Volume One, Chapter 44: Secretary Li, May I Pursue You?

“I’m asking if you’re alright, if anyone bothered you at the inn tonight,” Yun Mu pressed, focusing on what mattered. People tended to be honest in dreams, so he decided not to log out yet—he’d clear things up first. After all, to uphold justice and repel evil—especially when confronting a demon like Liangzi—one needed a celestial’s help.

“I reached for my waist and found a green onion. I thought I’d already picked it up,” Qing Liuli replied with a mischievous grin.

A sudden surge of nameless fury erupted, as if this outburst had interrupted something crucial for Jiang Feng—something she didn’t yet understand. The anger rose uncontrollably within her.

“Sanctity, take down the domain of light,” Chen Ji commanded. As his words faded, the shimmering barrier of light gradually dissolved, tiny points of white drifting skyward in a scene of ethereal beauty.

Now, as America—and indeed the entire world—reeled in shock and panic from the stock market crash, Chen Xiaotang hoped to use his influence to tell those in distress that all things would pass, that happiness would return, and that, like cowboys, they must fearlessly persevere and fight on.

In the past, anyone who dared roar like that on the court would have been called a fool. But now—no one objected; the stunned crowd tacitly agreed with that oft-repeated saying: If you pose without skill, you’re just showing off; but if you have real strength, it’s called being amazing.

Mo Feng appeared like a ghost, materializing fifteen meters away from Old Ghost, his body entirely enveloped by an invisible shield.

Judging by the amount of drool, she didn’t just want to eat the Insect King—she wanted to swallow it whole.

Majestic, imposing, thick, with a rosy white glow—this pillar that soared to the heavens and rooted to the earth was, in essence, a defensive tower.

I knew that whatever he showed me must be of immense importance, and so I dared not be careless, studying it intently.

“Don’t cut it, Ling Xiquan. How did I never notice before—when you get jealous, you’re so adorable.” Lu Xining lowered his voice, his smile radiant.

Now it had finally learned I wasn’t to be trifled with, and immediately threatened me. Truthfully, I was already falling off, even without its threat, because when I bit down on its back, it started thrashing and shaking so wildly that I couldn’t hold on.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the sound of shuffling footsteps came from the other side—the boys were clearly preparing to leave.

In the evening, Xiao Zitian received a video request from Luo Xixi and only then remembered she’d forgotten to send her the photos from the school anniversary gala.

Once the caravan had filled their water tanks, they returned. Many travelers like Hanyu and her companions followed the merchant convoy. When they saw the Mingluo group hadn’t taken much water, they quickly imitated them.

She finally let out a breath of relief, but I immediately added, “However—” The word made her tense up all over again.

“Mo Shaonan, are you playing with me?” she demanded, eyebrows drawn together, her usually gentle expression now filled with indignation.

If one day, people found out what she had done to Han Baimao in that oily patch of grass, they’d probably wish never to have heard the name Lord Yan.

Fortunately, it was only the aftershock of energy that struck the Thirty-Six Heavenly Dou Seals. Had the terrifying power of the Heaven-Splitting Fist landed directly on the seal, the immense shock might not have killed them outright, but it would certainly have grievously injured Xiao Fengyun and the others—leaving them helpless for the next killing blow.

“What’s Yujie crying and making a scene about this time?” Xie Xiao asked. Hadn’t Xie Xiao just been released from prison? The second branch should be pleased now. As the saying goes, a little monetary loss averts disaster—there’s nothing more to say.

In short, neither of the two would yield to the other, but both were shameless enough to compare whose face was thicker. They even revisited the battlefield, on both sides of the Hot Springs Pass, and held detailed conversations with the captive Black Tiger.

Wind swept past her ears, blurring her vision; people hurried by in all directions, but she had no time to care who they were.

Mighty as the once-sealed universe was—how prosperous and glorious, with countless emperors standing tall, more than one or two supreme rulers, rivaling even the most ancient and powerful chaotic universes—yet in the end, it still fell to the ancient alien universe, whose invasion left the very fabric of heaven scarred.

Staring at the tightly closed door, her heart pounded, blood rushed to her head, and she felt faint.

Elsewhere, after Yu Wuming left, Vivian broke into silent laughter. She was in good spirits, settling back onto the bed and hugging the blanket to her chest, chuckling quietly as she thought: this flesh-toned bodysuit is truly something. With the curtains drawn in the morning light, it really does look like I’m not wearing anything at all.

At first, since the units lost at the start weren’t many, An Buzhi didn’t need to discard too many cards to summon new troops. Fewer discarded cards meant fewer draws, so the second wall came too late, losing its protective buffer. The few survivors from the opening were all but wiped out under the enemy chargers’ fierce assault.

Of course, as a commanding officer, Xu Huang didn’t actually have the authority to appoint them to official posts—he was simply recruiting these men to serve in the army.

“Alright, I’ll make the arrangements,” Hans said, turning to prepare rooms for Vivian and Yu Wuming.

At that moment, two martial artists of Earth rank appeared, conversing quietly with Lou Mingxuan. Had Lü Tianming been present, he would have recognized one of them as Ying Xiaotian, who bore him a grudge.

“You’ll see when you get there! I guarantee you’ll be stunned when you meet him!” Ji Han smiled, putting on an air of mystery.

The wind-up automaton, mid-flight, suddenly veered sharply toward Yasuo, knocking Prince Barrel aside along the way.

Next moment, Lü Tianming drew a deep breath, held it, shielded himself with spiritual energy, and leaped straight in.

Xuanyuan Che pressed on in pursuit of Murong Qingran, while his father sent people everywhere to search for her. Her brother’s whereabouts were unknown. Meanwhile, Beiming Hanxuan was about to set out for Beiming; once he returned, war would be inevitable.

Within the Ex Space, an identical card appeared on Dadi’s terminal.

Ning Shuangying had finally caught Uliuming at a disadvantage and meant to make the most of it. Watching him flatter her endlessly, she giggled, thoroughly enjoying herself, but still refused to give in.