Volume 1, Chapter 23: The Little Golden Man

Ignoring the burly man's pig-like screams, Chen Yu naturally paid no heed to whether the man lived or died, turning instead to charge at another burly opponent. This was the moment he had been waiting for; if he couldn't shatter their fighting spirit now, the battle would drag on endlessly, losing all meaning.

There was little movement from the county committee side, as Qin Yang, mindful of Hu Zhongkai’s feelings, refrained from overreaching.

Regarding Wu Jie’s grand plan for advancement, impatience was inevitable. The sooner the teleportation array issue was resolved, the sooner he could leave. If it weren’t for the imminent all-server PK tournament, Wu Jie wouldn’t have been so eager to break free, for secret special maps were not always accessible at will.

Suddenly, a faint magical ripple emanated from the treasure chamber’s door. Sensing this, Allen swiftly gathered four secret boxes to his chest and melted into a shadow, slipping into the darkness beneath a table.

The young man’s gaze remained stern as he watched Qin Yang’s retreating figure, though a brief flash of surprise flickered unmistakably in his eyes.

Yet to our disappointment, the alliance of six guilds outside did not hold for long; within twenty minutes, they were completely wiped out! I shook my head helplessly. These guys had shown great tenacity and resilience against us—how had they suddenly become so fragile when facing the Temple of the Gods?

Suddenly, both men felt a stir within. Directly ahead of the carriage’s path, a familiar abyssal aura abruptly emerged. Looking up, a tall, familiar silhouette awaited them. Beside this figure were two slender forms accompanying him.

Chang Xi seemed to have aged several years; these days, he was constantly on guard, only daring to return to the imperial city after the Fifth Patriarch Qiu Biqiu arrived at the Holy Dragon Academy.

“Qingqing, you’re good in every way except that you’re picky and don’t like vegetables. I cooked the shredded carrots in broth, so there’s no raw taste—you must eat at least a couple of bites.” He said this as he scooped two generous chopsticks for her.

Gu Lingyun slurped a few times, finished the instant noodles, then lifted the bowl to drink every drop of soup before setting it down contentedly.

“As long as it exists, the risk of losing control remains! I have been abandoned more than once; that torment…” With these words, he swung his blade fiercely at the scythe, channeling the electric current into Qin Yan’s body.

These two blue pearls were quite miraculous—they repelled mosquitoes, instantly cooled water when placed in hot tea, and even emitted a faint glow in darkness.

After dinner, a talented servant came to Consort Qing’s palace. The two chatted leisurely, enjoying the conversation.

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After Zhou Zhengye recounted the entire situation to Huo Tingshen, the latter decided to first check with the hotel front desk to gather more information.

As the last words fell, the entire scene fell silent; save for the crunching of stones chewing food, no other sound remained. The innkeeper slowly set down the cup of wine that had been raised to his lips.

I was momentarily dazed, racking my mind to recall memories of him, but all I could remember were the endless days of abuse and humiliation at the Duke’s mansion—no trace of Fu Yucheng remained in my recollections.

If such a good opportunity presented itself, refusing it would surely arouse suspicion from the Xu family.

She suddenly fell silent, likely struck by a thought. She quickly lowered her gaze to the chessboard, staring incredulously at the piece I had just placed.

It seemed that Junqing wanted to enter the secret realm with her, and worried that she might take the good treasures inside, so these disciples hitched a ride with her. If something happened, Junqing would take action, while they could just lie back and reap the rewards.

Gathering herself, Xia Yun glanced at the time—there were only five minutes left before He Yuanyi finished school.

Yet the smile on his lips remained gentle and soft, as if the frenzied, obsessive man from last night was someone else entirely.

Seeing Junchen’s carriage arrive, like a bootlicker, he scampered over eagerly to open the door.

Tan Xue had been in a state of extreme excitement all night, seemingly insatiable. Fortunately, Qi Feiyang was young and strong, having cultivated internal energy; his physical condition far surpassed ordinary men. They kept at it until the early hours before finally collapsing into a drowsy embrace.

It should be noted that the Wood Spirit clan, under the combined pressure of the Divine and Demon tribes, had been shrinking in power. Unexpectedly, despite such circumstances, their distribution remained extensive—apparently, their intelligence was inaccurate.

Daxia’s three most prestigious high schools—Beihongtu, Nanchengye, and the Imperial University Affiliated High School—were gathering grounds for top scholars. Once admitted, students were virtually guaranteed to surpass the top-tier cutoff in the future college entrance exams.

Perhaps due to the morning ordeal, Fang Xing felt a sudden appreciation as he lifted his bowl to eat, realizing that being alive to enjoy a hot meal was a tremendous blessing.

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Her jade-green palace robes were fresh and elegant, delicate and lovely. Two embroidered butterflies on the hem seemed poised to take flight alongside her long eyelashes.

Witnessing this scene, Aunt Qiu Mei and Aunt Linglan, who had been hiding at several observation points within the courtyard, were instantly furious.

In truth, preserving one’s life was not difficult; the simplest way was bribery. As the saying goes, money talks. Though primitive, this method never failed.

The multicolored light shone with intense penetrative power, dyeing the entire sky in a radiant spectrum.

Before the competition began, they had all complained about Liu Xin’s decision to register them for such a contest.

Without the safety talisman, Yue Keran wouldn’t dare imagine if she could still be alive now.

Though it sounded simple, the operation was quite challenging. Without long practice and repeated drills, it was impossible to master.

“I really envy you for having such a master. But why were you still expelled?” Yuan Fang questioned Guo Peiqing, puzzled that despite inheriting martial arts from the Wine Poet and training under his guidance, she was still cast out.

Huang Xin, seeing comrades who had been joking moments before suddenly fall dead, naturally became highly alert.

If other team members learned that Tang Hao was using matches as practice, they would surely hammer him.

“Why do you think we can’t defeat that Ghost-Eyed fellow? What martial arts does he have that surpass ours?” Lei Xiaotian could not understand the man’s words at all.