Volume One, Chapter 57: The Joy of Beasts Is Beyond Your Imagination

Jiang Ning returned home to find the deep-colored front door defaced with an atrocious “Get Out” sprayed in white paint. Lu Cheng patted her shoulder, saying, “Go rest, I’ll handle this.” With heavy eyelids, Jiang Ning nodded and retreated to the master bedroom to lie down. Though exhaustion weighed on her, her eyes dry and aching, she could not fall asleep.

Seeing Su Shi’s pain-stricken face, Fu Moyuan’s heart softened and he relented a little, placing a white stone where it should not have gone. Qin Shen was unsurprised that Qioni had followed him—such vigilance was the basic professionalism expected from a capable shadow guard.

The Xia sisters, though lacking Han Linyun’s voluptuousness, possessed the allure of youth; each was a natural clothes hanger. Even in winter dresses—or draped in nothing but burlap—they looked stunning.

Upon hearing the command, the husky barked twice and then charged straight at the intruder who was rolling about on the ground. Jiang Fan screamed himself hoarse, his face contorted with rage, appearing truly terrifying.

Looking in the mirror at her unimpressive reflection, Zhuoma instantly fell in love with her new makeup. Qin Feng merely held the position of vice president, utterly powerless—no one would heed him.

The decision stunned both the Eastern and Western Palaces. Consort Shu was particularly displeased, smashing seven or eight vases in her chambers. Even the ever-gracious Consort De voiced her discontent.

“Jin Dabiao, I am a representative from North Moon City,” the portly man hurried forward to introduce himself.

The Jinhe Tribe had migrated from the south, bringing a host of novel wonders. Their tea, disseminated from the Hanshan Tribe to the upper tribes, was especially beloved by the beastfolk.

When persuasion failed, Old Lady Su stepped in as peacemaker, suggesting, “Why not take Ning Meng along? That way Jia Yi will have a better excuse to extricate himself if needed.” A classic example of elder indulgence taken to the extreme.

Ye Xuan witnessed Li Yue discussing business for the first time. Though Li Yue smiled, her words were commanding, earning Ye Xuan’s deep respect.

Upon entering the Southern Continent, Luo Xiu was inundated with tales of the Three Pure Dao Lineages. To him, this place was the fulfillment of a dream—a perfect sanctuary for cultivation, exactly what he needed to advance his abilities.

“What are you doing?” Peach Blossom blushed and pulled her leg from Su Jinchen’s grasp. The touch of skin and fingers sent another wave of tingling sensation, deepening the flush on her cheeks.

Perhaps she was just overly sensitive, Peach Blossom mused, rubbing her chin and finally laughing idly to herself—it seemed she had simply been too bored lately.

Bai Jiao’s words of comfort did little to ease Liu Jiajia’s heart; she managed only a weak, hollow smile.

Li Muer exhaled deeply. His slow, steady voice carried a strength that pierced her soul; with his promise, she felt as if the child in her belly was suddenly safe.

Of all those she knew, he alone had truly transcended the shackles of mundane desires—a man she could trust absolutely.

Xia San Shao wore a look of displeasure, but dared not cause further disturbance. He shot Xia Yulin a venomous glare, tossing her a “just wait and see” look, then stalked away in frustration.

“Ji Zhen! Wait here! I’ll accompany Brother Feng Ba to Tian Kui Star!” Ignoring his own injuries, Xin Peng hurried forward to throw his arm around Li Chengfeng’s shoulder and spoke to Ji Zhen.

He first returned home and asked Butler Zhang, only to learn they had indeed waited there for half a day, leaving in anger at last.

Even so, wasn’t there still a designer to support them after she left? Murong Xi had clearly been extorting them! Such unreasonable demands she could not accept.