Volume One, Chapter 46: The "Journey to the West" Studio Opens—The Little Page Becomes the Manager?

She gestured toward the patriarch of the Wang family, then said slowly, “He has done many things that have betrayed the Wang family. In recent years, the family’s business has actually prospered, but on the surface, things appear to be getting worse. Do you know why that is?” All the elders shook their heads; they truly had no idea.

“Well then, I’ll go first. If I, too, fall prey to this negative condition, we can take turns. The Eye of the Demon doesn’t have particularly strong defenses, so it shouldn’t take long. Let’s go now.” This was the only method left. She could only hope that the Eye of the Demon would show mercy.

She had barely taken a step before Xiah Hou Chenxiao forced his way over, his expression grim. Simply standing before her was enough to make Wen Yukou struggle to breathe, feeling as though he might pounce and kill her at any moment. She had done nothing wrong; she’d only glanced at someone else. Was that really enough to make him so angry?

Lin Baoshu, far from being a strong-willed person, seemed instead to have an exceptionally gentle temperament—so much so that it was almost excessive. She never displayed any forcefulness, which was rather astonishing.

Ye Yue produced an elfin sphere and tossed it. Out came a massive spirit creature, its entire body radiating with white light—a Steelix.

Standing nearby, Jun Li could not help but let out a silent, cold laugh. Just moments ago, Marquis Ningping had been so determined to defend Lady Dayang, yet as soon as the evidence was presented, his attitude changed in an instant. Lady Dayang may have been detestable, but with such a husband, her fate was truly unfortunate.

Finishing his words, Shinji released his four Pidgey again, but this time he set them free. The flock immediately took off, flying to join the larger group.

Ordinary people, faced with such a situation, would proceed cautiously, sitting cross-legged to cultivate and refining the lingering divine sense bit by bit. At the first hint of resistance, they would stop at once, repeating the process until the remnant was completely refined—a great stroke of fortune.

Once we had pulled all the young men aboard, we led them to the deck, where their anxious fathers awaited. The scene of reunion played out once again, while we watched from a distance, not wishing to intrude.

This world’s technological development was dazzling; all manner of bizarre and wondrous inventions had been created.

At this moment, he wondered if perhaps he, too, was a protagonist, complete with the legendary protagonist’s halo.

Mo Feibai, so nervous that her wits deserted her, never considered the other possibility behind Xiao Ning’s actions just now.

“At the Lord’s command!” The black-armored cavalry stationed at the palace gates snapped their whips and galloped away in a cloud of dust.

Yu Heguang, deputy director of Longxiang Construction, had intended to slip away, but was unexpectedly captured by Song Qingyun in the provincial capital. Now, he too was imprisoned.

“In any case, after needing her help to treat mother, sooner or later we’ll have to do as she says!” Liu Mancang had realized this the last time.

Yue Chuling’s eyes were dull, her breaths growing weak. Once vibrant and fresh as a lotus out of water, her face was now pallid and fragile, only her dry, white lips still moving in the faintest of motions.

As Elder Lu walked away, Fengchen turned to Yuan’er, whose lovely face had taken on a blush, gazing at him with deep affection.

It was obvious that Rahu was as good as dead. The dragon clan, sovereign of all monsters, wielded extraordinary powers. Even in the past, it had taken all of his cunning and the help of Qingfeng and others to barely capture Rahu and imprison him in the Celestial Gate’s Mountain and River Diagram.

Crimson veins covered Rahu’s body as his form swelled, muscles coiling like dragons, his clothes long since torn to shreds.

At Antonio Grand Harbor, the conservative faction of the Church had gained the support of the Holy Paladins Expeditionary Force and swiftly overthrown the reformers led by Pastor Richard.

Now Yang Tianlong understood everything—they wanted him to persuade Prince Hussein to invest in the Bashu region.

The once clear sky was suddenly plunged into darkness, the surrounding void peeling away like stickers from a blackboard, revealing the inky depths beneath.

Yang Shangjing glanced at Uncle Zhong; when it came to judgments like this, the old retainer was far more reliable. The situation in Minbei was a mystery to Yang Shangjing—truth be told, even Yang Qin, who used to roam these parts, had a better grasp.

Wu Qinghuang, who specialized in cultivating spiritual power, certainly understood the dangers involved.

Yang Tianlong raised his automatic rifle and unleashed a fierce burst of fire. The men in green on both sides of the river were evenly matched, but after his wild barrage, their group’s opponents had lost all fighting strength and lay lifeless on the ground.

After his initial joy, Wang Bing’s expression darkened; recalling the humiliation he had suffered at the hands of those two, anger surged within him.

Moments later, Zhao Chen’s deathly pale complexion began to regain color, his disordered breath growing steady.

The others agreed, watching with some frustration as Yun Haotian gradually disappeared from view.

And that overwrought, melodramatic figure—the kind only found in schoolyard idol dramas—was, in fact, the class president from his own homeroom.