Volume 1, Chapter 39: Crashing the Banquet

Zhou Jingru and Manager Wei hurried over, only to be greeted by the scene before them. Shards of broken ice nearly soiled Zhou Jingru’s white dress. Lifting her hem with extra caution, she gingerly approached the frenzied Xu Fengchuo. Her father was a military chief of staff, and she had heard him mention that those who had been to the battlefield often suffered from a form of post-traumatic stress. They would occasionally exhibit erratic behavior; she had been skeptical at first, but now it seemed her father was right. Perhaps Xu Fengchuo truly did have some hidden condition, which was why he had been suddenly transferred back from the front lines. But wouldn't that be even better? It played right into her hands. Xu Fengchuo had always possessed a refined and noble air...

He remembered that when he had first joined the army, Murong Qi was a spirited man who frequented high-end establishments. He might not have been a tycoon, but he was certainly a man of capability. He never expected that after only a few years, he would become like this.

We all knew it was Ya Medie’s voice. We wanted to stop her, but she had already let the insults fly.

“Let’s put that question aside for now! The top priority is to find a way to solve the food shortage.” Mu Chengru could not fathom why Mu Chenghu still had the heart to dwell on such things at a time like this.

Du Ligeng wondered, with Hua Shaoting and Hua Chenxi’s intelligence, it was impossible they hadn't considered this, so why were they still at such odds with Hua Tianxiong?

Su Yu felt incredibly awkward. Good heavens, they were all gathered here; was this the legendary "Universal Butler Liu"?

Huangjin Liuli danced her fingers triumphantly, her ten slender digits moving like sprites in the night sky—beautiful and full of danger.

Realizing that Li Hongjing was serious, the smile on An Lan’s lips faltered, and her phoenix eyes turned dark and gloomy.

Su Yu found Beiming Shuo’s gaze extremely uncomfortable; how to put it—it felt as if the man wanted to swallow him whole.

It was clearly a comical scene, yet amidst her calm and unhurried dodges, there was a strange sense of harmony.

They even sent private messages to Su Ran one by one, from the short video app to social media platforms and the program’s official account, leaving no stone unturned, all begging Su Ran not to sue.

Even though Wang Hao ignored the calls, each one still made his soul tremble and the blood in his body churn. The roaring sound exploded in his mind, ringing in his ears until it felt as if his brain would shatter.

Chu Yan was not annoyed by Su Ran’s lack of reaction; he simply leaned lazily against the backrest, mimicking Su Ran as he looked out the window.

Xing Zeyuan extended his fist—the one not bound by the Mo Star—which grew larger and larger in the eyes of the upward-gazing Louis Qiangmo. His tightly clenched knuckles were deathly pale, and his thrusting fist seemed as if it were about to carve out a new world.

Although the forces of the Fusang Kingdom had been repelled by Shi Xiao and his companions, they were likely already gathering strength in the shadows, intent on capturing them.

Su Ran’s smile was bright and brilliant, her clear eyes dazzling, and her radiant face looked both well-behaved and adorable.

“What? He is actually proficient in the art of formations?!” Leng Yan exclaimed, this situation clearly exceeding his expectations.

Yun Xing had always known that his parents were not kind-hearted, but he had never imagined they could be so absurd.

“Could he really be a hidden second-generation wealthy heir? Could he be some scion of a powerful family?” Li Chaoyuan’s expression was grave; from Sister Hong’s respectful attitude, it was clear that Shi Xiao’s identity was anything but simple.

“What do you mean I spoiled him? Which time did you not protect him when I tried to discipline him? And now you’re blaming me?” Fu Sheng turned to snap at Lin Fang.

Before long, two sets of ingredients were placed before them. Yun Yan really didn't know where to start; in the modern world, she would always order takeout rather than cook for herself.

“Fine, I’ll have someone do it,” Qin Yunyi said. She herself had once had to drink so much medicine that the roots of her tongue were bitter, leaving her longing for something else to eat.

Don't underestimate the twenty taels of silver Xu Changfeng had prepared; a standard low-grade spirit sword usually sold for over ten taels on the market, and twenty taels for a decent one was not unreasonable.

Once the business was concluded, Xiao Feng left the Mittel Auction House with Ya Fei. They traveled through the bustling center of the Imperial Capital, turned down a side path, and arrived at a quiet yet extremely luxurious courtyard.

Dong Luo waved his staff, and the giant ant was firmly controlled by his skill. I seized the opportunity to unleash my full output, while Zhao Gang, who had been maneuvering nearby, shook off the worker ants and reached the giant ant's rear. His dagger traced an arc through the air, landing on the queen’s abdomen, followed by a succession of attacks from Dong Luo.

“Casualties aren't heavy; only a few warriors from Muye Heyang and the Jinxin Medicine Valley died. Our team configuration is basically still intact,” Li Ying replied.

Then, gradually, a look of worry clouded her brow again. She knew Xiao Tingli had a point; after all, no one could guarantee that Jia Mengyan wouldn't cause her trouble again.

All those injured in this accident were arranged to be treated at the nearest Qingcheng City First People's Hospital. After the commotion caused by that family earlier, everyone knew the Lu family’s car was to blame for their misfortune. It was truly a disaster from the blue, so it was inevitable that there would be anger and resentment.

“Alright, you may go back. Roujia has been frightened today; take good care of her tonight and let her drink some calming tea before she sleeps,” Qi Congwen said.

“Oh, young master, the master didn't send you here to grit your teeth. He is still waiting for you to top the imperial examinations and bring glory to the ancestors,” Gu Ping said earnestly.

Qingluan’s body seemed weightless as she sat lightly astride Song Yun’s waist, her jade hands resting on his shoulders.

After getting close enough, Brother Badger finally sensed an unusual aura—very faint, yet it made him instantly invigorated.

“Wait for me, I’m going to get a bottle of red wine!” After saying this, Fu Shaomei returned to the kitchen once more. She carefully selected a bottle from her wine cabinet, opened it, and poured it into a decanter.

“Ye Mei, don’t add fuel to the fire. I have already said that Yun Xing has forged an unshakable martial heart; your actions are all in vain!” The young man in black, who spoke last, caused the expressions of the three to shift slightly.

Zheng Xiong would thoroughly investigate the ins and outs of this incident! Zhou Quan was acutely aware of this, and since he knew Zheng Xiong’s next move, the only thing left to do was respond. Zhou Quan didn't know if Zheng Xiong would actually go through with it, but regardless, he had to make full preparations.

Previously, both Wang Qing and the Eighth Prince had been cruelly murdered by Chong Qianjun, who even intended to use them as food—he was arrogant, domineering, and brutal.

Zhou Qing called out to Zhou Hu, telling him not to kick the man anymore; if he kept kicking, he might actually kill him.

Previously, the shadow of death had loomed over her, and Princess Linglong thought she was doomed, but she never expected to be saved by Chishui Liu at the very last moment.

After Xiang Minghua died, An Bang was left with two heartaches: one was whether Grandma Huang could be found and brought back, and the other was when Lian Cheng would recover.

“Damn it! I’ve had enough! If I’m going to die, I’ll die!” A malevolent ghost finally couldn't take it anymore and threw in the towel.

Watching Tang Qianqian squatting in front of the school gate, concernedly asking Duo Duo about her classes today, Tang Shiya stubbed out her cigarette.

Su Yi checked his injuries. It was clear that his feet were the most severely hurt, but after simple stabilization and bandaging, they had improved.