Volume One, Chapter 21: Do You Like Gu Rongjin?

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“Where is your Director Wang?” Zhang Haiyang wore a sheepish smile in front of Lin Qiwei, but when facing his subordinates, he was utterly authoritative, his sharp eyes sweeping over the officers before him.

Watching the chattering Face Spider No. 1, Flora slowly lifted her greatsword under Lin Yunxuan’s gaze.

“That’s fine, they are a few Japanese. I heard they live in Wandu, but I don’t know which room,” Wang Zhi spoke bluntly.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Zhi tiptoed down the stairs slowly, the steps extending about thirty meters underground.

Luo Beiqi clenched his teeth and spoke with grit, then punched a nearby sturdy tree with force, seemingly venting his frustration. At this moment, worry shone intensely in Luo Beiqi’s eyes—being stabbed through the throat with a sword, the odds of survival were slim.

Today, Wang Yi said he had something to do and went out with a few attendants but didn’t ride a horse. They walked for quite a while but hadn’t arrived. Wang Ting was puzzled and, concerned for Wang Yi’s safety, couldn’t help but ask.

Qiao Rumeng saw this but deliberately refrained from reminding Xu Hai—not because she didn’t want him to flirt, but fearing his embarrassment.

“Lady Refina, do you really think I said that as an excuse to stay by his side?” An Luosu’s face darkened, and she asked with frustration.

Tie Chuanjia sighed, seeming to have made a decision—a decision that undoubtedly concerned himself.

The aura of the Taiyuan Daoist was relaxed; his figure swayed and his steps shifted fluidly, like flowing clouds and water, with no trace of tension. Instead, amid constant battle, his understanding of the innate realm deepened profoundly.

The waiter explained each dish eloquently as he served them all on the table, then stepped back two paces, preparing to wheel the cart out.

Feng Xin’er lifted a cup of fruit wine, sipped lightly, and suddenly felt a surge of pride swell in her heart.

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He couldn’t imagine how terrifying it would be if one day he too appeared on the Investiture of the Gods list, bound to obey orders and mark the seasons.

Now that his cultivation had reached its peak, to break through he had to ascend to the Water World, surrendering complete control of the Universe Jade Pendant—a fate Bai Yu could never accept.

Guli stared unflinchingly at the elder. In the man’s gaze were traces of mockery, pity, and more so, a helpless sympathy born of shared suffering.

Taiyuan walked along the street, hearing countless hawkers shouting. On both sides were many cultivators setting up stalls, trading cultivation resources, many of which were specialties from the Tidal Great World.

Regarding Jamie’s words, Li Yang naturally understood their meaning. Although the M Country would not openly retaliate, they would certainly suppress Li Yang covertly and, if possible, even kill him.

“The main player has entered!” Bing Ji’s smile vanished instantly, his face solemn as he watched the figure slowly rise from the blood pool.

Fortunately, Chu Huan’s skills surpassed Sun Zikong’s expectations, and his timing was perfect. Before dawn, he found an opportunity and, like a ghost, escaped the Li residence, returning to the inn. Sun Zikong remained terrified.

Seeing Xia Ningxue’s gaze, Qi Ling was momentarily stunned, then suddenly enlightened. Probably, Xia Ningxue had overheard his conversation with Jiang Hao yesterday and, with her intelligence, guessed its content.

As time passed, Lu Shan’s physical strength increased to twelve tons per arm, meaning he could wield a car with each hand as a weapon at will.

The opposing team was clearly not professional, but their tactical execution was excellent, indicating they had played together for a long time.

Without a warm welcome ceremony, players had barely realized they were inside the town when shouts rang incessantly in their ears.

Lu Shan recounted the entire incident about the orange, taking full responsibility upon himself.

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Zhao Yun nodded. This family had goodwill; though he didn’t care much, goodwill was better than none. If only he had encountered them in his past life, things might have been different.

“Willows in the western city sway gently in spring, stirring parting sorrow and tears hard to restrain. I still remember the tender times when boats were tied for returns. On the verdant fields and red bridge of that day, the person is gone, the water flows empty.”

“One pot of wine? How could that be enough!” Inspired by the atmosphere, Xia Yunqing’s spirit grew more generous.

Seeing this, Old Yang scolded Old Seven as heartless on the spot. But Old Seven chuckled indifferently, muttering something about people rising to high places and water flowing downhill. Then a group rushed in to arrest Old Yang, who was caught without a word.

How could the black mud eel not know? This must have been a water ghost ambush. Once they came ashore, the ghosts would seize the boat and sail away.

Within the Demon Court, Kunpeng was insubordinate, generally nesting in the early Northern Abyss’s Demon Master Palace, tending his own small domain.

More terrifyingly, the number of ocean demons was immense beyond count, making it impossible to determine how many appeared in that place.

Yu Ji frowned and said, “Zhou Wu, speak less!” She had also survived the secret realm, and Lin Tiankong, guided by them, had likewise made it out alive.

Qingqiu Mountain lived up to its fame—no towering trees, but jade-green everywhere. Bathed in sunlight, its entire body shimmered; amidst the verdant clusters, a touch of crimson glowed.