Volume 1, Chapter 25: Chu Yue'e's Trump Card

"You are a long-time regular, so just say it. I will tell you everything I know, without holding anything back." He spoke with such crisp decisiveness that he might as well have been thumping his chest for emphasis.

After finally breaking up with him, I gave serious thought to our relationship. We were truly incompatible; being with him filled me with constant pressure, an omnipresent sense of suffocation that left me feeling exhausted to the point of collapse.

On that early summer night, sparse stars flickered with faint light across the firmament. The evening breeze was cool, and the shadows of the trees danced in the dark.

Yu Sheng accelerated a few times, on the verge of catching up behind Jia Jing, when a sudden wave of dizziness hit him. Coupled with the fact that he was sprinting at high speed, he immediately tumbled to the ground.

"I want silver, actual silver, you scoundrel!" Chen Yu, having been thoroughly exploited, rubbed her lower back with a face full of resentment.

"Boss, this is truly a plan to kill two birds with one stone. Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!" Jia Jing immediately began to flatter him. Since his mission was the same as Duan Tianqing's, he was confident that there would be no issues, which was why he never worried about it.

After my father struck it rich, I hardly ever ate my mother's cooking again. Once my father finally squeezed into the ranks of the wealthy, he hadn't learned much else, but he had fully mastered the art of indulgence; the first thing he did was hire a domestic helper for the house.

As the direct disciple of the Southern Ghost Axe, Ouyang Momo’s personal combat prowess was not particularly formidable, but when it came to the craft of mechanical devices, she could be ranked among the masters.

"It was you who took my son's life—is that not enough!" Mo Yalan suddenly thought of her infant who had passed away, and her grief welled up from within.

Seeing the price continuing to climb, Old Xu, standing to the side, could no longer restrain himself. He gasped, turned his head, and asked Old Wang beside him.

The scene that had unfolded in the square before the Sea God felt as if it were right before his eyes. As he reached out and grabbed the object, it felt warm and smooth to the touch—neither oily nor slick. It was neither metal nor iron, neither stone nor wood; it was black with a hint of purple, shimmering with iridescent light.

"Uh, you two go ahead and talk; I have something to attend to, so I'll be heading out." Li Ming said, looking a bit awkward.

Take, for instance, Tu Mengru’s Demon-Suppressing Seal, the Universe Jade Pot, and the Black and White Flag. Aside from the Seal, which could capture living creatures, the Pot and the Flag were instruments of total destruction. Especially after Li Xu’s continuous upgrades, the Pot and the Flag had been classified as forbidden artifacts.

The doctor’s face turned pale, and he fled as if on wings. It seemed that neglecting one’s duties during the day to harass the nurses would be punished. It was fortunate there were no superiors around, or he would have been left with nothing to do but beat it for the rest of the day.

Fang Yuwei thought to herself, "I knew I hadn't misjudged him. Although he acts lecherous all day long, it’s all just talk."

After the meeting, there was a group meal. By this time, Gu Zhao had become an insignificant figure, so he asked Xing Haibin for leave, bid a brief farewell to Gu Haoran, and left the guesthouse to head toward his home in Donghu City.

In the hazy moonlight, Lan Yue looked at Shen Tong’s handsome face and firm gaze, suddenly feeling a profound sense of security. This wasn't a feeling born of sweet talk, but something real she could touch and perceive. Lan Yue stood on tiptoe, kissed Shen Tong on the cheek, and scampered away like a rabbit.

This game went on for a month. During this period, the three experts at the Supreme Immortal realm launched three consecutive attacks, but their immensely powerful offensives only managed to shake the sphere of light twice; they had no real effect at all.

An elderly man walked in. Indeed, he looked extremely aged, his wrinkled skin resembling the bark of a dead tree.

Getting out was easier than getting in, for the town square was already crowded with people. These ordinary citizens were shouting loudly, demanding that the Mayor of Stratholme give them a reasonable explanation.

Someone triumphantly announced that they had a friend working at Mango Company and had obtained absolute first-hand information.

Sixteen years had brought many changes to Ding Feng’s temperament. He had become more silent and composed, stripped of all sharpness, leaving only a heavy, profound weight.

The air was permeated with an unsettling element. Locke could clearly sense that it was a blood element, and the source of all this blood energy was the Blood-Crowned Troll locked in the cage.

Although I didn't know what that thing was—I hadn't seen it clearly, and at such a height, compounded by the dimness, it was naturally impossible to make out.

"Traveling back by boat is too unbearable. I didn't come here to supervise your fighting; I don't care how you wage war, I only need to see if the people you’re killing are truly Tatars." Seeing that Zhang Chu was genuinely enraged, Wang Cheng’en had no choice but to speak the truth. However, he could not compromise on matters of principle; he could not let them swindle the Emperor's money.

It turned out that Zhang Chu’s maneuver was not only foolish but also extremely clumsy. Utilizing the momentum of the horse’s sudden leap, he rolled off behind the horse’s rear. Landing on the ground in a pathetic heap, Zhang Chu twisted his body and rolled into a shallow ditch nearby, where he lay motionless.

He Jin knew this was Liu Hong giving him face. But He Jin had his own considerations, and since Zheng Tai saw that He Jin remained unmoved, the other partisans also kept their silence. The imperial court fell into a heavy hush.

"This is my domain; I can make it look however I wish." The voice came from the thickest of the great trees, sounding strangely familiar to Lan Nolais.

"Then you two go ahead and be busy! I’m going to go train." Fang Xue knew they must have much to discuss, and she didn't want to intrude, so she consciously moved to leave.