Volume 1, Chapter 35: Cat and Mouse

Great powers are obsessed with saving face. Once the fires of war are ignited, who is willing to bow their head? Who cares about the original cause anymore? Unless a clear victor is determined, there will be no end to the bloodshed.

The arrow was coated in venom, but she now possessed an immune constitution; there was no need to worry about being poisoned.

Confined to her quarters, Shen Yanran turned green with envy upon hearing the news, so enraged that she nearly tore the Buddhist scriptures that Lan’er had been transcribing for her.

"Vice Principal!" Luo Jiuhong grew anxious. The Vice Principal cast him a sidelong glance, and Director Pan hurriedly held him back.

However, Lu Ye harbored a private motive. The antidote was one thing, but the other was to see whether the Demon Emperor was truly good or evil. If she were a good person, saving that woman's life might lead to a friendship and potentially provide a powerful backer in the future. If she were a villain, and truly intended to invade the Great Wilderness as rumors suggested, he could not stand idly by under any circumstances.

Qu Wan had few fans, and naturally, she could not win an argument. She simply watched the drama unfold in silence, preoccupied with admiring the beautiful woman, with no time to spare for the barrage of comments—after all, she had grown accustomed to the abuse.

Aside from the Heavenly Dao, he could not imagine anyone else possessing such power.

Cold sweat poured down his face. He had indeed acquired some money over the years, but how could this lawyer know the exact figure of twelve million?

With bright eyes and pearly teeth, her skin as smooth as congealed fat, she resembled a fairy untainted by the mortal world. Even a glance from her autumn-water eyes toward the lake seemed enough to mesmerize the water, causing it to ripple in response.

Everyone secretly admired Yu Zhen’s profound wisdom. Fang Wu, in particular, had not expected this young man in his twenties to possess such depth and cunning; he saw through things far more clearly than he himself did.

In the annals of history, many cultivation geniuses from humble, grassroots origins often vanished without a trace shortly after their brief, brilliant displays of talent, never to be seen again.

Therefore, while the high-ranking officials of the Primal Demon Realm and the Allied Forces had not slacked off, Qin Muling believed that unless they had absolute certainty, the higher-ups in the Heavenly Realm would not send more people to their deaths.

As the sensation of pulling at his magical power emerged, Li Fei responded, channeling the magic within his body into the zither.

***

Let her work at the Jian family’s company? Jian Yu truly had the nerve to say that. It was a miracle she hadn't tried to kill him.

"Understood." The guards nodded, their faces pale, their gazes toward Li Xiuran filled with a newfound sense of awe.

The three of them hurried along, rushing with all their might, and finally reached the vicinity of Zhao Dalin's house before the downpour began.

"Hmph, who wants to overstay their welcome? Even if you begged me, I wouldn't come!" Madam Li, embarrassed and angry, flicked her sleeve and turned to leave.

He had no desire to be wiped out by monsters on his very first day in this world, before even qualifying for the mecha pilot selection.

"Don't let me hear you praising other men in my presence again." Luo Yu’s gaze was profound. He rested his chin on her shoulder, his warm breath accompanying the domineering declaration as it washed over her.

He wondered if the technique was easy to master... Li Xiuran’s expression showed anticipation. Just as he was about to study it closely, his peripheral vision caught sight of the assassin, and he suddenly froze.

As the second proprietor, Liu Shu not only arrived late, but upon arrival, he immediately began nitpicking at Tong Shuangxi.

Giving chase all the way, Mu Yunyi exerted every ounce of her strength to capture the rabbit jumping in the distance.

Whether by relying on a tenacious will, a robust physique, or the chaotic energy that had now become an inseparable part of his being.

Just as they were discussing the youth on the ground, the red aura in the sky shifted once more.

The Saint Spirit God King and the Tianmang God King’s act of dragging Wei Cheng into the fray infuriated Wei Long; they would surely suffer greatly for it.

With a sharp crack of the gavel, the members of the Tong family shivered in unison, all lowering their heads, not daring to let out a breath.

***

However, when Mu Yunyi looked at a bird flying across the sky, she dismissed that thought. The bird, which had been flying smoothly, suddenly seemed to strike something. Yet, being clever, it flapped its wings and flew higher, continuing on its way.

Someone looked at him with a strange expression, their eyes full of doubt. What kind of nonsense was this guy spouting?

But everyone recalled, without exception, his usual conduct on the battlefield—ruthless, iron-fisted, and showing no mercy to his enemies.

Tong Zhangjia and Madam Zhu looked at the remaining two bags of grain. Though their hearts ached, they dared not say anything. Tong Shuangmen had already stated that the land in front of the house and the grain on the ground were to be divided among the four of them. Since the two families were no longer living together, these items naturally had to be split into two portions.

Every object in this room, though inanimate, had become a part of old Ye Yi’s life, and he had developed a deep affection for them.

They were both unfortunate and lucky. By comparison, death was their greatest misfortune—to suffer such an unexpected disaster. Their only shred of luck was perhaps that they knew nothing at the moment of death, feeling not even a flicker of pain, perishing in a mere instant.

"Bastard..." Fucang Zhengren watched Guo Zhanlong strike toward him, his eyes burning with nearly visible rage.

The Wu soldiers erupted in excitement, howling as they pursued Zhang Liao. From time to time, they loosed arrows, leaving Zhang Liao in a sorry state. Despite his desperate efforts to block and evade, many were struck. In contrast, the casualties among the Wu army were negligible.

One by one, the figures in black kicked open the doors of the post house or vaulted over the walls, charging toward the room where Yun Ting resided in the blood-red night. The blades in their hands, gleaming with cold light under the gloomy, obscured moonlight, remained as frigid and sharp as ever.

The atmosphere suddenly livened up; the sorrow of recent years was largely dispelled by the birth of the child.

While looting the cave of the three-headed rhinoceros demons, Old Zhu had obtained a large pile of items, which he had left in his celestial domain, forgotten. It was only when he pondered a gift for Yelang that he remembered them.