Volume One, Chapter 22: The Art of Conversation

With the system in hand, Yun Hao now possessed knowledge of every virtual beast’s weakness, which he could use to his advantage. In his eyes, Yun Hao was capable of nothing more than this, so it was time for him to employ his own move.

Xia Hongzhuang had long since reached the seventh rank, and could break through to the sixth at any moment. She summoned her life spirit—a rabbit that appeared adorable, but was a formidable force, matching its master in cultivation. Against her enemies, it dispatched them with a single kick, bouncing nimbly about.

Seeing the two of them leave, Gu Yunxin glanced at Yun Hao and Xu Xue, spoke a few brief words, then turned and headed to her bedroom. Unfortunately, believing he had explained the situation clearly, he did not realize that Xia Hongzhuang was still angry. There was nothing more to say, and lingering would do no good.

“No, of course not,” Wei Jie replied in a panic to Xu Keke, having no idea why she would say such a thing.

“If something like this happens to him again, can the blood of a family member save him?” Xue Nan pressed further.

There was no sense of pity, only the raw reality that left one at a loss for words. Thankfully, there were plenty of wild fruits to eat. My brother taught me to absorb spiritual energy every day, and that was my greatest joy. After drawing in the energy, I felt as light as a swallow, and gained a host of new abilities.

He found cigarettes to be quite a good thing, especially when waiting for others. Lighting one up dispelled the boredom.

“With the intelligence your family possesses, I’m sure you know what has happened. I hope that from here on, you will not interfere,” the man said, his tone leaving no room for refusal.

Although the demon incident had been clarified, t-ara’s reputation in South Korea had plummeted to the very bottom.

Otherwise, how could an ordinary 4S car sales consultant have the authority to offer a discount of over ten thousand yuan?

“Second Brother, this is Mrs. Chen’s specialty—your favorite American style,” she said. But calling it American style was a stretch; it tasted entirely of herbal medicine.

A quarter of an hour later, the middle-aged man on the dueling platform droned on for a bit, then called today’s competitors to the stage.

Previously, Jiao Xiuyun’s actions had made her difficult to like; now, they had become genuinely off-putting.

Although Ye Yan was a shareholder and the company’s mainstay, he rarely set foot in the office.

Even when playing competitive games, the mere sight of his sister on the opposing team would cause his defenses to crumble before the match even began—defeated without a fight.

That smile was like the one in "Fight Back to School," at the school gate—unparalleled in its dazzling brilliance.

Chu Xun naturally knew what her fourth brother liked. She smiled, “All right, let’s go in and eat something. Fourth Brother, I haven’t eaten all night.” She clutched her stomach, which had been rumbling for some time.

Alexander had no idea whether Lisana’s recent odd behavior was due to family matters or something else. But since she wasn’t in the best state, the second prince was uneasy about sending her out on such a dangerous mission.

But Ding Yi, now determined to bring out Emperor Ying within two years, had no patience left for pretense or subterfuge.

Such earth-shattering achievements in so short a span seemed to pass in the blink of an eye—enough to leave any genius in the world shamed and self-doubting.

Xiong Ti appeared not to move, but in an instant, he was before the assassin leader, stabbing directly at his throat. This was no feint, but a true attack. He wanted to see if his opponent was truly as fearsome as rumored—would he throw his life away as well?

The name surfaced in his mind, and Yang Yuchen sighed softly, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes.

Amid the faint mist and rain, a graceful silhouette could be glimpsed. Her movements were ethereal, as if she were a fairy untouched by dust, impervious to wind or rain—like a spirit descending from the realm of immortals.

Night Maple was almost certain this was the moment when the Underworld General was most relaxed. The joy of vanquishing a powerful foe and the eagerness to seize the prize would have dulled his vigilance to its lowest ebb.

On the football field, a few precise counterattacks could be terrifying. And every time Liu Hao got the ball, his passes were so deadly that the smallest lapse could result in an assist.

This was the most heartening thing: everyone at Sakura Villa had not forgotten Ibuki Fuko.

“Did you understand?” Chu Yang gestured lightly, sending the wooden man flying before Zhou Xingyu, and then his voice rang out.

Dong Yun nestled beside Dong Ru, pestering her to listen to the baby growing inside her. The entire family was filled with joy.

Ao Xue shook her head. Xu Huinan pulled her closer before taking her to find the car.

Off to the side, Wen Yong sighed. He had wanted to go over and comfort Wu Baoan, but had no idea where to begin.

The two of them waited patiently. Shi Guangwei managed better; he was more composed than Xiao Wen, who felt a surge of pent-up frustration he could not suppress.

The steward left with a cold snort and a flick of his sleeve. As the chief steward of the entire Wei household, if things were not handled well and the servants were out of control, he would be punished. So he had to make a show of authority.

I wanted to say something more, but everyone’s spirits were high. If I spoke up, I’d become the target of everyone’s ire—a coward, making things worse.

“Xu Huinan, you know, you’re not the first to say that to my sister,” Ao Jun said with a smile.

Although Lord Wang had been persuaded by Master He, his expression remained grave and tense, clearly still weighing the matter and at a loss for an answer.

“I understand. I’ve done the same thing, haha. But I don’t have any extra clothes. Find someone with a storage ring and ask them,” the thin young man suggested to Xiao Wen.

Plum Blossom Ace whispered into Linlin’s ear, but Linlin had erected a barrier, ensuring even Sister Rou’er’s extrasensory abilities couldn’t pick up their conversation.

“Thank you, Uncle!” For the gluttonous Chu Qi Nuo, nothing was more blissful than having something to eat.

“So you’re just losing your temper with me for no reason, is that it?” His sharply contoured, handsome face was taut, his gaze fierce.