Volume One, Chapter 22: Wait, the Man Personally Picked Up and Dropped Off by Song Hongyan?

Wang Junjie had words at the tip of his tongue, but Director Zhang, wearing a pleasant smile, was already heading toward the door. A young man dressed in luxurious attire entered, flanked by his assistant and bodyguards. Upon seeing him, Wang Junjie’s expression shifted slightly. Wasn’t this Hua Chenhui, the prized artist the group had invested so much in? It was him. So, his position had been replaced.

“Director Zhang, is the recording studio ready? I need to record my new song tonight!” the youth declared. “Time is tight, the finals are imminent, and I’m releasing an album this month. Let anyone unrelated take a break—don’t let them waste my time.”…

Gao Huan watched the fiery star in the sky plummet toward the earth, recalling the duel between Du Mingsheng and Ding Jiachang in that monochrome world. He glanced at his motionless body and smiled bitterly. They marketed their stone carvings to the organization, claiming that if one bound a loved one's hair or blood to the sculpture, their soul would forever accompany them, attached to the stone.

Moonshadow Xuan’s eyes widened suddenly, and moments later, a flush rose to her cheeks as she spun and dashed out of the room. Pei Yuheng’s face was extremely grim, and Ma Qian fell into silence. To be fair, Pei Tianlan’s words, though discouraging, were the absolute truth.

He squinted his right eye; his left could barely make out anything a meter away now. With his right, he activated his magic eye, piercing layer upon layer of spatial barriers until he clearly saw the monster’s silhouette. Yet the newly spawned creature paid him no heed.

He was Qing Shan Mo Xun, the sage of the age. Even in death, he would perish as a strong man, especially in this place, where he least wished to fall.

She suddenly opened her eyes, shock and awe filling her gaze as she fixed her stare on Lin Xiu, as if she had seen a vengeful spirit.

As for exhaustion, is there even a need to ask? From body to soul, Xia Qi was weary everywhere. No one knew how astounded Fang Ming was after he entered the internet café, searched for what he wanted, and found it.

“Yes, and me too! I must rescue my dear friend from that twisted old man!” Ge Muchen followed up immediately.

White Rose moved her lips, but before she could speak for Gu Tinghuai, he walked away with Gu Yuehuai. After a moment’s thought, she gritted her teeth and followed, not in a hurry to go home. Lei Yi, Jin Can, and Wang Ziyan all joined her.

The carriage traveled to an open field outside the city, some distance from Linfeng City and safely out of reach of the grassland raiders, making it the perfect spot for their test flight.

The five taels spent on furniture rental were well worth it. Beyond tables, chairs, and beds, there were buckets, brooms, shovels, baskets, and tubs—everything was provided. The kitchen even came with a full set of utensils.

Seeing Jiang Chen still calm, the guard felt no confidence; his body trembled involuntarily, and his gun shook in his hand.

Soon, the office door opened, and Shao Qin entered, clad in a black suit.

“Who are you calling a laborer? I, the princess, have been slaving away here for days and haven’t had a hot meal even once. I’m done, just done!” Xuan Yuan Wenya protested, refusing to budge from her perch atop a box.

After speaking, Gu Qingman strode toward her father’s hospital room, ignoring those behind her.

The Lu family’s household was complicated, but since the old lady had only one direct son and grandson, the other branches had been sent away, leaving the Marquis Wu Ding’s residence peaceful.

He curved his lips in a faint smile, gently carried her to the passenger seat, tidied her clothes, fastened her seatbelt, and drove her away from the apartment.

Su Lingzhong was the governor of Dingbei County. North of Wohu Pass was his jurisdiction. Why would a county governor seek treatment outside his own territory? Were there no doctors in Dingbei?

Despite the severe pain in her shoulder, compared to her arm being disabled for a while, this was well within Zhong Li Yue’s tolerance.

Within Spirit Beast Mountain, they were mere menial disciples tending the beasts, but outside, they were hailed as geniuses.

To instantly see through Pei Ci’s intentions, break her bowl, and snatch away her stick—truly impressive.

Mu Fan had never seen this side of Guan Muxi. When he was Gu Yi, he was used to her arrogance and disregard for others. Now, seeing her struggle so painfully, his body moved uncontrollably from his seat toward the person at the door.

The move he mentioned was to unleash the power of the Ten Thousand Demon Spirit Staff, a technique capable of affecting martial artists with spiritual prowess comparable to his own.

At that moment, I saw on the lower reaches of the Wang Chuan River an ancient, weathered wooden boat drifting upstream, rocking gently, like a lone leaf.

The God of Battle sank to his knees, body bent, and after a brief gathering of strength, charged at the Thunder Emperor like a wild horse unleashed.

“Now, teacher, can you tell me your purpose?” Lu Xiqiao wanted to avoid too much entanglement with Pei Yan and opted for swift resolution.

Standing at the pinnacle of power brings a certain loneliness, so Xiang Yu came here daily, letting Yu Ji accompany him in silence. It was then that Xiang Yu discovered that cigarettes truly were a marvelous thing.

“Because the Yin-Yang Sect learned you were seeking their Eastern Emperor Taiyi, they came early to deal with you. You went to spy on them last night, but did you ever consider that while you admired the scenery, the scenery also watched you?” Qi Yan’s words stunned Long Yin and Hu Xiao once more.

Though they were born at the level of celestial beasts, upon maturity they could even reach the status of celestial immortals.

The orb struck Wang Yue, and the Dark Void Throne within her surged uncontrollably from her body, appearing behind her.

Edward stood quietly, surrounded by a mysterious, surging aura; at times, torrents of energy visibly swept around him, making the entire space tremble beneath his presence.

The patriarchs of the eight great families were surprised when Jeffrey entered. Wasn’t the Griffin family supposed to abstain from this arbitration meeting? Why had he come?

“Thinking of leaving?” Just as Wang Yue tried to find an excuse to leave, Junzi Wen smiled warmly, as if he saw right through her.

“Heavenly Emperor, today’s matter has nothing to do with Liuli. If you wish to punish, please release her first; we will accept any consequences.” Han Bing also pleaded on my behalf.

Halfway through the family meeting, the lights in the room flickered as if they might extinguish at any moment.

“This…” The old man was stunned. He was just an ordinary person, neither he nor the two spiritual disciples. It was the first time he had witnessed something so uncanny, and he could barely speak.