Chapter 20

"I'll eat first, and then I'll settle the score with you later!" Chao Lu rolled her eyes in displeasure, her mood brightening slightly as she shifted her gaze to the spread of various dishes covering the table.

Inside the room, Xiao Ling was still crouched by the door. Upon hearing that Meng Tian had been dragged away by Shu Ji, she couldn't help but let the tears fall once more. To keep her sobbing from being heard, she pressed her slender arms firmly against her mouth.

"If what you say today has no value, you can commit seppuku!" Yamamura Yutomi said, his expression grim.

Noticing the situation, Liu Feng thought to himself: "This is bad! The place is collapsing; I must find a way out of here."

Wounded as he was, Ouyang was vicious and ruthless. Though his combat prowess wasn't as formidable as before, he remained terrifying, quickly dispatching thirty members of the Scorpion Gang in short order.

At this moment, Zhao Wan was stunned, completely frozen in place. Ye Feng's sudden actions were entirely beyond her expectations.

Xiao Qingteng glanced around the main hall. There were still a few tables occupied by people of all shapes and sizes, much like the motley crew found in an orchard. However, their tables were cluttered with blades, spears, swords, and halberds; it was clear they were martial artists. They were busy drinking and gambling, paying no attention to Xiao Qingteng's side for the moment.

The first to respond was an excited Zhu Bin. Advancing from the second stage of the Almsgiving Realm to the third stage usually took years; even for the most talented geniuses, the time required to break through was measured in years.

Xiao Ling's demeanor was somewhat aggressive. It is often said that the IQ of those in love unconsciously drops, and they become prone to anxiety, overthinking, and harboring all sorts of bizarre and laughable ideas.

Because of the commotion they created, many various entities in the vicinity were stirred.

"Then what exactly is this physiology class you're talking about?" Xu Morou asked with a mix of curiosity and skepticism.

Zhen Xin said with a beaming smile while ushering Qin Ling directly into Zhu Mingyu's room.

Shen Wei, having successfully delivered the copy forged by Mr. Su to the Princess of Jin, naturally kept an eye on the progress of events. No sooner had Steward Song, the Princess’s personal attendant, stepped out of the palace gates than Shen Wei knew about it. The person she had following him returned to report that Steward Song had indeed gone to the Prime Minister’s residence.

If Qin Ling were here, he would surely recognize her as "Sister Feng"—Wen Ruofeng—and would also be able to guess who had been the one to use the teleportation array first.

Zhang Tianlei remained unscathed, and although Gao Yang was also uninjured, he looked incredibly disheveled. Moving his arms away from his chest and watching the orb of light forming in Zhang Tianlei's hands again, Gao Yang felt as if he were going to go insane.

The surroundings fell into a sudden silence, the atmosphere thick with tension. Jing Luoyu was even somewhat worried that Qin Ling might have accidentally blurted out secrets the Beast God didn't want known, thereby inciting hostility.

Furthermore, what shocked them even more was that the giant flying tiger beast that had suddenly appeared was actually being lectured by that young man, looking completely stunned and utterly devoid of temper, constantly apologizing to him.

Among everyone present, only the three thousand coalition elites from the Huaxia Kingdom with cultivation levels above the Golden Core stage, along with Tang Xuerou, Jian Renxia, Zhutou Hu, Tao Fuyu, and Amier—all of whom had seen the purple flame in Zhang Xiaofeng's hand—did not look as astonished as the people from the Dark Headquarters.

"Move aside, don't block Tiger Lord's path!" The Yellow-Haired Tiger snorted arrogantly, then stepped forward again.

"Yes!" Long Ying was not in a hurry, slowly accompanying Sun Fengzhao as they toured the dilapidated top floor of the Thunder Tower, which was usually used only as a passage. Spiritual beasts did not know how to maintain or manage things, which accounted for its ruinous state.

Chairman Li thought to himself, "You spineless animal." But he didn't know how to respond to such a heavy accusation.

The cave ceiling was arched, at least several dozen yards above the ground where Sun Fengzhao stood. The fluctuation of spiritual power proved that this was another part of the underground world built by ancient cultivators.

Of course, to achieve this goal, an immense amount of energy was required—more than Naruto's current body could handle until he reached adulthood.

"Splash, splash..." The pug thrashed in the water, unable to swim freely; it was clearly dazed from the strike Su Mubai had delivered.

It was like a bird in a cage: one has food and shelter but loses freedom, and the owner can sell them off at any time if they are displeased. Outside the cage, one must rely on oneself, and the world outside might be even more dangerous than the cage, yet most birds would still choose freedom.

He had been unwell that day and had insisted on playing through his illness, but he had only intended to play for a few minutes; he hadn't planned on staying on the court for so long. His physical state simply didn't allow for it.

"The first batch... won't malfunction, will it? For example, if the motion balance system suddenly fails, the pilot inside probably won't be killed by the enemy, but crushed by the mecha..." said Su Mubai.

She had been in this world for so many years, yet there had never been a time when she felt so awkward; she couldn't even speak. It was suffocating.

Then, a bamboo sword made of black repair-silver flew out from the black mist on Li Xiuyuan's body, slicing through the "Lotus Burning Grass" with lightning speed.

"I haven't asked for your names yet, gentlemen." Lei Datong sat down, trying to get on friendly terms with Ye Fan.

They had no choice but to clap and cheer; if Blood Song were displeased, they might all die. This made Macao and the others clap until their hands hurt, and they had to keep shouting until their throats were hoarse.

At night, Yun Feng was called out to dinner by his father. At the table, Yun Chi urged him once again to pick up the pace and win Jenny over as soon as possible.

A sharp, piercing sound of a sword resonated abruptly, and a cold light shimmered, cutting through the sky and bringing forth a spray of blood.

Hui Ye didn't get angry; instead, she smiled and pointed her fair, slender finger behind him.

The day before Yun Feng and his group set out, a large number of adventure teams had already departed. After all, the reputation of an artifact was more than just a little tempting.