Volume 1, Chapter 22: She Has Learned to Put on Airs

As the Shadow Demon spoke, he pinched the Golden Tree seed between his fingers, showing it to Wu Wei before the Wind Wolf and the restored Lightning Arrow crowded around to take a look.

Long Shuo, sitting to the right of Van Basten, couldn't help but widen his eyes, though he immediately lowered his gaze.

His spirits were high, and his speech flowed easily. Xuan Ning knew his old habit was acting up, so she merely smiled slightly. However, Chen Ao’s mention of past events at Biqing Fortress warmed her heart. Complying with his request, she sat on the edge of the bed, tore off a piece of fish, and fed it to him.

The only certainty was that he, too, possessed no memories of his past life; he was effectively a puppet controlled by the Heavenly Court, diligently guarding the gate, waiting to die in battle, only to be reborn and controlled all over again.

Chen Ao looked around and discovered that most of the expected guests had already arrived. The main hall was packed, with the only exceptions being the two seats at the head of the table, which remained empty.

The Imperial Guards drove the commoners to the side of the road, and the crowd stretched their necks in anticipation. As the jade carriage approached, the people buzzed with excitement, chattering incessantly, all eager to catch a glimpse of the true face of the Tang Emperor.

He recalled his time since joining the pilgrimage, how majestic he had been in subduing demons and monsters, never expecting to capsize in a gutter and fall into the hands of an old Taoist! Moreover, he never did find out the origins of this old priest.

Emerging from his hiding spot, his eyelids kept twitching—not just one, but both.

Guanyin Bodhisattva walked into the room behind the Old Immortal of the South Pole. The spotted deer was sniffing a young boy, who had long since stopped crying and was looking happily at the adorable creature, completely unaware that he was about to meet his end.

Time passed like a white colt flickering across a crevice. A century had gone by since the establishment of the cycle of reincarnation, yet there was still no trace of the anticipated Great War between the Sorcerers and Demons. The demons ruled the heavens, and the sorcerers ruled the earth, each in their own domain, leaving the world clear and peaceful, showing no signs of a great calamity.

Yeshan Yichao spoke with arrogance, seemingly having forgotten that four or five years ago, he too had been running around for a scrap of land just like these precarious noble families. Now, he carried himself like a tyrant, and no one present dared to contradict his words, as if they were taken for granted.

"Do you dare say you weren't thinking of something filthy just now?" Zhu Huanlin glared at Yang Peiqi.

As for the remaining two families, they were capable of maintaining their status, but it was impossible for them to raise the banner of rebellion.

Everyone who heard Yang Yichen's words felt a thought flash through their minds: could this be the transition between hell and heaven?

"Why won't it die? Where is its weak point?" Hutao stomped a construct into the ground, but it was still useless.

Despite this mindset, the villagers were not particularly poor. As for family planning, it was ten thousand per child here; once you paid, they would register the household, which made things much simpler.

These specialized siege engines lacked any property of invulnerability. Every launch drastically reduced their lifespan.

Three types of energy coursed through the body of the demon, whose muscles bulged and whose face was obscured by a mist, constantly draining his primordial demonic power.

If you, Director Zhang, dare to steal my screen time, then be prepared for my counterattack. I won't play dirty. I will face you squarely; if you want to flood the domestic market, then I will teach you a lesson in Hollywood first.

This time, Bai Yechun did not answer. He reached out and placed his palm on the fair skin beneath Lady Lingzi's skirt.

At least there was progress every time. He would strive to make the President's expression change or even draw tears next time.

This way of making others subconsciously ignore one's existence was clearly an excellent stealth ability. After careful consideration, I realized it was actually the same as what I had learned.

Now, with his recovery, his memories seemed to have returned in large part. From him, perhaps one could still learn some unknown secrets.

Just as everyone thought the turbulence had subsided, a powerful pressure descended. Their faces changed; a primal fear rose from their blood, making them tremble and their legs go weak.

It wasn't just Wang Deyu; even his associate Wang Fu, and the highly paid experts Liu Chunfeng and Zhao Tiangang, had vanished without a trace, completely unaccounted for.

"I have no home," Jin Guangyan answered with great seriousness. Mu Feng was slightly stunned; had he not known that Jin was drunk, he would have thought he was answering in a sober state.

Upon reaching this point, she stopped abruptly, biting her lower lip tightly, looking at Ruoxin with a mix of sorrow and grief.

"Hahaha, you brat, wait until I come to settle the score with you." A hearty laugh erupted from the private room. Mu Feng did not realize that his previously somber mood had inexplicably lifted.

This guy didn't even care about Young Master Zhao Yunqi of the Zhongzhou Zhao family; how could I possibly dare to offend him?

An outstanding young man opened his eyes and curiously examined his son, who was wrapped up like a silkworm cocoon on the bed.

I recalled the scene from last night when I saw Liu Xuanhao; although his mental state was somewhat poor, he certainly didn't seem like a fool.

He was a dignified Grand Tutor, a veteran of three reigns. If he helped the Crown Prince ascend, he would be a veteran of four reigns, a status that was absolutely top-tier.

"But others told me you are capable of reversing yin and yang!" I immediately pressed.

"Damn it, pin him down!" a burly man cursed, rushing forward to grab my neck. I didn't hesitate to reach out and gouge at his eyes.

All the Ghost Clan members knelt on the ground, performing three kowtows and nine prostrations, before sitting cross-legged and chanting incantations in a low hum.

Lin Li nodded, yet she remained slumped on Zhuo Lingfeng's shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably. Zhuo Lingfeng said nothing, letting her cry and release all the suppression she had endured during this time.