Volume One, Chapter 47: Evening Dinner

Liu Wanyun felt a mixture of irritation and panic in her heart.

She was terribly afraid that she might be falling for Lin Yu.

She hurriedly shook her head to banish Lin Yu's figure from her mind, and drove straight to a high-end restaurant named "Taste of Life."

Meanwhile, in a private booth at the restaurant, two men and a woman were already waiting for Liu Wanyun.

Upon seeing Liu Wanyun arrive, the three of them quickly stepped forward to greet her.

The two men were:

Xie Yibin, whose family ran a massive stone materials business.

Bi Junzhuo, whose family was in the logistics business and had a bit of money.

They had been college classmates with Liu Wanyun and Bei Nijia, and their relationship was quite good.

Furthermore, Xie Yibin had always regarded Liu Wanyun as his unattainable white moonlight, and also...

"Don't tell me all that. Do you think I'd believe your letters? Demon King. Heh. A mere few Demon Kings. How could you possibly have the audacity to conspire against Blood Fiend City. I believe that as long as Lord Cangyun makes a move, let alone ten Demon Kings, even a hundred would be powerless against you," Phantom said, flicking her red sleeves.

Bahuang's figure instantly transformed into a stream of energy that merged into Xiao Chen's body. High up in the sky, Xiao Chen immediately sat cross-legged in mid-air and began absorbing the blood essence power of the Dragon Soul.

For the young members and peripheral members, the guessing game tournament was their only opportunity to leap over the dragon's gate, but choosing to place such an opportunity in the hands of ethereal luck was also terribly cruel.

Therefore, Muzi Qi harbored a deep grudge against Shui Mingkong and Lu Fan. Before leaving, he even dropped harsh words that at the Dan God Convention a few years later, he swore he would outshine both Shui Mingkong and Lu Fan.

From some of the tents, a number of soldiers covered in mud crawled out. The dirt on their armor and the pungent smell of sweat on their bodies were actually much more stifling than anyone else's, causing the mess sergeant in charge of the military's public bathhouse to curse up a storm.

The only one who was probably happy was Selimu Zhuoer. Staring at the slightly curved corners of her mouth beneath her transparent veil, Yuan shot her a murderous glare.

"Brother Muhua... He's not some riffraff, he's Mo Fan, the number one in the World College Tournament," Dongfang Lie spoke up.

As for Li Jie's other uncles and elder relatives, aside from Li Yuanjing in Tianzhu who was officially enfeoffed as the Prince of Jing, the rest were not mentioned much. Most of Li Jie's relatives were already princes in the Great Tang, so there was no need for Li Jie to waste any more official stipends on them.

Yet Lu Fan merely gave a gentle twist and evaded all the sword lights. Judging by Lu Fan's current speed, these swords were simply far too slow.

Now that he had some leisure time, he began pondering the matter of the Soul Hooking Palace. Recently, the Soul Hooking Palace had been terrifyingly quiet. Even though he had arranged manpower to occupy Garden Street and even reported Garden Street to openly designate it as the territory of the Demon Suppressing Hall, the Soul Hooking Palace showed not the slightest reaction, as if they had vanished into thin air.

Upon hearing his father's words, neither of them brought up Lasevia again. Clearly, Dusela was indeed protecting Lasevia.

"Of course." Did Gu Yangchen have a persecution complex? He was acting all paranoid. Although An Luochu found it boring, she didn't want to bicker with him—who asked her to be in such a good mood?

Looking again at those three talismans, they were also crafted using ancient techniques and were very delicate. Ordinary people could use them too, but they were far too low-level. In the realm of the paranormal, they were probably at the level of conjuring a small ball of water to scrub the floor, likely left over from the battlefield—in the midst of cruel warfare, only such "useless" talismans could survive.

After careful consideration, he decided to dispatch a small force to pin down the garrison of Essen while committing the main force to directly confront the coalition forces. As long as they could halt the advance of the coalition forces for a month, reinforcements from the Boston Empire would arrive, and they would essentially have won the greater part of the war.

The people at the table also figured out some tricks of the game. When it was Mingxian's turn, he glanced at the dice and called out, "Thirteen sixes."

Thank goodness, Aunt Xu muttered in her heart. If not for Luoyu's attitude, the An family and the Mo family would probably have long become enemies, or at least not friends. Now, regardless of anything else, at least things still looked acceptable on the surface.

Chen Yue had never been a man of many words. Facing Yang Liuer's goodwill, he simply uttered a brief "Mrs. Yang, you are too polite," and proceeded to eat his breakfast as if no one else was around.

Under Nong Ning'er's meticulous care, Chen Yue's health grew better and better, and she relished the warmth that belonged to Bai Nishuang.

She truly was a bastard. An Luochu's hand holding the sticky note trembled slightly; the events of that night were increasingly turning into her nightmare. Yet since he said he would resolve it all at once, An Luochu, despite harboring some misgivings, was still quite tempted. Therefore, she attended the appointment on time.

In order to successfully reunite with Yi Zixian, Hua Tian chose to elevate his own cultivation realm first. To Hua Tian, the Return to Truth Realm had once been a goal so longed for yet utterly out of reach. But after rolling and crawling in the world of cultivation for so many years, Hua Tian ultimately relied on his firm willpower and decent luck to elevate his cultivation to the Enlightenment Realm.

The castle gates opened, and cannon shells rained down. The fierce bombardment nearly blasted the Three-Eyed Giant Lord to death.

Fortunately, the system had clearly provided the recipe for creating the Fengnan Lake silt. One could artificially manufacture the Fengnan Lake silt through a mixing method. The added components alone numbered over a hundred.

Seeing this bizarre scene before them, the previously somewhat noisy summit of the Vast Mountains instantly fell silent.

"Your Majesty, please don't be like this. If His Late Grandfather's spirit in heaven knew, he wouldn't want you to carry on like this. You mustn't cry yourself sick..." Zhou'an's voice drifted out from the side hall.

Current crackled across the ground, and even the imperial guards were implicated, caught in the aftershocks and paralyzed in body.

This old man was disheveled and covered in grease. At first glance, his garments appeared pitch-black, but upon closer inspection, some edges and corners retained tiny patches of white that had not turned black.

The giant-scaled fish was prepared by Cai Zhengquan into various gourmet dishes served on the table. In the end, Cai Zhengquan even showed a stroke of originality by using the fish meat to make a dessert—fish meat ice cream.

Therefore, he swallowed the unsaid half-sentence directly back into his stomach. It wasn't that he was being overly dramatic, but rather that Xiaoyi was simply too intelligent. That excessive level of intelligence made him feel somewhat alarmed most of the time.

Because even a Great Luo Golden Immortal would find it extremely difficult to correct a dislocation of time. While local time dislocations were relatively easy to resolve, a dislocation affecting the entire world required far too much effort. A Great Luo Golden Immortal would certainly never bother with such tedious matters; besides, the universe would eventually correct itself anyway.

The person who hurts you the most will always be the one closest to you; those indifferent strangers can never truly break your heart.

Zhang Song cast a brief glance. Although Fa Zheng held a high official rank, he had accumulated influence for too short a time, and his residence was far inferior to the Zhang family's.

Facing the direction of the sinkhole and the bright moon hanging above it, she bowed three times, then set off together with Yong Yueying.

Huixiu was fated to undergo this trial, and so Huixiu resolved to leave and seek care elsewhere. The former affliction was caused by the First Emperor, the Emperor of Through the Ages and the Son of Heaven; to be cherished by such a person was her glory. Even though Huixiu was now utterly destitute, it was still Huixiu's fortune.