Volume 1, Chapter 27: Damn it!

With the beer flowing, the senior brother truly came to life. He spilled everything he knew about Lin Xunan’s "junior brother" status and the relationship between Lu Jinyao and the others, practically making up sequels to the story just to keep talking. However, the two protagonists in the room were chillingly silent. Jiang Li, wisely choosing not to provoke them, ate the dishes from the large basin in front of her in silence, as if she were famished. There was big-plate chicken, stir-fried pork kidneys, steamed hairy crabs, a cold salad of cucumber and black fungus, dry-fried green beans, and a sea cucumber and dried shrimp soup.

Qiu Ruoruo noticed Butler Wang lurking in the distance, hunched over and motionless for a long time. Puzzled, she approached him to ask what was wrong. Seven or eight days had passed since the mission began, and at this rate, it would certainly be completed. She glanced at Fan Jian and saw him pick up the business card from the floor, clutching it as if it were a priceless treasure before tucking it into his pocket.

The rest of the men wore bowl cuts and black T-shirts with tiger heads printed on the chests, sporting gold chains—they didn't look like people to be trifled with.

In the hospital, Luo Shuying weakly opened her eyes. They were filled with dead silence, though a spark of anger began to smolder in her heart. Shortly after, a servant in an apron handed her a towel and said, "Follow me!" She then turned and led Luo Shuying toward the fence.

Even though he knew Rong Yin was another version of himself, he simply could not bear to see Rong Yin together with his Ah Li.

"If you want a winning streak, it’s best to wait until your soul power level is about to break through before participating in soul duels; that way, your points will be higher and the streak easier to maintain," Dai Mubai said with a bitter smile.

Because this course wasn't held frequently—only once a week—the professor didn't recognize most of the students.

Lin Mei felt a surge of secret joy. Ever since she received the letter from Lin Hong informing her of the turmoil in the Lin family, she had been consumed by worry.

Just then, the ceiling suddenly burst open, and a beam of golden sunlight poured in. The giant black wolves retreated several steps, while Shen Fengling, having not seen the sun for so long, found himself unaccustomed to the brightness.

As the ancestor of the Xuanming Sect, however, he was naturally confident that he could save Wang An in any situation.

Xia Fan was currently at the mid-S level. Relying on his Hades Eyes, he actually wouldn't face much pressure dealing with a mid-SS level opponent. By the time one reached the Fierce level, the energy that would usually dissipate upon leaving the body became more condensed, even taking on physical form and flying away from the skin. Although there was still a reduction in attack power and some energy leakage, it already posed a significant threat.

Even though he believed the gap in rank between himself and Arthur was small, the opponent’s highly skilled swordsmanship and physical constitution—far beyond that of an ordinary human—widened the disparity in their combat strength.

The soil by the lake was scattered with exquisite pebbles, which looked quite beautiful. The surface of the lake was hazy, giving it an ethereal and spiritual quality.

Grandma Lin was fuming. She and her husband hadn't even had lunch yet, while the mother and her children had already eaten their fill. She began to hop about, berating Ju Xiang at the top of her lungs.

"They ordered me to take care of Shen Fengling and everyone in the prison, but they didn't know you were here too," Ke Wen said, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Zhao Lu had written home saying the Princess was in poor health and was recuperating at an estate in the countryside, so he believed it to be true; otherwise, he would have come to find A-Jiu long ago.

Su Ran simply took leave from the hospital. As long as it wasn't a critical surgery that couldn't be avoided, she refused to go.

Everyone assumed that because the late Emperor had capable right-hand men, he was able to break through crises, follow the will of heaven, and inherit the realm. They were unaware that, behind the scenes, Master Kuseng and Master Yunjuezi had also played their part.

Ziliu had made her choice for the future. Whether it turned out good or bad, she would have to bear the consequences alone from now on.