Chapter 37

An Jingxu hailed from the Flowing Cloud Sect, well-versed in the etiquette of banquets such as this. As for Xia Tianyu, he was the type who could adapt his words to suit any audience, an astute and persuasive conversationalist. By the end of the meal, several elders found themselves greatly impressed by both Jingxu and Tianyu, their younger counterparts.

Despite her anger, she could not set her worries aside. After returning to her room and brooding for a long while, she finally resolved to visit her family and seek out her ninth brother for information.

He could hardly believe his eyes. Qin Moyu even rubbed them forcefully: was it truly her? Had she really gone up on stage? How had he failed to notice?

Inside the wooden cabin stood six single beds, each one independent rather than bunked. Atop the beds were clothing and daily necessities, all provided by the academy for student use.

The Jade Emperor, deeply frustrated, began to speak. In the presence of his old friend the Emperor Donghua, he did not bother to maintain his imperial majesty, but instead launched into a ceaseless litany of complaints.

The message read: “Feifei, if you’re only doing this to spite me, deliberately choosing Beigong Yi to act with you in this charade, then you are sorely mistaken.”

Upon hearing the command, Xiong Er obediently stepped aside, allowing the staff to finally enter. They went straight to the dining hall to attend to their respective duties.

Li Sandou assigned the task to Ling Shuang. Having witnessed Ling Shuang’s dexterity, Li Sandou felt no concern that she would be unable to complete what he’d entrusted to her.

One by one, the layers of restrictions were broken, yet in the blink of an eye, even more sprang up to withstand and dissipate those three ferocious attacks.

At that moment, Sun Fei activated the silver needles, forcing the mixture of snake spirit grass fruit powder and pollen into Xu Jianlong’s body.

Holding the dagger, Junichi Miyazaki’s expression grew even more complicated. It was not just that Long Dawu's status made him untouchable, but he had brought many people with him, far too many for Junichi to handle. Helpless, he could only cast another pleading look at Ye Shanghan.

Afterwards, except for the first Supreme God who did not reveal his origins, the other eight either had their backgrounds already known to him, or else declared them openly.

After returning to his room from the hall, Lin Boyong stood at the entrance for a long time, sighing deeply, his heart filled with emotion. The third branch’s illegitimate son of the Lin family was truly no longer the youth he once was. Now, he had become the mainstay of the family. Unconsciously, even he himself had begun to follow his lead and heed his every word.

That time, Huang Wuji had thrown Shangxing Peak into utter chaos, making everyone reevaluate the true strength and heritage of Cangxing Peak. There might not have been many from Cangxing Peak, but none of them were easy to deal with.

“Hey, you beast, what have you done to them?” Just then, Riona’s voice suddenly rang out at the garden entrance.

Figures appeared one after another in midair. At the front were several warriors clad in heavy armor, led by a man dressed in gleaming silver armor.

Because of the super vegetable seeds Ye Shanghan had given Wang Xiaoya, Fu Yange’s gaze toward Ye Shanghan brimmed with excitement, as if there were countless words of gratitude he wanted to say. But being poor with words, all he could manage was a simple greeting.

“Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider? After all, this concerns the very survival of both your peoples.” Li Yu reminded them with a smile.

As she was speaking, the false Lou Zuo Ying suddenly stepped back two paces, raised her left hand and conjured a long bow of blood energy from the air, then immediately formed a long arrow in her right. She nocked it to the bowstring and drew it slowly, aiming straight at Lou Zuo Ying’s throat.

The comforted Yun’er felt much better, and the wary look she’d given Qiyue faded away. Instead, she plopped herself down at the edge of the kang as usual, silently working on her needlework.

“However! Since he did such a terrible thing and nearly cost you your life, there must be some accounting for it. Victor, don’t you agree?” Ye Zifeng pulled Zhou Qifa aside, crouched down, and patted Victor’s face, which was already pale with fright.

“I suppose Young Master Murong is overly anxious, working himself so hard that days and nights are reversed, and his diet suffers. Has your appetite been poor lately? And have you gradually lost your taste for wine?” Xue Muhua asked very seriously.

This was not a century ago. The military had dispatched helicopters to fully support Lu Hao’s operation.

These treasures were worth no less than thirty percent of the total, and perhaps even more. Thus, he had fulfilled his earlier promise.

Faced with Chen Chumo’s unending demands for intimacy, Xiao Xiao was utterly exhausted. After a week of forced closeness, she threatened to move out of the mansion unless she was allowed to return to the photography studio as a production assistant.

Now his younger brother wrote to tell him—his wife had searched his mother’s residence, all to seize a zither once used by the late Empress.

After more than a year of storms and tribulations, life seemed to have settled once again into a temporary calm.

Qu Yang could not help but sigh softly. He found the youth before him increasingly inscrutable.

As soon as the national team stepped out of the sports arena, they were surrounded by the reporters who had been waiting there. Cameras of every size were pointed not only at the more famous players, but even more so at Coach Zhu.

Yun Cheng had little impression of Yun Xiangrong, nor did he feel any particular affection, so he merely nodded slightly in return.

However, Lan Fu and the others were utterly overawed by the invisible aura that Tiansheng naturally exuded, and willingly obeyed his every command.

Diwu Mo gazed at Luo Wusheng with ambiguity, leaning in close to whisper in her ear. The warm breath made Luo Wusheng feel ticklish and she wanted to push Diwu Mo away, but just then Diwu Mo’s single word—“Mo-lang”—made her choke on her own saliva once again.

“You just can’t let go of your pride, that’s all. But your heart is as clear as crystal,” Mama Chi said with a smile.

Today, Cheng Yanzhong wore a suit with a beast-patterned texture, a pure black tie, and traditional dress shoes adorned with laces—a practical yet casual ensemble that highlighted his powerful presence and independent character.

With Zhang Yunze on the field, the Chinese team was a prideful lion on the African savannah; without him, they were nothing more than a toothless, sickly cat.