Volume One, Chapter 59: Our Collaboration

The sentinel instantly became alert, gripping his firearm defensively as he spoke warily, “What’s this? You don’t recognize him?”

Gu Man hurriedly replied, “I do! I do—just got dazzled by the colors and lost focus for a moment.”

“Since you don’t know me, what business do you have with me?” Yuan Yanzhou glanced at her coldly, his tone icy.

Madam Wei’s smile didn’t reach her eyes; her beautiful gaze searched Lin Xiaohuan’s face for any trace of what she sought. Yet Lin Xiaohuan remained calm, as if not a ripple of anxiety disturbed her heart.

At that moment, I heard the screaming outside from my office, and someone was calling my name. I quickly stepped out, unsure of what had happened.

“What’s going on?” Lian Erma’s husband asked. The household finances were managed by Lian Erma; her pockets never lacked money, and this was the first time he’d ever had to pay for a taxi.

No one stepped forward to intervene; everyone stood by watching the commotion, which only fueled Jiang Yixin’s arrogance.

The Flower Boat docked at the largest pier on the Tianwu River, fragrant mist swirling above it, detectable even from the ground. The vessel was vast, capable of hosting over a thousand people, with palaces, pavilions, scholars and beauties, and even masters of the Dao.

Ye Shaoxuan was baffled by Bai Xi’s parting words calling him dashing and charming, until he saw the signature at the end of the letter: “Ye Shaoxuan’s wife—Su Yueqing.”

Then Qi Ming began experimenting with ways to fuse four types of thunder. The fusion of the fourth thunder proved difficult, but with intense contemplation and the aid of his formidable mental strength, he finally succeeded after half a month.

“I’m definitely taking charge of this matter—so what are you going to do?” Zhou Yuan gazed down at Liu Qingtian from above.

“Didn’t you say both sisters are really nice? How could they possibly eat you? I don’t believe it,” Li Mengmeng said, pouting.

Han Wei paid no heed to anything else; the most pressing task was to lock down the entire city, sealing Chang’an completely.

While the others racked their brains, Chu Feng casually fixed his hairstyle, striking a pose with hands behind his back, preparing to step forward and play the part.

Dense smoke pressed overhead, casting darkness for miles around, as if the dark demon god were about to descend. From afar, the volcano’s mouth radiated rainbow light, dazzling and magnificent.

In this world, talent truly is indispensable for success. With enough innate ability, opportunities follow in abundance.

At the critical moment, a golden beam as thick as two fingers shot straight into Chen Xiu’s left shoulder, piercing a bloody hole.

“Brother Hong, let me down,” Wu Hao said, knowing that aside from himself, no one present was a match for their opponent. He struggled to break free from Hong Zhong’s back.

Zhang Yuanhao exchanged pleasantries with the members of the Lingguang Sect, then returned to his stone chamber.

“No wonder he’s a master of the third realm of transformation—the collection is truly impressive,” Wu Hao couldn’t help but click his tongue in admiration.

Huihui said, “That’s wonderful! Then tonight, let’s not sleep—let’s all hang out in the living room together, okay?” Several classmates nodded in agreement.

Wu Hao’s heart tightened at the mention of that name—memories still vivid. In the minds of all disciples at the Changchun Hall, Long Mo was a figure of legend. Even he, let alone some of the more senior disciples who had spent years in the hall, might never have the fortune to meet this extraordinary individual.

As soon as those words were spoken, everyone was stunned, and then the crowd erupted in a tremendous uproar.

“Your Majesty, the embassies of the five nations stationed near Pyongyang have all suffered attacks to varying degrees! The two men we sent have vanished without a trace!” General Pu reported anxiously.