Volume One, Chapter 100: Each Relies on Their Own Ability

Reba’s sudden outburst left everyone in the livestream completely bewildered. They all began speculating about what Ye Feng had whispered in her ear to make her so agitated, even labeling him a “pervert.” After waiting a moment and seeing no reaction, Chen Fei raised the jade material in front of his eyes and began to examine it closely.

Lu Su’s words were interrupted again by an odd chewing sound. He frowned and turned his head, only to see Liu Chan engrossed in chewing a Gong’an flatbread, as if the entire world had nothing to do with him. Three months rushed by in a blur. Just as Liu Chan had predicted, Pang Tong ignored all matters of state during this period, drinking from dawn till dusk, perpetually drunk and disheveled.

She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but she felt that Shen Qi’s gaze toward her now carried a faint, elusive grievance. “Young Master Xu, aren’t you going to reconsider? With your intelligence, you’re certain to achieve great things in the Xuantiansi.” Zhou Cong was unwilling to give up and continued to persuade him earnestly.

Since Zhang Tong didn’t possess the Chaos Supreme Treasure, the Mighty Gourd was his most powerful artifact, capable of amplifying his strength tens of millions, even over a hundred million times. Without a shred of hesitation, Ye Feng waved impatiently at the two of them, refusing to even spare them another glance.

Mi Mi’s behavior was so unusual that Ye Feng and Reba exchanged a look, each seeing confusion reflected in the other’s eyes. If it weren’t for the need to win over Xiao Lan in this life, he wouldn’t have founded the company, nor would he have earned over a hundred points of merit.

Xun Yi, flustered and anxious, stepped forward but couldn’t manage to pin the flower into her hair; instead, he messed up her neat bun and broke out in a sweat from his nervousness. Putting down the scraps of cloth and scissors, Bao’er picked up a cotton ball and soaked it in disinfectant.

At this moment, Xun Yi had already conjured a spiritual flame, collecting his spell before Shen Qing could even arrive. Dong Qinran would rather die than suffer such humiliation. Seeing the tramp’s delighted expression, she felt as if her entire life had been ruined.

As Bu Jinghua’s palm was about to land atop his head, in that critical instant, a tall, slender figure appeared like lightning, reaching him in the blink of an eye. With Goguryeo pacified, Xiao Yu transported most of their national wealth home. Favorable weather and smooth trade routes brought prosperity; a wealthy nation naturally sought to win popular support.

These words sparked laughter among the surrounding demonic sect masters, and at the same time, their attacks grew ever more ferocious. Xun Yi rolled his eyes toward the heavens and muttered, “This could have been easily resolved, but your suspicion forced me to act this way. I have to complete the Heartbinding Illusion before heading to the Xuantian Rift, or else I might lose the chance forever.”

When his mother fell silent, Qin Wan repeated, “Let him stay with Princess Dayi—it’s good for him.” There, he could live as the center of attention, receive the best education, and grow up alongside a blood brother. Supporting each other, it would be far better than remaining in this cold palace.

“You go out first,” Ling Baolu said, placing her clothes on the rack; she wasn’t nearly bold enough to change in front of him. Nine Heavens, the central realm, also called Nine Skies or Lingxiao, is the highest layer of heaven, the ultimate limit, beyond which nothing can surpass.

“They want to kill me and my friends, so they must die.” By now, Tang Feng had reached Leng Yue’s side, the moonlight illuminating his face. Only then did everyone recall her usual arrogance, and nodded knowingly. The physician carefully studied the cough medicine, but found nothing amiss. Everyone relaxed and escorted the doctor out.

“What do you mean? Shouldn’t I be the one asking you this?” The Holy Son stared intently at Ah Xiang and asked. His departure was of no consequence, but those left behind quickly rebelled. They were all lawless individuals—after seeing him escape so easily, they erupted in chaos, and among them were not a few martial arts experts.

Villagers stood along the field ridge, gathering around Meng Fan as he approached. Each held a basin or a bucket, filled with heaps of bugs, making the sight rather unsettling. “How did you find out?” Feng Yufei’s gaze suddenly sharpened, questioning sternly.

The man was ill-tempered, or perhaps he just disliked Bai Nannan and Du Han; he reached out and snatched things away.

Wei Lanying wished she could drag Xiao Yunfei straight to jail, but as things stood, there was no evidence against him. Lately, Longhai had been unsettled—shootouts, special inspectors dispatched—causing trouble now would surely draw harsh criticism from above.

“Well... alright, I won’t trouble you two. If you need anything, just let me know, I’ll sort it out for you,” the person in charge promised with a smile. “Forget it, favors are a tricky thing. I don’t want you to owe anyone because of me. I’ll find a place to intern myself,” Gu Xiaoxiao decided.

“So it was you who saved me.” Mu Chen looked at Tu Shan Rongrong and Tu Shan Honghong beside him and spoke at last. “Your homeland, and my wayward disciple, both need you!” Jiang Ziya declared, then raised his staff. With a flash of white light, all the mist behind them dispersed, and everything around them finally came into clear view.

“Sorry, on behalf of Barney, I apologize. Barney has lost,” the blond youth said politely. Kai deliberately raised his voice so that everyone present could hear his words.

In a mere blink, Mu Shiqing unhesitatingly splashed her wine onto the man. She awoke from her dream at five in the morning in East District Four, with a misty sky outside, as if it had rained.

Ye Shengtian pushed off with both feet, his figure shooting forward, hands releasing gold, lightning, and ice spiritual energies clashing once more. Those watching felt as though heaven and earth trembled.

He Wen Zhi, from afar, wanted to cheer for Mu Shiqing, but Yan Lin’s oppressive atmosphere robbed him of the courage. This was originally arranged by Yi Sheng to prevent those who didn’t truly love each other from sneaking into the city, but now it had only made things difficult for its master.