Volume One, Chapter 35: Chuchu, Why Did You Hit Me?

"Alright, alright, I'll call right away!" The man nodded frantically, terrified that Feng Yizhou might actually kill him in a fit of rage.

He closed his eyes and, straining his voice, let out a series of moans so embarrassing that one’s face would flush and heart race.

Du Hua reconsidered—this was impossible. The Diamond Fist was one of the seventy-two supreme techniques of Shaolin, forbidden to anyone outside the Dharma Hall, let alone an outsider from the Valley of Beasts.

Yang Hao, his words thick with sarcasm, seemed to praise Xiao Feng but was in fact mocking Qin Kexin’s poor taste—how could she choose a useless man like you for a boyfriend?

Perhaps this was Gao Xue’s true character after all; her cold demeanor was but a mask she wore to fend off those she disliked.

Vast currents of vital energy surged from every direction, so violent as to be unimaginable, pouring into Xiang Hao’s body.

A blurry figure appeared, faintly discernible as an old man clad in a white robe, yet his features were impossible to make out.

The Fire Wolf was not on Arena Five; if Old Zhu wanted a life-or-death battle with him, he’d have to finish all the elimination rounds first.

Shi Jingtian washed his socks, scrubbing them with soap. He wrung them out, set them on the lid of a vat, picked up the basin, and poured the dirty water onto the ground before the yard’s trench. After that, he rinsed the basin for Yaosuan.

“Hey, buddy, are you out of your mind? You want to set up a stall and practice medicine? Was your head caught in a door or something?” Lin Shang said.

On receiving the command, the treasure-hunting mechanical mouse’s eyes flashed red. It bared its teeth, waved its claws, and lashed its tail.

The tangible yet insubstantial Vermilion Bird was ablaze with its true fire, burning away all space around it. As a palm struck out, the Vermilion Bird, carrying flames capable of incinerating the heavens, dove downward, meeting the hundred-foot dragon shadow head-on.

Du Fei’s gaze kept drifting toward Yang Fei in the distance. At this moment, besides the intense anger on Yang Fei’s face, a faint, sinister smile lingered at the corner of his mouth.

Yet the laws of the world governed all; realms were forbidden from interfering with one another, lest they suffer the retribution of the Way. If the Chaos Ice Demon and Skull Demon King came from a higher world, how could they act with such impunity in the mortal realm?

“Let me do it. You’re only wasting time this way,” said the same arrogant voice as before.

Lin Yi’s every word rang out with conviction, as if possessed by a god—each sentence resounded, striking the soul.

If it truly came down to a life for a life, no matter what, Tang Ning could never accept such an outcome.

“Cut, cut, cut!” an emotionless voice reverberated through the void. Beneath the finger of All Living Things, a faint shadow suddenly split into five. Five fully-formed figures appeared beneath that finger: the second prince, the bearded man, the bearded man’s son, a common youth who lost his mother, and a boy murdered by his own brother.

Lin Yi’s expression was calm as he glanced at Feng Wuqi. He had heard of the name before—a direct scion of the Feng family, and likewise a candidate for the position of Holy Son.

After that voice rang out, everyone nearby hurriedly distanced themselves, casting him looks of pity.

“You’re saying this is real silk?” I was skeptical and reached out to touch the quilt—sure enough, it was cool to the touch.

In all his years as a steward, he had never encountered a customer like Zhang Kuang, who demanded an itemized list the moment he opened his mouth.

Then, upon seeing her face, it felt only natural to suspect she was connected to the Chu family.

How could she want to acquire a bankrupt company—one whose projects were all imitations of others, sued into insolvency? She wanted to buy it anyway. Who knows what she was thinking? There was no way this could create any value.