Volume 1, Chapter 22: Maintaining the Sentiment-Casamento Substituto no Palácio, o Marido Era o Irmão do Meu Amor Platônico.(Alma das Flores ao Luar Frio)

Mei Lingxi truly lived under the shadow of Mei Lingyi.

Finally, it was five o’clock and time to leave work, but unexpectedly, my nemesis Wang Li caught me still working overtime. After another blur of a “journey,” it wasn’t until past seven in the evening that I could finally go home.

“To all of you here, it’s clear that once you enter our Xiaoyao Palace, you’ll enjoy the finest luxuries—top-tier attire and provisions in this immortal realm. Naturally, the salary is generous as well. Don’t think the amount just handed to us brothers was too much!” Li Hao stepped forward and said.

After the activation ceremony concluded, Yang Xiu immediately sought out Qin Pinshang, anger blazing in his eyes.

“I don’t care about that, and it’s not important,” Liu Xiling’s voice sounded somewhat troubled.

Having spoken, Hua Ying, like a sycophant, approached the Immortal Emperor with a cheerful demeanor, ready to take over. At the same time, Bai Nian was cracking his knuckles, prepared to stretch his limbs and deal with those heavenly soldiers.

To confirm its authenticity, the man drew a fire striker from his waist, lit it, and placed it beneath the red bead. Under the glow, he clearly saw the bead was inscribed with the Buddhist Seven Sufferings.

It seemed impossible to take leave. I’d have to find another way, though fortunately, fate still favored me. During the morning department meeting discussing the New Year’s special edition, an idea struck me—I could write an article on how various professions celebrate the New Year. Unexpectedly, it received unanimous approval.

Some braver souls deliberately lay in wait after nightfall; upon discovering the skeleton, they began to follow it.

In the darkness, the sensation of time slipping away faded, and only beneath the luminous starry sky could Bai Yiyao find a glimmer of solace.

“What do you mean? They’re all your souls? No, that’s not it. I am clearly the true owner of this soul—then why is there another consciousness acting as master? Why, why?” Feng Qizhi suddenly appeared entranced, almost possessed. Qiao Xuanye looked on, somewhat surprised.

Madam Liu and Ying’er remained silent. Though they harbored no ill will toward Chen Feng, they believed he could offer no help regarding the cargo and that his involvement would be futile.

As the Buddhist chant echoed throughout the cave, the old monk’s golden Buddha incantation unfolded. Beneath the radiant golden light, the white shadow gradually solidified, eventually returning to its ethereal form. Yet she remained unconscious. The Second Fate blinked in surprise, staring at the old monk with pressing inquiry: “When will she awaken?”

Soon, agonized screams erupted one after another from the mages, as ghost generals burrowed through their brows, consuming their consciousness before moving on to the next.

This necklace was clearly inferior to the first exotic energy weapon auctioned. Bids were hesitant; after nearly a minute of silence, the first offer finally appeared on the screen.

Since the attack had begun, it was a dazzling storm of pear blossoms and rain. The commander Dong had just crashed to the ground, barely registering shock or speaking a word before Ling Yan, who had crossed past dozens of riders behind him, resumed his brutal assault.

Hearing this, a few onlookers who had been ready for a show immediately cursed aloud.

Just as he was about to mock Chen Feng, below, Chen Feng suddenly raised his hand. A fiery dragon, longer by a third than the crimson dragon, materialized, blazing fiercely as it charged straight at him.

After all, since the network was formed from spiritual energy, if Ling Zhoutian monitored it in real time, it would be troublesome. Such tasks were best entrusted directly to artificial intelligence.