Volume One, Chapter 65: President Feng, Can You Show Some Maturity?

Li Ruochu had been busy in the kitchen for quite some time. At last, she emerged with several dishes, each a feast for the senses, her steps light and cheerful as she left the kitchen.

The Sect Leader of the Flowing Cloud Sect, Qu Feiyan, was one of the rare women Qin Yi had known in the underworld. Now, with her sect mired in dire straits, it was the perfect moment for rescue.

“If physics doesn’t work, then let’s try magic. Isn’t that a simple enough solution? Pfft.” This time, as he Shadow-Stepped behind his opponent, he finally felt a sense of reality. “Splat.” Dragon claws extended, both talons imbued with magical energy, slashing out and tearing a strip of skin from the ghostly dragon.

But by now, the stones hurtling through the air were more violent than a rainstorm. Sun Changxi, pummeled relentlessly, cried out in pain, convinced that Shen Nianyi was deliberately refusing to help him and cursed him loudly from below.

“No one can survive beneath the Sixfold Demon Light unless they are a saint,” another elder muttered in disbelief.

“It’s coming!” As the space around them quaked, Zi’s voice rang out, her expression turning grave.

Forgive me if this sounds improper, but perhaps the better question is: how is it that after all this time, he’s still not dead?

In response, Sword Without End, the other elders, and dozens of disciples all wore the desperate look of those ready to stake everything on one final fight.

They saw Lin Feng sitting serenely at the dining table, his expression calm. Instead of rushing to protect Long Jiayi, he quietly picked up a napkin from the table and rolled it into a ball.

Chen Fei was a seasoned old fox; like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, he cared little for what Li Ji thought of him.

“Zhang Fan, where’s that perfect spot you reserved for me? Take me there,” Chen Wuji said to Fu Zhennan with a slight smile. “See? I’m going all out tonight and have booked the best seats.”

“Follow me,” Daoist Wei beckoned. He seemed intimately familiar with Ru Prefecture City, winding his way through the alleys.

Last time was merely a warning. If they refused to repent, Ge Dalong would make sure they suffered for it.

This single mid-grade spirit stone was worth ten thousand low-grade stones; a high-grade one was worth ten thousand mid-grade stones.

“Heh heh!” Ge Dalong, knowing he couldn’t afford to provoke Guan Madman, slunk aside with an awkward chuckle. A wise man knows when to yield.

Qing Huan twirled a segment of bamboo in her hand. If not for the word “Treasure” inscribed on it, she’d never have brought it back. She had no idea what treasure it contained, but clearly it was like those chests—containers for precious things.

Marquis Wanshan’s interest was piqued. He strode up to the third green cauldron, stamped his foot, and sent it flying into the air, catching it firmly in one hand. With the cauldron balanced, he cast a provocative look at Ye Tian.

Within me, there is only one thought: I have already lost Zhou Yi, whom I loved with my life—I cannot afford to lose Xu Wanqiu as well.

I don’t want to be threatened either. She made it clear she wouldn’t kill me, but she could still take a chunk of flesh.

Then Old Fifth went to pat down the guards. None of them carried those pills, so he reasoned the pills must be under special watch and stayed to wait.

Rock, meanwhile, couldn’t understand why everyone was looking at the old Daoist. Just as he was about to conjure a vehicle for the group, the old Daoist made his move.

But not long after, Luo Yiran returned to the Luo family. Those things had just been left lying around, so when Chen Jinxi saw them today, she asked Nanny Wang to make them into stew.

Gu Mian speared a piece of steak and placed it in her mouth. The savory juices burst across her tongue, and she sighed with satisfaction. It had been so long since she’d felt this carefree.