Volume 1, Chapter 37: Authorization to Establish a Manor, Renovating the Chief Clerk's Residence!

Teacher Wu looked at me, abashed, and nodded. I exited the classroom and walked down the hallway.

When those few stood in the lobby, a wave of gasps immediately arose. It was as if a massive, golden radiance shrouded them from behind, so dazzling that even as their eyes grew sore, they could not bear to look away.

His fingers brushed slowly across my skin. At this moment, I felt with crystal clarity that the clothes on my body were disappearing, layer by layer. I knew better than anyone what I was doing, yet I did not want to push him away, gradually sinking into the depths under his provocation.

And so, after waiting for quite some time, the mages finally confirmed that You Yitian had indeed left.

"Professor Ouyang, I believe the class monitor should be capable of everything. If one can be class monitor, one can certainly be the sports representative." Zhao Zhengce was deliberately looking for trouble; in this day and age, life was otherwise quite dull.

"Principal Zhao, you've arrived." Deng Qiaoqiao smiled charmingly, her manner so alluring that it stirred Zhao Zhengce’s heart.

"Indeed, it is the last knight, Wendell Wood. As for why I am seeking him—heh, I want him to deliver a grand gift to the Temple of Light." A hint of mockery laced the voice of Nicholas I.

The Dark Dragon charged with immense momentum. Reaching Lio, it slammed on the brakes, raised its right foot, and brought it down squarely upon him.

"I never imagined that reaching the level of a Quasi-Saint would be so easy." The words spoken by the Water God Gonggong would make many die of shame, though for Gonggong himself, it was simply the truth—an unalterable fact.

While the reverse was also possible—that they might strike outward to expand their territory—there are always mountains beyond mountains, and beyond those, other nations would covet the fertile, rich lands of the enemy. The sprawling mountain ranges were the nation's greatest safeguard; once a breach was opened, the country would be plagued by war for centuries to come.

I looked at Hero Xiao with suspicion, noticing him nod slightly at the sales clerk, as if giving a subtle hint.

His attention was entirely on Rong Xi, while Leng Yixiu, who sat beside her, remained deliberately silent simply to accompany her. Because it was dark, Zhou Jinyuan did not notice them at first, and thus failed to see the icy expression that crossed Leng Yixiu’s face when he referred to himself as "your master."

I was a few years his senior, yet he was already a department manager at a large conglomerate. Back then, I did not know he was the future successor to the Liang family, while I was merely a laborer who had just arrived in Jiangcheng from out of town.

"My lord?" the pimp ahead called out in confusion. He sensed that Zhou Mingzhe seemed different tonight, appearing perpetually preoccupied.

Mu Qing smiled without a word. He knew in his heart: if the family remained hidden in the shadows, what was the point of carrying on the lineage? It would not be too late to marry and have children once the Mu family could stand tall and proud again.

A flash of surprise crossed Dugu Shan’s face; only now did she realize that Li Si had long since seen through her true identity.

"Who do you think you are? You want to see our Chief Steward? I want to see our Chief Steward myself! Get lost immediately, or you won't need to walk away at all," the Snow Wolf Demon Guard declared loudly to the Black Tiger Demon King.

How could he be here? When did he appear? Did he... see what Lu Mochuan and I were doing?

"What happened? Was it checked? Why wasn't I told?" Min Jianing became immediately anxious.

Su Caiyin held a finger to her lips, gesturing for Qin Muran to be silent. Realizing this, Qin Muran clamped his mouth shut, though he followed her, consumed by curiosity.

If I used Taoist arts or other methods, I could handle these giant rats, but it would be counterproductive. After all, I came here to catch ghosts and wanted to secure first place. If I exhausted my Taoist energy on rats, wouldn't that be a waste?

"That’s because you don't understand who truly controls Skull Island," a childish voice drifted from not far away.

Just after arriving, I saw a black shadow hovering above the porcelain soup bowl. The shadow emitted a ghostly, dark light and took the form of a person. However, its manifested feet were planted inside the bowl, and though it struggled desperately to break free, its feet were stuck fast to the mush within.

As the sedan chair was lifted and swayed forward, Yu’er, having suffered so much at the Jingci Nunnery, now felt that the danger had passed. She relaxed, let out a yawn, and fell asleep.

Ye Kuang stood where he was, looking quite helpless. He watched the old men staring at him, the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

"Truly impressive," he praised sincerely, filled with anticipation for her mysterious skills.

"What?" Angela said offhandedly, her eyes never once looking at Hua Mulan, as if she held a grudge against her for what Sun Shangxiang had done.

"How can you be so sure that someone controlled a ghost to harm you? Could it be that you’ve done something shameful?" I continued to press.

"That Jade Spring Pool took a great deal of effort to create. Shall we go for a soak now? You will love it." As he spoke, his hand draped over her shoulder.

The corpse was hideous—its face a sickly green, its lips red as if dripping blood, its entire body withered, nothing more than skin stretched over bone.

Liu Yao was dead, and her heart had gone with him. From here on out, only a hollow shell remained.

"Fine! Since Brother Wang says so, then this matter shall be treated as a joke!" Di Lin remained unperturbed by Wang Putong’s self-satisfaction, maintaining his calm demeanor.