Volume One, Chapter 55: My Lord, Your Servant Cannot Sleep

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The press release meticulously recorded every detail: names, times, locations, along with some fabricated information. At the end, it included a selfie of Xingyue Chu and the photo of her being dragged into a bathhouse by Lei Wei.

There was a knock at the door outside. The old gentleman cupped his ear to listen, confirming it was at his door. He put on a coat and peeked through the crack to see who it was.

Chen Mo nodded in agreement. He still chose to trust Linda. After all, in his current state, continuing to hold on was impossible; he could only leave it to fate.

This subtle, all-purpose form of polite refusal, combined with commercial flattery, again sparked a commotion in the audience.

The collapse happened in an instant. Although the Guardians still retained roughly intact combat capability, those entangled could hardly muster strength to support this place.

As for Purgatory Kyojuro and others not prioritizing aid to Nenka, it was because after Nenka caught up with Muzan, he had communicated with them through blood ties.

In the first round of the national championship, he scored 12 points and grabbed 4 rebounds, successfully leading the team to victory against Saint Joseph’s University.

After repaying the bank loan, Yingju Zhang used the remaining funds entirely to purchase a house in Chengzhong Garden, reducing the loan burden and greatly easing her pressure.

Fujii’s forced shift in the concept initially sounded somewhat reasonable but fell apart under scrutiny; yet as an excuse, it was barely sufficient.

Xu Feng was a conscientious entrepreneur. Although his factory went bankrupt, he did his utmost to place some skilled technicians in his friends’ factories, and gave severance pay to those he couldn’t accommodate.

The moment of the falling star shower was drawing near, yet he remained here, unaware of the situation. How unbearable that was.

“Heh, you’re quite magnanimous to let this go so easily,” Zhang Xiaolin forced a smile, which looked rather strained.

Tang Huanhuan’s strange expression unsettled Lu Chen deeply, but no matter what, he would not agree to this. Using one’s own weakness to attack another’s strength—wasn’t that just cunning?

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The sound of the knife scraping against the plate continued, and with it, Lu Chen successfully finished the first piece of steak.

At the same time, Yu Chen Ji knew his chance lasted only a few fleeting moments. After those moments, whether he shattered the massive hand or not, he would become extremely weak.

After receiving Shen Feng’s reply, the eighty-one Bronze Fighters said no more, all turning away and heading off into the distance.

Huo Chen waited patiently. Once Mu Wanqing arrived, all the truth would be revealed, and everything would return to how it was before.

Surprisingly, there were several chairs inside the roofless main hall. Li Zongliang and others solemnly offered incense to Leader Sun Datou and his group. Lady Sun returned the gesture, then allowed everyone to sit.

For the first time, he had asked a similar question with hope, but the cultivator shook his head regretfully and left in sorrow.

“It’s frozen in the refrigerator,” Li Wei said, just as a gust of wind seemed to blow towards the fridge.

As for the Xianbei, they increasingly showed signs of replacing the former steppe overlord Xiongnu, establishing themselves as the new northern hegemon, paying little heed to the Han court.

However, at the news of Yuan Shu’s death, the clan leaders of these noble families couldn’t help but feel some melancholy.

Ye Qiao’s delicate face bore unprecedented solemnity. Although these Horned Demon warriors were not as strong as others, if alive, they would be formidable regional powers. Even now, retaining only their killing instincts, they inflicted terrible harm on Luoying and Pei Yao.

The wedding banquet had lasted three days, but in heaven, that was three days while on earth, three years passed. The thirty-three days of heavenly time differed from earthly time, hence the saying “one day in heaven equals one year on earth.”

She had practiced alongside He Yuxiao and others for a day or two. Although she hadn’t yet cultivated true Qi, a faint sensation had awakened—just one final step remained. Ordinary people could never match her agility.

“Already stronger again! This is the power of the Martial Emperor!” Xingchen Meng clutched his chest, gasping. This was no ordinary strike; it carried a profound sword intent.

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On any ordinary day, facing such a demon legion, Xingchen Meng would have wiped out the enemy without hesitation. But now, surrounded by dozens of demon legions, if he was held back by some, other demon forces would encircle him, and he would surely be annihilated.

A casual palm strike suddenly erupted with a force exceeding a thousand juns, causing the void itself to tremble faintly.

Two days had passed since Li Wei and Sunny’s shopping excursion in Diagonal Alley. Following Hagrid’s advice, they had moved into the Broken Cauldron Tavern until the start of term.

Rumors long circulated in the martial world that the Pure Heaven Sect was a dark horse rising rapidly among cultivation schools, already strong enough to rival the Four Great Sects.

Song Xuxu was currently trailing behind her superior. As he fondled her shoulder, she subtly put some distance between them without arousing suspicion.

Song Shengsheng was unaware that while she enjoyed a peaceful confinement here, Song Jianghe’s situation was utter chaos.

The moment she stepped into the elevator, Jiang Jiu sensed a chill from behind and immediately turned her head.

Now he understood why the Imperial Grandfather said that poor performance meant demotion and salary cuts; so many aspired to official posts that if you didn’t want it, others would eagerly pledge loyalty and wag their tails.

Hong Fan shed his sand armor, ready to join the next battle ring, when suddenly the high-frequency sound of battle reached his ears.

When Xue Tao and Wang Zhongxing parted ways, they exchanged a few words. Xue Tao twisted her arm while heading toward Fang Ziye’s direction.