Volume One, Chapter 55: The Delicate Little Princess

In the midst of a silent standoff, a sudden urgent ring shattered the tense, ambiguous atmosphere. Shen Chaowu took a deep breath, smoothed her hair, and rummaged through her bag for her phone. On the screen was an unfamiliar number. Zhou Jingdu glanced at it. There was no name saved.

"Who is it?"

"I don't know." Shen Chaowu disliked answering calls from strangers and hung up without hesitation.

The next day, as expected, Dongfang Liuyun couldn’t get up. After working countless days and nights without proper rest, her body subconsciously acknowledged that today was a day off. She seized the opportunity to finally sleep in.

"Are you kidding? Who still has such old-fashioned rules nowadays?" Qian Jiayao was skeptical, but when she thought about this era—where even a debt of gratitude could lead to a marriage proposal, and a mere glimpse of feet might compel a man to marry—perhaps nothing was impossible.

What was even more terrifying was that, at this critical moment, Song Tao activated his ability. His eyes shone with a golden light, and his control over metal dramatically increased the force of the countless sharp bullets. The power of metal elements surged through every attack from all directions.

There was still time. Lan Qian, Ba Dao, and the others had to make their preparations for battle. The two most important tasks were to gauge the strength of the Xu Yan Sect and to gather all their own available forces.

Xi Xizhi sat in front of An Honghan, encircled by his arms. Seizing a moment when no one was looking, she pinched him hard.

Zhao Rujun was confident that in less than a month, she could make A Jian completely obedient to her.

After An Yunyi posed her question, Grand Tutor Zhao launched into a lengthy explanation, leaving all the children utterly bewildered.

In the midst of conversation, a sudden commotion erupted outside the carriage. The horses rearing the carriage let out a pained scream and bolted, causing the carriage to lurch violently. Caught off guard, Madame Cui and Madame Su were thrown from their seats.

Qian Yushan's mind was filled with the name that kept resurfacing, growing angrier the more she thought about it. A fleeting look of ferocity crossed her face.

The deeper they ventured, the fewer monsters they encountered. The sky became ever darker, so thick with clouds and dust that sunlight could no longer penetrate. In this region, there was scarcely any difference between day and night.

With great emotional pain, Lan Yize propped himself against the coat rack with one hand, his gaze falling silently, lips pressed together.

"Senior brother, I appreciate your willingness to step forward, but I don’t think it’s wise. You haven’t been trained. Diving into the water in a deep-sea suit is nothing like being on land. Your usual skills for subduing demons won’t work down there."

By now, Wang Lele had both hands pressed to her belly. Chen Ziyang made a snap decision: he unzipped her camouflage jacket and, with a Swiss Army knife, cut downward from her collar, slicing open the front of her clothes.

That frenzied voice of Jingxin echoed from within the wall of light, his mad laughter resounding from all directions, making it impossible to pinpoint his location. At this moment, Yu Huang had seen through Jingxin’s intentions, and his expression grew utterly grim.

The middle-aged man’s voice was deep and insidious, sending a chill down the listener’s spine.

After all, our company is newly established and our goals aren’t clear yet. Even if we sell albums, we’ll need to think about other ventures. It might be better to do something big right from the start.

With a low, rumbling voice, Mr. Long’s body trembled and staggered backward, each step sinking deep into the ground.

After all, Zhang Fan had already made tens of billions at the black market. This amount of money meant nothing to him.