Volume One, Chapter 72: Master Chen Passes Away, and the First and Third Branches Shift the Blame

Suddenly darting from the sidewalk onto the road—was this person out of their mind? Did they not value their own life? The ancient monsters, awoken after ages of sleep, knew nothing of the surface world beyond the endless abyss. Because of his advanced age, Green Paradise paid particular attention to him, this “elderly man.”

Though their acquaintance was brief, Yun Yao confided in him with heartfelt words, and Sun Yu regarded her as a kindred spirit. If negotiations between them broke down and conflict arose, whom should he support? On the morning of the FVG exhibition, Yui Aragaki dressed with care and set out for Shimizu Pond Park near her home, where she met her junior, Umika Kawashima.

Beyond that, Hiroshi Okada noticed that Qin Han’s record over the past two years was filled with dazzling achievements, both professional and personal, leaving no flaw or weakness for others to exploit. Chen Jiao Jiao poured a drink for Xiao Qing, smiling at him without speaking, propping her chin and gazing at him with adoration as he ate.

With a ferocious glare, bared teeth, and crimson stains across its back, the Labrador resembled a beast returning from hell, sending chills through Chun Lan’s heart. The beastmen fell one after another; the defensive towers’ attention was absorbed by the beast soldiers, allowing the human soldiers to charge forward without fear of sudden attacks from the towers.

This Labrador had become part of her life, her most trusted companion. When Dou Nai Fen was taken away, she, seemingly strong, would sometimes sink into the pain of loss. Facing off here, tension rose like drawn swords—the winter cold biting, as if the wind meant to freeze them into snowmen.

Yu Chuchu did not realize that her reaction was entirely due to the fragrance she smelled during the meal earlier. Mu Feng thought that aside from the Gu Qing Miao of that time, only Cold Ran in the daylight could evoke such aching compassion in him.

“Lele, it’s alright! Mommy will protect you.” Yu Chuchu held Yu Jiale with all her strength; having found her child, she would risk everything to keep him safe in her arms.

Luo Chiheng did not see Tian Mengya off, but instead sat beside Lin Weiwei. “Sweetheart, where do you feel unwell?” he asked, reaching to touch her hand.

So the terrifying events of recent days were real—she truly had attracted something unclean?

“Today I’m in a great mood. How about we go shopping together?” Li Yao asked cheerfully.

Both times, seeing Jiang Yiran at the Jiang family stirred sympathy in my heart. He had lived there for so many years; clearly, his life was tougher than we could have imagined.

Xu Minjia felt that the only person who could speak up at this moment was Yu Chuchu. She always wanted to suppress Yu Chuchu, but still showed her some respect.

In the quiet private room, Chu Xin sat with arms crossed, staring at Chu Yun. Endless silence stretched between them.

The imperial chef returned to the kitchen, hoping to cook a few dishes before His Majesty ate, to make amends and earn leniency.

Tang Longsheng poured half a glass of whiskey and half a glass of Maotai for him—both high proof. Even Di Yi wouldn’t be able to handle this drink.

The golden lion before him was the same, eyes glinting with savagery, its aura wild and violent, far surpassing yesterday’s dog.

With her gymnastics background, she easily kept her balance, sitting as if on a bar, letting the scepter carry her forward at breakneck speed.

Had she really been eating food before? Zhou Feifei felt as if she was about to soar, the sky filled with clouds made of egg fried rice, wafting with fragrance.

It was not a matter of right or wrong, but of basic human nature—seeking fortune and avoiding disaster. Otherwise, there would be no old sayings like “the son of a wealthy man does not sit by a collapsing wall.”

Holding it in his hand, Di Yi smelled the perfume, warm and humid with body heat. It was passable. The bag held perfume, lipstick, a makeup mirror—all ordinary items from Sanfu, but the key was this.

Since the opponent was a mage, and both he and Clark had low magic resistance, they were at a disadvantage—so he would solve it with close combat.

Although Dragon Pill only reached its full potential when combined with Elephant Pill and refined into the Dragon-Elephant Divine Pill.

He would not settle for a few thousand or ten thousand in cash; nothing less would be worthy of the Ren family’s reputation as the leading household.

Guan Xue Bing’s heart raced, holding her breath, wishing she could hold an umbrella and attach an antenna outside her ear to ensure she heard every word Ling Long said.

He wore a baseball cap and a black mask, revealing only his eyes—round, deer-like, with long, thick lashes and a gentle, bright gaze. At that moment, those eyes followed a figure in the lounge, a warm smile flickering in their depths.

Guna was born on the grasslands, with forests to the north—where wolves dwelled. Every year, hunting took place there.

“…Yes!” Uncle Yi, seeing his apparent distaste for snakes, dared not ask further, quickly picked up the snake and hurried off to find a place to put it.

“There are plenty in this circle with powerful backers. If they’re willing to spend, who would push money away?” Ye Yun said impatiently. Though new to the circle and not yet in its inner core, she had already witnessed its ruthless competition.

Luo Wuyou gave the spirit cultivators a simple diagnosis—it turned out they were troubled by dark spiritual energy, and during their advancement, their inner demons had grown, leaving them vulnerable to Lin Ruoyu’s mental intrusion.

In an unremarkable building on the outskirts of Kyoto, thick curtains were drawn, and the soft red lighting lent a trace of intimacy, leaving the two who had just quieted down drowsy and sleepy.