Chapter 37: Rest Assured, It Won’t Be Long

Cao Mang was not at all worried about Qiu Yumeng; nothing could happen to her at the Night Cat Club. If anything were to happen there, the Ye family would be unable to explain themselves and would certainly protect her safety. As long as she didn’t cause trouble herself, everything would be fine.

Arriving at the entrance of the Night Cat private club, he was about to get out of the car when he received a call from Gao Yanhong.

“When are you going to help me get revenge?”

…

The blazing sun gilded the rolling clouds between the mountains with a golden glow, casting the figures confronting each other before the grand hall into sharp relief.

Yet, no nation or army ever hopes for its warriors to die on the battlefield.

Wine poured in torrents down Jiang Zhengxin’s nose and mouth, the suffocating sensation jolting her awake; she coughed violently, gasping for breath.

“Alright, thank you, Mom,” Xingye replied cheerfully, picking up the magical lamp and pouring a surge of magic into it. The room instantly doubled in brightness, showing she had no immediate intention of heading upstairs.

During their performance, they would intentionally use venomous tones or overexaggerate their expressions, striving to deliver their lines with force.

As for the claim that the lead actor’s performance in the short film was explosive, the classmates were skeptical; such praise sounded suspiciously like boasting.

At this moment, standing at the foot of a cliff surrounded by mountains on three sides, Qin Chuan looked up at the sheer cliffs rising above eighty-five degrees. A smile played across his lips, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Ascension was the most crucial task; succeed, and one becomes immortal. Fail, and there is nothing more to be said.

Chi Yiheng did not disappoint Wu Huai and the others—after adjusting his state, he portrayed the taciturn, upright, and stubborn Prince Jing with extraordinary skill.

“Busy for so long, I forgot,” Zhong Qing said, arranging flowers in a vase and smiling at Gu Yanze, trying to excuse herself.

“Don’t you see? By now, it’s clear that there is more than one truck like this. They’re transporting everything across the country!” In the speeding car, Fang Ao looked at Fu Yingrou beside him, sinking into deep thought.

The Thousand-Handed Demon King regretted, not his greed for Hua Sheng, but that after Hua Sheng’s shot, too many thoughts flashed through his mind, wasting the perfect moment to counter the move. By the time he understood, his life was at its end.

Space technology, the pinnacle of science, is founded on different starting points. Chang’e’s lunar flight, at first glance, lags behind the Americans by at least twenty to forty years.

“It’s not bad—over one million, executive edition!” The man seemed quite proud as he said this.

Yet, Li Li always had a strange feeling, as if something major was about to happen, and it was anything but ordinary. The sense alone felt powerful and ominous.

“It’s alright now, sister, go to sleep,” Lin Ruyin said, clutching half her dress as she quietly returned to her room.

Those who were once manipulated at will now could only speak kindly. Among these dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators of the human race—even Director Feng—there was a palpable sense of discomfort.

When the Tartars arrived, Xu Fu could only focus on this side, unaware that Xu Pengju joined the battle only after gambling away his money, only then remembering to worry.

The remaining ministers nodded in satisfaction, after all, many of their own people frequented the Fireworks Pavilion, often naming Li Youxian upon arrival.

It was precisely for this reason that the senior leadership of Laiyang City followed Hao Weilong’s words without question.

The Ancient Desolate Domain was vast, and the number of demon troops remained a mystery. To avoid unexpected incidents, the Jiuzhou army did not fully enter the domain, leaving half their forces outside to guard against a desperate assault from the demon army on the mortal world.