued to rise, becoming increasingly terrifying. It surged into the sky, turning the intangible into something solid, and a vast aura permeated the void. Everyone sensed this terrifying pressure and could not help but turn their gaze toward Han Tianyu on the stage.

Xi Xizhi was greatly startled, watching as the sky, which had been bright just a moment before, was instantly covered by dark clouds.

Mu Chanjuan heard it clearly this time and realized she hadn't misheard. Her movements faltered, and she slowly turned around. Under the plum tree at the courtyard gate, Mu Lingluo stood in her exquisite finery, so dazzling it was breathtaking.

It was finally happening. Mingzhu’s heart skipped a beat, and she decided to remain unmoved and see what he would say.

The others also raised their glasses in response, and for a time, cups clinked amidst a lively atmosphere. Qiao Yunshu smiled as she toasted with everyone and sipped the wine, though she felt a sense of melancholy in her heart.

Seeing that Danyun showed no surprise at the sight of her, Su Qingwan guessed that she must have received news and come to catch them in the act.

Although she had always been fond of beautiful and lovely things, she simply could not bring herself to like Wen Yan.

Qiao Yunshu closed her eyes, and tears finally slid down. She felt as if her heart were being pricked by cold needles, the pain so sharp she could not breathe.

Bai Yan pulled the "thing" that had drifted away while he was talking back into place and, feeling utterly exhausted, dragged it out of the dining room.

It was an ironclad fact that Aunt Liu was from the Eastern Yi Kingdom, but whether she was truly the orphaned daughter of General Liu remained to be seen.

After hanging up, I didn't remain idle. I hailed a taxi and searched hotel by hotel and street corner by street corner. There weren't many people in Hong Kong who could afford a BMW 7 Series, so it wasn't actually that difficult to find.

Was it because she discovered that the values of disgust and affection were controlled by that system of hers, and she no longer wanted to pursue him?

That made even less sense. If those two had run away, Liu Hui would certainly have contacted Jiang Suisui immediately; why would Jiang Suisui be foolish enough to call me here?

Madam He lowered her head and was about to sign her name when the door to the conference room was suddenly pushed open.

"I have—mmph!" The Black Dragon Ao Guang was about to speak, but another dragon prodigy beside him covered its mouth, preventing it from speaking, and issued a stern warning.

Swish! The ten figures of Ming Changgong merged into one. After merging, Ming Changgong’s face turned pale, and his inner power was nearly depleted; it seemed this technique could not be maintained for long and was extremely taxing.