Volume One, Chapter 44: On the Handsome Man’s Path to Fortune

Although this so-called professor was quite renowned in the field of chemistry, his real name was merely Chen Yizhong. He had originally been nothing more than a high school chemistry teacher. No one knew what he went through later, but after just a few years, he became a celebrated professor in the discipline.

I tried desperately to pinch her hand so she would let go, but her grip only grew stronger. My face flushed blue in an instant. “Ugh, you… cough, you—” To my horror, I found myself unable to speak, her hand tightening around my neck again.

Truth be told, Zheng Yuqing didn’t dislike flattery, nor did she mind hearing others praise her. But words so obviously intended to butter her up—well, it was just a bit too much, wasn’t it?

This matter was even more serious than tearing the sky asunder. It could only be reported to Li Longji. Yet he forced the fire chief to speak openly, and if Li Longji decided to blame him, could he survive it?

The battlefield shifted to the lawn and garden. Qin Yi arranged a few lounge chairs and sat idly with Susan and Rachel, basking in the sunlight. Meanwhile, Chloe and the others continued searching for Easter eggs.

Both she and he knew. After returning to the modern era, they had only spent the night together on the evening of their engagement. The rest of the time, he was either busy divesting Ying’s shares in Hong Kong or traveling back and forth to organize their engagement and wedding.

He was a powerhouse from the ancient era, having survived for more than a hundred thousand years. Ding Yan’s cultivation, not even a fraction of his, was naturally beneath his notice. Moreover, the Demon Emperor cultivated the path of kingship; in the eyes of a monarch, all under heaven were but ants.

However, the aura released by Yuan Futong had clearly startled many. While the Golden Core cultivators might not sense it, the Nascent Soul cultivators within the city reacted quickly. By the time Yuan Futong was ready to enter, two Nascent Soul cultivators awaited above Mingyu City.

“You’re right. Though there are many theories, matters of faith aren’t something you can comprehend at your current stage,” the Holy Son nodded, speaking calmly.

Yet this arena was several hundred meters above the sea. Saving someone from there was impossible. As the minutes ticked by, Warm Brother grew increasingly anxious. If the match began while he was still here, it was uncertain whether he could even participate.

I turned around and laughed as well. The bracelet taken from the ancient tomb—Su Yan dared wear it on her wrist, truly fearless of its sinister aura.

Gu Ye stepped out of the space as the sun rose in the east. The ancient city bathed in golden light, and the armies were shrouded in a glow. The atmosphere of grim tension seemed to dissipate somewhat.

The four figures high above finally looked down at Xia Fan, expecting him to say something calmly, perhaps to direct the world with composure.

Countless enthusiastic players gripped their long fishing lines and began to tug with all their might. Fortunately, the lines were set by the system to be unbreakable; otherwise, with the current force, even a skyscraper might be pulled down.

After spending the night with Wei Qingqing, like a flower battered by wind and rain, Ming Ye appeared refreshed and radiant.

I wanted to return to see whether the great mushrooms and the black jade dragon had entered the place I had imagined.

Chu Ze began to feel puzzled. In the past, this move was most effective against the half-blood demons; the devouring power within his abilities combined with demonic energy could absorb their magic. But today, it seemed to fail.

Wang Chenli was unusually obedient at the moment. Normally, if Gu Qianxi dared tell her to “go back,” she would have retorted with a few curses.

“Moon Full? Why are you here… Dad? Second Brother, Third Brother! Didn’t you return to East Spirit? How can you…” Gu Ye’s mouth hung open. She hadn’t expected to see her father and brothers in Forest Nation—it was such a surprise!

Hovering a meter above his head were three miniature flying devices, utterly silent.

“No, Second Uncle, I’m really not hungry. I just haven’t seen Second Aunt in so long, I’ve missed her dearly,” Wang Fan explained.

Xinkan’s martial arts were formidable, but he hadn’t brought a sword, so he could only use his bare hands to spar fiercely with Shangguan Yun.

Shangguan Yun felt a sudden insight. He drew his sword and began practicing his sword technique right in the street. After a few moves, he found the transitions much easier, the flow between techniques smooth and unhindered. Overjoyed, he wielded the Crimson Blood Sword, casting a swirl of black sword shadows. Lost in practice, he soon entered a state of utter self-forgetfulness.

Long ago, both Kida and Instructor Lily lost their beloved possessions—one a necklace, the other a wallet.

Suddenly, the ground shook, and a rumbling sound echoed. Around the altar, several black holes burst open, and towering stone pillars thrust forth from the darkness.

At this moment, Luo Ye’s brow furrowed deeply, a fierce glint in his eyes. When he looked at Zi Han, he saw boundless arrogance—the youth before him possessed a nearly blind confidence, paying him no heed. Yet, for an instant, Luo Ye found himself wavering, almost believing his words.

“Wretched beast!” The Holy King sneered coldly, drawing the massive blade from his back. The blade’s radiance filled the sky, enveloping all directions. The final heavenly blade stood a hundred meters tall, cleaving directly toward the shadow.

The nine-headed firebird let out an ear-piercing screech, spreading its wings and striking at Feng Lianjiang. His face tightened; he rolled across the ground, narrowly dodging. The firebird swooped past, all nine heads spewing blazing flames in unison.