Volume One, Chapter 21: Testing Me

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I had thought Shen Yixiao would find an excuse to work late tonight, so as not to waste the carefully prepared uniform seduction by Lu Xiaoyun. Yet, he came home early, bringing with him a bouquet of fiery red roses and a box of pastries I love.

“Wife, do you like them?” He gently placed the gifts on the table and smiled tenderly at me.

I took the roses into my arms and gave a faint smile. “I like them. Why are you home so early today?”

“I wanted to have dinner with you. I’m tired of the company’s meals. Could you make me some simple tofu? I haven’t had it in a long time,” Shen Yixiao pleaded.

I nodded. “Sure.”

Then I...

“Boss, tell me! How much? I’ll buy it.” Sun Wuxin was confident that, given these two came from another planet, they certainly couldn’t afford anything too expensive.

The envoy of Prince Qi waited three days before finally meeting Li Mo. Actually, they were acquaintances—Chen San, Ning Shijing’s guard.

After discussion, they decided not to skirt around the issue with the senior elder of the Xuanyuan family but to confront him directly, seeing whether he intended to preserve the Xuanyuan Legacy at great cost or abandon it outright.

Today’s training began, as before, with a warm-up: the seven of them ran around the gym carrying gravity devices, utterly exhausted by the end. Still, they were much stronger than yesterday, no longer feeling drained.

“Looking for death? You’re not even worthy!” Hearing the words of the Twenty-Eight Constellations, Wang Yan sneered disdainfully. Then, his eyes blazed fiercely as he suddenly shouted.

As for the poetic imagery, they could not judge nor did they care, for the mere fact that such a poem was created was terrifying in itself.

The remaining thirty reacted quickly and launched their attacks—the archers fired arrows and bullets; the mages cast spells; the fox wielded her deceptive orb; the Ice Phoenix unleashed piercing frost; the Avenging Flame Soul summoned pillars of fire—all converging on the four.

Now, everyone’s attack power and magical intensity had multiplied, enabling them to inflict tremendous damage even against high-level foes.

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At the sound of knocking, the monk inside came leisurely, and when they opened the door, they were indeed startled by Sun Wukong’s appearance, just as in the original tale.

Thus, many players in mundane professions often had to humble themselves when negotiating enchantments on equipment with clients who were combat-oriented players.

Before facing him, it seemed taking his life would be easy; after the fight, they realized how difficult it truly was. His swordsmanship was extraordinarily cunning.

Li Zixiao looked proudly at Wu Jiaqi, deliberately speaking ambiguously. Seeing Wu Jiaqi’s frustrated expression brought him great satisfaction.

By the fourth day, An Lide had mastered horseback riding, which amazed Xuanyuan Muxia. Truly, the foreign maiden was extraordinary.

At this moment, Zhu Tianguang of the Qianti Workshop showed a flash of anger in his eyes but concealed it, leaning back slightly in his chair and gazing not at the man but at the tea on the table, his tone calm.

In an instant, five types of thunder merged into a colorful shield that formed above his head.

The long-delayed ambush finally began before nightfall. Over twenty soldiers of the Vietnamese regular forces had just entered an open area of the jungle when sniper fire commenced, starting from behind.

Bing Cang caught a flying dagger between two fingers—it was actually a piece of ice. He tossed it to the ground but saw no sign of his attacker.

Even the wild wolf’s body crashed hard into the ground, leaving a deep pit. Thus, a great warrior of Chilian City met a simple, sudden death.

Qi Ming fled in the direction of the Star Spirit Dynasty, hoping to reach the thunderous sea, believing only there could he escape this ordeal.

Isn’t that so? Why did she feel she had always tried to be with him, yet he continually pushed her away?

Li Ang ran straight toward Siyuan Cemetery, his communication device occasionally crackling with gunshots, which made him anxious.

In his youth, the unlucky Qin Ming had once suffered a demonic backlash when advancing to the fifth level of physical training. Had the elders not detected it early, he might have died on the spot.

Zhuo Ling burped, a wave of alcohol rising from his stomach to his mouth, feeling disgusted. He opened his mouth and waved his palm, finding the smell unbearable.

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Qian Yunfeng Ling returned to the flying vessel and sat down calmly. She was clearly confident in her attack; the palm strike had not dissipated but continued to obliterate everything within this world.

How long had passed, she did not know. The boundless power of heaven and earth dissipated, and Zhou Zheng’s dantian was now fully suffused with the true force of space-time.

Wang Yarei mustered his courage and stepped forward slowly, squeezing his palms, which were already sweating.

Gero scratched his head awkwardly; even he felt the last word was a bit too obviously a cover-up.

Noble sons like them were usually self-centered, hardly caring about others’ feelings.

Once the war erupted, both sides deployed over a hundred celestial gods and true immortals, more than a hundred thousand heavenly immortals, and countless scattered immortals.

She had stayed in the hotel for quite some time and was losing patience waiting any longer.

Seeing the full disapproval and reproach in Li Qin’s eyes, Zhao Tiezhu was utterly confused.

Zhang Yang forgot he couldn’t use divine power; how could a mortal drink so much wine and not be drunk for at least a day or two?

Even a fool could see this was an ordinary car, but Zhao Tiezhu insisted it was worth over a million—who dared to say otherwise?

A marquis of the broken realm—such status let him succeed everywhere domestically. Even the high priest was troubled by this Rising Sun King.

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