Volume One, Chapter 37: Contemplating the World, Zhu Youjian Takes a Liking to Mao Yuanyi!

“Both of you, stop!”

Zhu Youjian moved with a flash, instantly appearing between Yan Emperor and Chiyou.

At his words, Yan Emperor immediately withdrew his fiery form and slowly stepped back beside Zhu Youjian.

Yan Emperor’s gaze sharpened as he pointed at Chiyou, saying, “Master, you summoned me here—was it to take his life? Chiyou’s sins are grave; if not severely punished, the people of the world will surely suffer.”

Chiyou roared in anger, swinging the Tiger Soul Blade in his hand, dark energy swirling around it.

He glared fiercely at Yan Emperor and said coldly, “Hmph, don’t twist the truth! He called you out to have me kill you! Boy, quickly summon the Yellow Emperor as well—I want to kill them both to avenge...”

Hearing Wei Zheng’s call, Xing Tianyu immediately flew over and landed on the platform.

Xu Xuan shouted from above, but it was already futile. Seeing chaos about to erupt, he hurriedly sought help from the four elders.

Thus, Beren effectively gained two days of rest, which greatly eased his mind—after all, every competition brought immense pressure.

When Director Gu said this, many were tempted; it all sounded reasonable.

“Castrate him and send him to the palace as a eunuch—that’s a good idea,” Jing Ye said coolly.

“No more, talking about this is making me uncomfortable,” Beren rubbed his eyes, his face flushed red, not even daring to look at Latir.

He had been sleeping under the locust tree, but these people had rudely disturbed his afternoon nap.

If this matter reached the emperor, he would no longer be able to escape the charge of defiling the future princess.

At that time, Chang Xi thought that when it came to Dang Kang, there was nothing a meal couldn’t solve; if that failed, just add a pile of chicken wings.

She had originally come to do calculations, planning to make a deliberate mistake to stir up trouble with Gu Qingfeng, but she never expected Gu to be so despicable as to propose such terms.

“Today is the first snowfall; surely many are out admiring the snow,” Li Qingfeng nodded calmly.

Tang Scar was a businessman who had paid a great price for the excavation rights to the ancient tomb—who would willingly waste so much money? For days, he hired reckless men to retrieve the bronze mirrors, but without exception, none returned alive, perishing as tragically as Liu Sibai Tuozi and the like.

For some reason, as long as Lin Chen was around, Kima felt strangely at ease, as if he were a mountain she could always lean on.

“Plop!” Seeing the attacker’s assault intensify, Xie Wuji had no choice but to roll into a nearby flower pond, hiding his form as much as possible in the water, which somewhat slowed the attack’s momentum.

To wield magic properly, one must understand it; without sufficient study to match one’s magical level, no matter how strong the power, it is useless.

“Bold wolf tribe, how dare you violate my city and kill my people! I will annihilate every last one of you!” The hot-tempered Yue Yun stood firm at the front, wielding twin hammers.

Albert’s eyes showed surprise—he had never expected Rheinfield’s assault to be so swift.

Sima Yalin was also an astrologer, skilled in observation; such a man was destined for great achievements.

Lin Chen felt a mix of helplessness and sorrow, swallowing hard, unsure what more he could say.

The butcher stood resentfully aside; though he held a knife, he lacked the courage to cause trouble in the Cao Mansion.

This sword cultivator, skilled with demonic energy, was far stronger than Niu Gucheng had imagined. With his help, seizing the mysterious spirit tree would not be difficult.

“Report, instructor, I… really can’t run anymore,” Xiao Jia feigned exhaustion, hoping to garner sympathy.

The leaders of various sects wore complicated expressions; once, Changliu could be balanced by Sha Qianmo, but now Changliu’s strength far surpassed Seven Killings, causing them some worry.

Liu Shancao lay inside, irritated by the noise outside, wishing she could leave home sooner.

“Shameless!” Qiao Mimi gave him a glare; no matter how well his lower half reasoned, he couldn’t escape being a devilish lecher.

After several tests, Sun Buqi fully grasped Peng Xuesheng’s preferences and dared to propose the entire game plan. The other liked bold, flashy moves and sought to be first in everything; applying the right approach, persuasion was easy.

Listening to other cultivators’ talk, Lei Zhuoyue grew restless; he hadn’t expected Qin Yu to fool the other eight Earth Fiends. Among them must be some top-ranked Earth Fiends, all formidable, yet none had discovered this talented Li.

“Thank you.” Qin Fen still wore his white coat; the mingled stench of medicine lingered on him. But this did not drive Tian Tian away; she simply blew softly on him before smiling by herself.

Zhao Lili was utterly stunned; if true, he would have lost a fortune, never needing to work again in his life.

He picked it up and placed it into his spatial bag. Without poison, he felt tears welling up—thankfully the belt was a bound item, or he might have lost the spatial bag itself.

With no money and estranged from family, she now relied solely on the squad and organization for survival.

And even if Jiang Xin really had that much money, why hadn’t she paid back the squad? The money used for her earlier fever was still recorded in the ledger, not erased.

“I didn’t say anything; I don’t know. I only know Brother Luo said it’s unsafe,” Yu Fengmo shook his head.

She ascended the escalator; the oil paintings on the walls were vivid, all signed by renowned modern masters.