Volume One, Chapter 81: Venting Anger, The Director Summons

Call you husband? Jiang Ning chuckled coldly.

She had already gotten over her anger; now she could only laugh in disbelief. “You really are something!”

Lu Cheng, shameless as ever, replied, “Right? I think I’m pretty interesting myself. So, can we start over with someone as interesting as me?”

Jiang Ning shot him a sidelong glance, her smile faint. Her fair, delicate hand slipped under the hem of his suit jacket, inching slowly toward his waist.

Lu Cheng’s Adam’s apple bobbed; his gaze deepened.

Gong Qianran was finally expelled from this round of closed training, which meant she lost her chance at the advertising audition. Although she was a signed artist with Longteng Entertainment, and her contract still had three years to run, Longteng had no right to kick her out, but they had blacklisted her all the same.

Mu Mu wanted to resist, but suddenly recalled a name—Asher? That formidable Asher, one of the legends of the Divine Academy.

After hurriedly departing from Wilds City, Lu Qingyu followed Elder Sun’s directions with all his strength toward Dragon Ridge Mountain. As soon as he left the city, Song Lingyan caught up with him, determined to join his quest for the Twin Yin-Yang Pearl.

Helian Nuo patted Lei Shuo on the shoulder but did not accept the Memory Stone. In truth, he had expected this outcome. Lei Shuo, though physically powerful, lacked the innate talent for soul refinement and was unlikely to resonate with the Memory Stone.

Seeing Long Feiyu in such distress, Yue Longtian felt a pang in his heart and immediately reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Cheng Ming shouted a battle cry and charged forward. In the darkness, a shadow flickered, and a Nascent Soul master appeared to meet him. Though Cheng Ming was formidable, his opponent was no less skilled; the fight between them was evenly matched.

“Your liquor burns like hell going down, but damn, it packs a punch! Far more thrilling than those so-called famous brands. Give me another bottle!” Helian Nuo slurred, his tongue thick with drink.

Only now did Yue Longtian realize how the Li family’s map had come into their possession. He couldn’t help but recall his own father, Yue Shenglong. Was he not a member of the four great families? How could he have one of the maps?

The furnishings inside were simple, lacking any aesthetic value. As soon as Di Baobao entered, her attention was drawn to the bundle lying on the bed.

Some said Yue Longtian would surely use the Murong family’s unique skill, “Turn Their Methods Against Them.” Others speculated he was like Jiumozhi, possessing a secret martial art that allowed him to master any technique with ease.

Huai Ren had no interest in slaughtering everyone here. Since the guards had come out, the inside must be empty; soon, he wouldn’t have to worry about any accidental kills.

Countless arrows shot from the palace, striking the golden light. The vermilion birds fell to the ground with anguished cries, transforming into flames and vanishing.

“Don’t want to reveal your identity?” The Bull Demon King frowned, pacing back and forth. Suddenly he looked toward Princess Iron Fan, who shook her head, clearly indicating she was not an ally sent by the Rakshasa clan.

At that moment, the elders of the Heavenly Gang Sect—Zhao Fan and others—were seated on chairs in front of the martial stage, alongside elders from other sects. A roster lay before them, listing all those scheduled to compete today.

They all hailed from the most powerful academy in Central Province—Heaven’s Path Academy. The institution was divided into the College of War, Martial Arts College, Array College, Alchemy College, and Weapons College.

“All right,” I interrupted his oath. Honestly, men throughout history seem to love making grand vows to prove their resolve. As for how trustworthy those promises are, well, that’s hardly worth investigating.

The barbarian infantry had been climbing enthusiastically, but now watched as comrades beside them were smashed by rolling stones or burned by flaming oil. Their own row, strangely untouched, prompted curiosity—how could there be no guards here? They were about to reach the top of the wall; perhaps the glory of breaching it would be theirs this time.