Volume One, Chapter 37: The Villainous Siblings in an Invincible-Hero Novel — The End

Duan Ting, dressed in white, sat in his wheelchair with a faint, inscrutable smile. The Prince’s guards stood in a line beside him, effectively blocking Lady Bao’s path.

"The Commander is in poor health. The Third Young Master cannot return for the time being." The Fifth Concubine and Shen Daiwan were panic-stricken. These were matters that Qiao Ziheng’s trusted maid could easily uncover, so Qiao Ziheng did not hide them.

His face remained entirely devoid of emotion. With the detached air of an outsider, he elegantly and coldly shut the door.

Yun Hua looked over. It was not a matter of anything spreading outward; rather, new black vapors had emerged, drifting across the surface of the lake like thick, dark mist.

Ever since the embarrassment at Lin Wanying’s birthday party, Xia Anduo had not seen Huo Yingying for some time.

Shen Nuo, naturally aware that they were merely craving the delicious fish, allowed them to enter.

The photograph used was a professional headshot taken when Shu Hui was honored as an outstanding teacher. It had been taken years ago, but every time an award required a photo, she used that same one.

Bai Zhiyun had no idea at this moment that Shen Nuo had already rescued nearly everyone inside; she simply assumed they had all been "digested."

The old master was truly furious this time, yet he had no outlet for his rage. At a time like this, whoever stuck their neck out would surely perish. Who would be foolish enough to offer their head to the old master’s blade?

Hao Ren grabbed her. "Where are you going?" He was deeply uneasy about Tu Hengsha rushing out like that.

It was not that she was fleeing in a panic; rather, she had seen all there was to see for now. Whatever remained could not be discerned in such a short time and would have to wait for another day.

In the underworld of Qian City, the Heaven and Earth Society had built quite a reputation. Both the Headhunter Gang and the Green Dragon Hall were wary of them, and during Lin Rui’s coma, they had not dared to launch any attacks, keeping things quiet and orderly.

There were no streetlights in the vicinity, and to make matters worse, the shopkeeper’s car was painted a deep, pitch black, making it exceptionally difficult to track.

A thought crossed my mind: I wanted to re-enter the grand formation to see if I could return to the spot where I had first arrived. But I dared not, for I sensed the presence of my three senior brothers heading toward this location. My priority now was to find them.

"Don't move. If you move again, I will not favor you." Lin Canghai felt something stirring against him. In his dream, he was an emperor, possessing a harem of three thousand beauties.

"The Yin Plaque is a key—a key to another world. I heard that there are dragons in that world," Baseng whispered, his voice low against my ear.

Because the man had already entered the departure lounge, even though he had pulled his hat low, Lin Canghai recognized the familiar silhouette. The man before him was none other than Ichiro Ono.

It took me a week to understand the various corporate structures in China—state-owned, state-private partnerships, private joint ventures, private-foreign collaborations, state-foreign partnerships, and so on.

This was, to some extent, an inherited trait from his father: if one must seek, one must seek the best; settling for mediocrity was never an option.

"Sir, what should we do!" Bing Qingya was already surrounded. And now, even more of them had risen to their feet.

"The hospital’s reputation is easy to investigate; you can learn that from the local residents. But the kindness of the staff—how do you plan to discern that?" Dr. Wu asked.

For Zi Chen, his rapid rise had not been long in the making. Having long dwelled at the very bottom of the cultivation world, the notion of "martial arts as inferior" had not taken root in his bones.

When they looked again, they saw a hand gripping the other side of the door bolt, pulling it back with all its might. Though both men told themselves not to look back, they could not control their heads, which turned as if possessed by a ghost.

At that moment, they heard footsteps approaching from the distance, the sound of doors being smashed in house by house, and the loud, shouting voices of the ghost messengers.

Ignoring the ringing in their ears, the crowd stared in astonishment at the makeshift dueling arena.

Returning to Nangong Linyi’s estate, Nangong Linyi went to bathe first, while Ouyang Yingqi played on the computer in the bedroom.

"Master Chai, you are too polite. Wuyou only moved her lips to speak; it can hardly be called a waste of time," Liu Wuyou said graciously. Uncle Chai, knowing she was being modest, felt a smile touch his eyes as he spoke.

Under Ouyang Momo’s manipulation, the blood-red sedan chair was carried by fierce ghosts who ignored the angles of the walls, treading upon the surfaces as if walking on flat ground as they strode toward the exit.

The guards were at a loss. At this moment, those stationed at other posts heard the commotion and came to investigate. Seeing the appearance of the Ox-Head and Horse-Face, they were stunned into silence. After a quick consultation, they decided to report the matter to the Mongols.

At dawn, as the plants exhaled a crisp, cool fragrance, Yu Ziqian slowly opened her eyes. She felt a beam of warm light shining upon her.

Wu Jin exerted all his internal energy, circulating it through his veins to push the agility of the Purple-Gold Python to its limit. Xiahou Haotian, unable to break through after repeated attacks, grew increasingly impatient, while Wu Jin became only more composed.

In truth, I left of my own volition because I received news that my child was in the Ghost Realm, and the girl as well. I had no choice but to seek them out. When the Ghost King Ming Xing saw me arrive this time, he smiled. Today, he was dressed like the most dashing young nobleman of the mortal world.