Chapter 37: Vexation

It is said that because craftsmen in ancient times held such a lowly status, many unscrupulous employers would bully them relentlessly and withhold their wages. When filled with deep resentment, these craftsmen would retaliate during construction by practicing "Yansheng," a form of sorcery that involved burying specific objects known as "suppression items" within the building.

Damn, Tang Seng previously appointed two deputy sect leaders and an elder. Could it be that he intends to make me a deputy sect leader as well?

Tang Seng called out tentatively, feeling somewhat dazed. I am but a mere mortal; can I truly have a disciple who dared to wreak havoc in the Heavenly Palace?

"If they wanted to help, they would have done so already instead of just watching the spectacle. The Ren family's background is too formidable; it's better not to drag any more innocent people into this," Yang Baolian thought to herself, choosing not to seek help from Wang Hao.

Feng Lin had already reached the Blood-Refining realm, allowing him to see his surroundings clearly even in places without light.

Knowing that the Führer’s pressure had increased significantly of late, Paulus did not say much and proceeded to report in a submissive manner.

Therefore, the root cause lies here: as the leader of the Emei Sect, he has disrupted the fundamental principles that the sect should have upheld most firmly.

Held in Lin Tian’s arms, Bai Shishi gazed at his chin and the way his eyes looked ahead.

Her face flushed a deep red, the color spreading all the way to her hairline. She stared at the man, her eyes darkening; they flickered for a moment, turned pitch black, and then welled up with uncontrollable rage.

"Is that so? But no matter how badly she was injured the day before, she would be full of vitality the next day. I fear it is not that simple," Da Tan remarked.

The examinees were not yet official members of the Dragon Group. Only after passing certain tests could an applicant officially join the organization.

No wonder she had that expression when they met. To avoid offending Li Si, she decided it was best not to continue any further.

Ye Feng declined the celebration party Abramovich had prepared for him and drove home alone. After a tiring day out, home was the place where he felt most secure and relaxed.

The ball's momentum was finally halted, but... the Olympic Stadium remained silent. Like Dong Xin before him, he had blocked the ball with his face.

"Chen Kai, this necklace is an heirloom. I think it would be more appropriate for you to place it on your fiancée yourself. I cannot accept it!" Mo Yuqi said with a faint smile, politely refusing Chen Kai and the rare, precious diamond necklace.

Why were there mind flayer larvae here? As the Drow pondered this, several Minotaurs collapsed. Their massive axes offered no protection once tentacles were implanted in their skulls; the weapons simply crashed to the ground, signaling the danger to their comrades who had not yet been attacked.

If she provoked them and they distributed those videos, would she have any path left to survive in the country?

However, she remained somewhat wary of the elders in the main branch, especially Old Madam Yu, who had always prioritized the main branch’s interests. She feared the woman might not be willing to trouble herself with arranging her return to her hometown, but would more likely insist she wait and travel back with everyone else.

'Forced attack!' The four words suddenly echoed in Wang Ping's mind. He knew that the Grizzly and the Sirius were weapons within the same alliance; could it be that to prevent friendly fire, the Sirius would not engage the Grizzly unless a forced attack was initiated?

As soon as Wu Kai finished speaking, everyone present fixed their gaze on his face, wearing expressions of disbelief as if waiting for something to happen.

Neither of the two minded Gu Changfeng wasting time; they had just finished a battle themselves and needed a moment to recover, allowing their enemy to enjoy a final, fleeting bit of warmth.

Gu Changfeng felt fortunate that his God of War Record provided a protective barrier of magical energy, defending him so tightly against the fine, mist-like poison that he remained completely unaffected.

He wanted to see what kind of person this Su Ziyu was, to have driven away the sleepiness of Fourth Master Ji.

Though he believed his son’s words, Yun Xinglian remained skeptical about Gu Changfeng’s status as a general of the Imperial Guard. Nevertheless, he dared not be negligent; after all, he lacked the courage to directly antagonize someone capable of easily slaughtering seven bloodline-awakening demon experts.

Now, the only thing she could do was wait at the Ji residence for Shen Chu to plead with Ji Li, hoping he would then secretly help her leave the country.

She reached up to stroke the tear mole at the corner of her eye, frowned, stood there for a moment, and then turned to leave, leaving Jiro standing at the door in utter confusion.

Chunfeng, who had been standing there like a statue, immediately walked over to Sheng Ruosi and handed her the phone.

Suddenly, a desolate sound of a horn echoed over the war-torn, dilapidated fortress. The sound was all too familiar to the soldiers of both armies, as it signaled the beginning of another day of death.

To be able to extract so much accurate information from a single glance—the reputation of a late-stage master of the Dao was truly well-deserved.

"What do you think the Chinese police are doing? Why did they leave two people behind?" the observer asked.

Returning home that night, Lin Xiaoxiao hurriedly finished her homework and, while Su Qingyu was soaking in his medicinal bath, filled out the form. Because her memory had been failing her lately, she had to fill it out with rough estimates.

Recalling the ten-thousand-degree temperatures of the planet's surface during the day, Xiong Qi shuddered. No matter how sturdy the Magic Cube's armor was, it would be instantly reduced to nothingness by such an insurmountable, super-high heat.

Leng Yihan held the unconscious Su Luoman, then looked at Guihai Mingyue, who was covered in wounds in Li Feng's arms, and the wretched state of the Lotus Courtyard. He tilted his head toward the clear blue sky and let out a harrowing, piercing cry.

Indeed, their current location was still in the central square of the current sector, so it was still within the "Inner Circle."

"When we left yesterday, I already sent people to install cameras in their hallway," Su Qingyu said in a calm tone.

Yan Qing obediently followed behind Gao Mohan, feeling extremely uncomfortable being stared at by the crowd like a monkey on display.