Volume One, Chapter 51: A Text Message From Myself

The two of them arrived together at the dining place. As soon as they entered the private room, they saw Shang Lu and Li Qingran were already there. Professor Jin, honored as the distinguished guest sitting in the middle, beamed at them. “Ninth Lord, you won’t blame me for making decisions on my own, will you?” he said. “I’m mainly interested in the design plans both your families submitted. I thought we should sit down and discuss them together.”

Beads of sweat glistened on his handsome face, tracing the refined lines of his jaw and flowing into his alluring collarbone. Suddenly, Qingyue’s mood shifted from dejection to anticipation. Before anyone could recover, she spoke.

A distillery in Chonghua District had changed hands, as had a residence in Shengye District—the new owner for both was Zheng Peng. Akaburi Tomomi’s words had implied the same: if Seigaku won one match and lost another, their side might be able to reverse the situation, increasing their chances of victory.

Yae Sakura remained kneeling on the ground, gazing at the teacup placed by the bedside. With desolate eyes, she gently touched her own face. Luo Ahua asked no further questions, not even bothering to wash her face. Holding the clearance token in one hand and activating a teleportation charm with the other, she hurried to headquarters.

Qianwan approached the carriage, her cheeks flushed a delicate crimson. A faint blush colored her exquisitely beautiful face, captivating to the extreme.

In a flash, he recalled the legends surrounding Fengdu City—some eerie, some ethereal. One such tale concerned one of Fengdu’s city lords: it was said that among the lords of Fengdu, one hailed from the demon realm, a great demon possessing miraculous healing arts, revered even by the Demon Emperor.

When Sizhu stepped outside, the sky was already clear. Everyone was celebrating, saying a divine being had driven away the strange winds.

As the saying goes, a mental ailment needs a mental remedy. This matter left Ling helpless; aside from staying by Hanlai’s side all day, she had nothing else to occupy her.

“You old fool, don’t get cocky. I’ll wait for you to apologize to me,” Lu Feifei replied, neither humble nor overbearing, a cold smile at the corner of her lips.

Thus, at some unknown point, Zhang Yue had begun to resent Ye Zitong. She was eager to see what Ye Zitong looked like now.

Jiang Chen was walking outside Magic City University when a clear, pleasant voice sounded behind him.

“No!” Lu Feifei’s tone turned cold, her expression serious, black eyes locking onto Lu Xuexin’s.

Yiben, Pei Shiyin called out to Cheng Yiben in her heart. In such a perilous situation, he was the first person she thought of—not Lei Shen.

A wave of sorrow instantly washed over Shi Shaoqin, enveloping him in loneliness—at once cruel and yearning.

“Alright, I’ll go with you,” Lin Jian said, then opened the car door and sat in the black sedan without a second thought.

“If you want to take them home, your emperor must prepare lavish gifts. I hear the two of you are highly valued in your country,” said Zhou Da after dealing with the men in black and having Bai Dingshan bandage her wound.

“I’ll ask you one last time, do you truly wish to do battle here?” Qiu Qin suddenly spoke again.

“No, I have to go home and ask properly!” An Lihui declared, then vanished in a flash.

Without question, compared to everything else in the world, the ‘flower’ of the crabapple was her greatest love. She had secretly kept a petal from years ago, embedded it in glass to make a beautiful pendant—the glass crabapple pendant now in her hand.

The old hunter sheathed his blade and retreated swiftly, pressing one hand to the ground to set another beast trap before him, then drew a short bow and released two arrows in quick succession.

Zhao Hua launched the Ghost Immortal Carefree Step, his body a streak of light, instantly circling behind Ji Hongchen. With a knee strike, Ji Hongchen screamed and flew forward.

“Since you put it that way, I’ll leave this matter in your hands,” You Yu finally decided, then left with his deputy to make preparations.

The hunter clenched his teeth and placed twenty-five gold coins. After Shao Han confirmed the deal, the hunter added a ring.

“This concept is hard to define.” McLaren shook his head with a bitter smile. “Theoretically, only five percent come to Z.”

At that moment, two golden lights streaked across the sky, repelling the myriad strange flames. The besieging beasts were instantly reduced to ashes. Ze Yan, dressed in white, hovered mid-air, holding Ruoli in his arms, with Qi Yu beside him, stepping on seven-colored clouds.

Ma Ming said, “Wu Jun has too few troops and dares not fight. Since the land route is blocked, perhaps Your Majesty could try the water route?”

The assembled troops took another road, moving in grand procession towards the palace, cheered by the crowds lining the way.

With a hiss, the arrow easily pierced the thick metal hull of the transport ship, then shot straight into the cockpit without pause. The ship jerked, then exploded with a thunderous roar.

Dense clouds of demonic energy gathered in the sky like a swarm of locusts, blotting out the sun and covering the entire region for a hundred miles.

Wang Yun watched his father’s cheerful demeanor, especially after his own return, with a smile on his face.

As time passed, the base’s special location and protective shield kept out the massive hurricane. As long as they stayed inside, they were safe from its destruction.

The others remained silent, the atmosphere unbearably oppressive, until after four o’clock, when the terrifying sandstorm gradually subsided. The sky brightened, with the sun hanging in the northwest.

This voice caused Wang Yun’s expression to change dramatically. It was spoken by a Holy Underworld King standing beside Zuo Ming. At that moment, this king had removed his skull mask, revealing a hideous, lifeless face with bulging eyes—utterly horrifying.

In the Cui family’s main hall, Zhe was haggling with several merchants. Both sides argued until their faces were red and necks strained. Ignoring decorum, Zhe rolled up his sleeves and bounced about like a great monkey.

Nevertheless, he did have skills; three years ago, he had already reached the half-master level, his mastery of Tai Chi extraordinary.

When the storm finally subsided, Wu Yu quickly withdrew his fist. He had intended to humiliate Mu Li, but upon seeing that the latter was unharmed, his eyes widened in astonishment.