Volume One, Chapter 21: Fool, My Girlfriend Is More Important

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It was infuriating for Huang Zhong to learn that such a precious treasure had been given by Chu Mo to a few people whose strength was as weak as fledglings. Qin Luoluo’s cheeks flushed even more as she listened, forcing an awkward smile, deeply embarrassed. At this moment, a kindly old Taoist appeared before Emperor Xuan. The elder nodded slightly to him before slowly recounting the entire situation. If heavier punishment was necessary, the matter would be submitted to the other halls for approval, and the condemned would be sent to hell for torment. Actually, half a month earlier, Bai Yun had told Wang Chao that she intended to leave for some time but did not disclose where she was going or what she planned to do. In the Black Dragon King’s mansion, Ming Yue took her leave from the assembled Dragon Gods early and returned to her chambers to rest. He glanced at the two men beside him; both nodded lightly, their eyes gleaming with approval. Zhao Liang also looked up and caught a glimpse of Li Juan’s retreating figure as she reached the bathroom door. “Alright,” Wu Bei said, looking at Chu Nan with a gaze markedly different from before, her eyes shining with spirit. “Let’s head in the direction of the bloodstains and see if we can find anything!” Ye Tian declared. “Retreat!” came a sharp command. Zhao Yun, leading his troops, bound Xu Chu and began to withdraw slowly. Zhang Xun wanted to rush forward to reclaim Xu Chu, but the army, intimidated by Zhao Yun’s imposing presence, dared not advance, forcing Zhang Xun to retreat with a sullen expression. Qing Mochu looked proudly at Mo Xuan, seemingly having nothing left to lose, though only she knew the blood dripping in her heart. Li Yunmu was momentarily stunned, puzzled by why the Ryukyu Emperor said the Shadow Demon King could not kill him.

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The ‘Yangyang Group’ didn’t even have a single IT professional; finding two computer repairmen was easy, but locating experts was very difficult. Since the day he encountered Chen Hongyu, Ye Wei had been in this state—silent, his pale face alone revealing his inner torment. Cheng Yun abruptly shifted his gaze, his expression growing solemn. He began to think it might be best not to share such matters with An Ruo. Unexpectedly, it slipped out, as if seeking someone to vent to. “This fate, you do not possess,” Liu Xie shook his head. Above him, the aura of destiny rose, pulling the destiny aura above Sima Yi’s head closer and closer to Liu Xie’s. Suddenly, a tremendous roar burst forth with a wave of heat—it was his soundwave detonating alongside a fireball. He kept comforting himself, staring long into the mirror. When nothing was amiss, An Ruo returned to her room. Moonlight trickled through the window, casting a faint glow that failed to illuminate the spot where An Ruo and Lu Ling embraced. Li Yue nodded after hearing this and headed outside the mansion. Yu Yang, seeing this, turned and walked indoors without much concern. Looking at Lan Xin before him, her eyes tightly shut and face ashen, Mo Xuan had just fed her his fresh blood but was uncertain how long it would suppress the deadly poison within her. Liu Yu was frantic, itching to confront Young Master Xuan himself, but Young Master Xuan never appeared. Those who fought were either Xin Yi, Lord Wang Qi, or even Si Ping. Even Jiang Yujiao shouted at the frontline, but neither Mu Qingcheng nor Young Master Xuan showed their faces. As the words fell, Xia Tianjie stepped onto the arena expressionless, his gaze coldly fixed on Bing Yue. The fairy bit her lip, struggling visibly, causing those watching to ache with sorrow. When Lou Mian pushed open the door, a faint cry of surprise immediately rang out, followed by a loud slap. Opposite, a figure concealed in shadow beyond the reach of fiber-optic light prevented Mo Xuan from discerning his features; only his voice revealed that he was a young man.

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After Chen Dongsheng was cremated, his ashes drifted skyward like clouds before falling like a shooting star onto the eastern lands of the Ancient Divine Realm. The mist coalesced into the shape of a man sitting with eyes closed; this man was Yu Yang. Fu Huan believed everyone was selfish in matters of the heart, hoping the other would think of them more, but Liu Ying seemed to have her own unique perspective on love and marriage. Along the journey, she did as she pleased, and the man before her braved all winds and storms, doing everything possible to protect her. Yu Yang nodded lightly, raised his long sword, and leapt forward. Ning Yuwang immediately conjured several ice walls to block his path, but Yu Yang struck fiercely, cleaving through the three walls in an instant. The candid words of the two experts brought Liang Qiushi a piercing sense of despair yet also a strange relief. Today was the market day in Jianglin Town and the surrounding hundred miles. The streets bustled more than usual, filled with villagers from the countryside buying household goods and traders traveling from various villages with the market crowd. Whoever killed the last opponent would claim dominion over the Divine Demon Star Domain—there would be no mercy. “Nothing much, the shopkeeper’s best wine must have all been drunk by you,” Sun Fujia said, carefully steering the conversation away from his true thoughts. Lin Jingyi smiled again, looking at these two exceedingly ordinary fellows with newfound appreciation. After greeting them, he donned his coat, left the base, and drove back to the Tang residence.