Volume One, Chapter 33: The Arrival of My Parents!

After a night of heavy drinking, his mind was somewhat foggy.

“Brother Su, do you have any idea what you did last night?” Ren Yingying was the first to speak, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Chen Tianxiong continued, “Your songs, especially ‘Ordinary Road,’ have practically become the national anthem for resigning. The internet is flooded with posts about you, and every major corporate forum is abuzz. They say you've sparked a new wave of ‘mass career exodus.’”

Song Hongyan quickly added, “Su Le, you’re now the talk of the entire nation. All the big companies see you as the public enemy, terrified that if their employees hear your songs, they’ll resign on the spot. Everyone’s advising you that for now…”

Rong Tiezhu? Rong Tiezhu? With such an imposing presence, could anyone really have such an unremarkable name?

She thought to herself that perhaps the emperor envied Wulang and wanted to experience that kind of father-son relationship for himself.

So it really was him! And still calling himself Old Ken! Wasn’t he “Brother Ken” before? When did he decide to promote himself?

With a bang, then a series of thuds, the surrounding demons scattered in all directions, except for the three armored, spiny fiends who stood their ground. The Celestial Sunlit Sword struck them, making them throw back their heads with cries of pain, but unable to move them.

Yet the character for ‘King,’ unrivaled in its power to seal enemies, was still limited—facing the overwhelming force, there was simply no way to cover every angle. These eight massive pillars circled the area, sealing off the front but leaving the rear vulnerable.

However, to take revenge on Meng Dongling only to lose Huangfu Li in the process, Meng Dongyu felt it would be a disastrous trade. Meng Dongling was nothing compared to even a finger of Huangfu Li.

Inside, the red candles had burned out, the room plunged into darkness. On the bed, two figures lay entwined, their outlines vague, but the air was laced with a drifting fragrance and a clear, gentle warmth.

Old Yang’s face was sallow, his eyes dull, his body covered in wounds, clear evidence of immense suffering and torment. His mind had grown hazy, and only Moonwatcher’s desperate cries slowly brought him back to awareness. He slowly raised his head, his eyes as hollow as a dried well, emitting a faint plea from deep in his throat.

“My foot doesn’t hurt anymore…” The head of the Ling family had no choice but to stop, lest her reckless movements further injure her foot.

Dawn had broken. Wen Liangyu’s eyes were dry, yet he had not even glimpsed the shadow of a lawyer.

“If you’ve got something to say, say it. We’re brothers—what’s there to be embarrassed about? Is the gang short on cash?” He Shuai asked with a smile, sensing that the two seemed to have something they couldn’t say aloud.

Li Zhiyang didn’t want to tell them what kind of company he’d founded, and he knew that Wang Chengjun was really asking on his brother’s behalf—some things were easier for Wang Chengjun to say.

Yu Miao was satisfied, smiling sweetly, “I’ll have someone deliver it at once.” With that, she went out to call for the meal.

“Your Majesty…” Su Mi’s face was drained of all color, her pale features etched with sorrow, her voice hoarse with grief. “I might as well die—our child, just like that…” As she spoke, tears traced down her jade-white cheeks.

Li Zhiyang’s expression remained impassive, but the man beside him was visibly displeased. Yang Zhi suspected that this man had a longstanding grudge with that young lord—and from the look of it, it ran deep! All the better to pile on the praise and seize the chance to slander the young lord.

“You only need to keep Yinzhen’s heart close. From what I see, you’re already doing very well—Yinzhen’s mind is entirely on you now,” Lady Tongjia comforted Wanru.

The countdown had begun to meeting Nancy’s parents, and Li Zhiyang grew ever more anxious, unsure whether his future in-laws would be easy to get along with.

“Master, Bai Piaopiao has made all the preparations. With the help of the tree spirit, they are now ready for both offense and defense!” the great parrot replied.

She then turned to look at Li Zhiyang, who mimicked George’s earlier gesture—spreading his hands and shrugging. Even though Nancy hadn’t asked, he truly didn’t know what to say.

No matter how bright her smile, how dazzling her presence, her feelings for you were always harsh and cold.

In theory, if they face Real Madrid or Barcelona, their chances of winning aren’t great. Liverpool looks more like the opponent everyone hopes to draw.

Qiongqiong gazed quietly at Li Liang. Over the past eight months, Li Liang had undergone a tremendous, almost unimaginable transformation.

Meanwhile, Jiang Wei narrowed his eyes, unleashing all his defensive martial skills, including the Ninefold Thunder Battle Body.

“Hehehe! Brothers, I’ll send you my coordinates. If you’re in the capital, come over! These days, I’ve been run off my feet. Here’s some explosive news: Brother Fan apparently plans to stay in the capital for a while.”

From the way the battle unfolded, it was clear the enemy still wielded martial weapons, making it easy to deduce that they retained their human martial intelligence.

Once the Hellfire was conjured, the Demon Prince let out a thunderous roar. Instantly, the Hellfire surged forth like a tidal wave, sweeping toward the Pure Land Divine Emperor.

“Guangtong, you look troubled. I’m guessing you’re worried that Zhou Tianyang’s family has some powerful figure backing him up, aren’t you?”

At that moment, Tang Boling sighed deeply, his voice laced with equal parts resignation and anger.

Just then, Jiang Wei frowned slightly, about to touch the cave dwelling when the clatter of chains rang out from beneath his feet.

Indeed, these two—Bella and Zhong Junjie—were the ones who had escaped the Bloodletting King, but now they radiated a chilling, sinister aura. Clearly, King had done something to them.

Water Spirit Moon looked toward Yang Zhengxiong, noting the strange, indescribable smile on his face.

Following the path through the mausoleum’s underground palace, one could venture ever deeper, eventually reaching the very heart of the world.

Otoha’s sigh came from the depths of her heart—if only every girl in her harem were as sensible as Chizuru, she wouldn’t feel so repressed now.

The price was already quite good—about five hundred chickens per ton. Since Uncle Fang bought in bulk, the Eight Directions Village naturally gave him a discount, wouldn’t you agree?

Because Peaceful Village was so remote, the effect wasn’t obvious yet. But in the big cities, public criticism had already begun.

In the alley, behind the messenger, a military jeep was parked. Spring Moon glanced at the messenger, then at the distant horizon, said nothing, and silently walked away. Left behind, the messenger could only sigh, turn back to the vehicle, and drive off, leaving the eastern district behind.