Volume One, Chapter 63: My Name is Meng Xingyi

Tonight’s banquet, Shen Chaowu was undeniably the center of attention. She became the focal point of everyone’s conversations. Unlike the others in resplendent gowns and dresses, she wore a silk slip as pale as water, its delicate straps tracing her shoulders and making her skin glow like jade. Her figure was slender but not overly frail, possessing that perfectly balanced allure. She could easily stir a man’s restless desire for conquest. That included Meng Xingyi, a second-generation son of the Meng family. He held a lit cigarette between his fingers, leaning against the edge of the dance floor, his legs crossed slightly. His handsome features were fully revealed under the bright lights. Meng Xingyi was of the same generation as Shen Xingchen—both considered juniors among the scions of the elite families.

Whenever she closed her eyes, the scenes of being strangled and pushed down the stairs replayed endlessly like a carousel. Sensing a sharp murderous intent, Qin Menglan felt a surge of dread. With a thought, countless scarlet tendrils wove into a net, descending upon Chiyou’s head.

Ouyang Qian was startled. Such words were usually reserved for the military or police—could this place be a military base? “I’m afraid you wouldn’t answer even if I asked,” Jing Yuchen said with a pout, looking aggrieved and sweet, like a child denied candy. “Rather than bring up painful memories, I’d rather wait until you wish to tell me.”

Still, something needed to occupy the time; otherwise, it would drag on unbearably. Su Qianqian suggested visiting a nearby shop with ethnic specialties from Yunnan, filled with unique crafts.

“That’s more like it. If I threatened you, it’s only because you threatened me first. Haven’t you heard the saying, ‘ginger gets spicier as it ages’? You’re my sister, but you’re younger—how could you hope to outmatch me?” the white-haired youth declared triumphantly.

“Is there any problem?” Ziyun Yuan asked, concern clouding his gaze as he looked at Murong Tianlan. He wasn’t worried that Yi Qi and Yi Meng would kill Murong Tianlan, but feared they might harm her in his absence; after all, Yi Qi and Yi Meng could become killing machines without him.

“It seems—it’s been a long time since so many people gathered to eat together,” Old Man Wuyu blurted out instinctively.

“Heh, I’ll be waiting!” Ziyun Yuan smiled lightly, and everything before his eyes shattered like a broken mirror.

Yu Dayong shook hands enthusiastically and said, “Perfect, I wanted to consult you. Let’s have a couple of drinks at home and enjoy ourselves!”

After speaking, Bai Ying dragged me along again, but this time the Daoist didn’t follow, instead watching Bai Ying with a distracted expression. Half Jar, seeing Bai Ying pull me away, rounded a corner and followed. It had no consciousness—once given an order, it was determined to carry it out.

Just as Jia Nan was about to leave his sage mode, he sensed something strange in his mind, followed by a thunderous crash. His brow furrowed; he had never experienced anything like this before.

Romilox and Huomido had known each other for five years. Over time, their bond deepened, becoming almost like brothers. They were punished together, progressed together. Though they often disagreed, they never let each other stray, always correcting one another immediately.

After tidying up, I went upstairs for a shower. Exhausted, I couldn’t bear to think about those matters any longer. Lying in bed, I wished for a sleep that would never end, for peace and worry-free days hereafter.

Jia Nan found himself in a state of chaotic nothingness, devoid of sensation—a perception akin to witnessing firecrackers explode in an ordinary person’s eyes.

Each step away from this place made his scalp tingle, as if leaving a cozy nest only to tumble into a cold, dark abyss. What was this place, really?

She answered patiently, explaining gently to Manager Yang, who was pacing irritably, at a loss for what to do.

When Shi Tu heard Jia Nan mention Li Shengzhong, his first thought was the Li family, but Jia Nan quickly shook his head. The Nightmare System issued him a task, and Jia Nan assigned tasks to Shi Yuan and the others as well.

Liu Xin’s mood brightened the moment I spoke to her, all her earlier dejection vanishing—truly, she had a child’s temper.

It felt as though something inside Ye Tian shattered, as if his strength had broken through some restraints. His power entered the Transformation stage.

Chu Se didn’t open her eyes, pursed her lips, slapped away Jiang Yunji’s hand pinching her ear, muttered twice, then rolled over and drifted off into deep sleep.

“If it’s about sensory spirit arts, then we’ll need contractors skilled in hearing, sight, or smell. That shouldn’t be too hard to find—I have some people under me who specialize in these arts,” Liu Fei asked in confusion.

One of her lovers worked as a servant for the Wei family, so she learned bits and pieces about their relationships from her.

Su Bai was utterly shocked—his master was truly extraordinary. Just by looking, he could discern how many types of pet powers Su Bai possessed. He’d have to eat more purple sparrow tea fruit to balance things out.

Tang Chuyun’s gaze darkened, his thumb brushing her lips, his expression inscrutable, leaving others guessing at his thoughts.

Suddenly, the spinning seal became like a black hole, absorbing all nearby energy and Ye Wenqin’s soul power.

“Good brother, your sister didn’t dote on you for nothing—I brought gifts for all of you. Wait here; I’ll go get them,” Zhuang Qi said, rising to fetch the presents.

Li Qiang carefully counted—almost every star in the Star Realm had been thoroughly occupied by the players.

When visiting hours ended, Ding Hai escorted Yi Ju’an and Xiang Wan out of the hospital. Ding Hai drove his recently dented car—a little caved in, but not serious—which eased him somewhat.

The room’s atmosphere had reached a certain level of intimacy. Just then, Zhang Li’s phone rang, displaying a call from Ling Baoguo.

Zhou Hao wasn’t about to let himself suffer. Though he caused the trouble and the Wan Yan family’s cultivators came for him, with no evidence and by flashing his Sun Peak core disciple identity, they wouldn’t dare kill him—at least, not without proof that he’d slain Wan Yan Tao.

Old Feng and I didn’t linger. After a brief farewell, we quickly turned and rushed after Li Xu and Ye Xin, who were already leaving.