Volume One, Chapter 71: Yu Fei’s Difficulties

“What’s wrong? You seem distracted. Is there something urgent on your mind?” Seeing Wen Xuyu clutch her chest and glance out the window for the third time, Gu Zhen lowered his head and asked her in a quiet voice.

Outside, rain poured down in torrents, slanting in the wind and splashing as it struck the concrete road. Through the window, one could see the plane trees by the roadside swaying violently in the gale; it seemed the storm would not let up anytime soon.

Inside the conference room, everyone was discussing the recent research report. Qin Zhengguo sat at the head of the table, listening as each person gave their report. Wen Xuyu, accompanied by Gu Zhen, sat quietly by his side.

“It’s nothing,” Wen Xuyu lowered her eyes and shook her head, clearly unwilling to say more, though inwardly she felt wretched...

A strong hand suddenly yanked him backward. The boy felt a dull pain at the nape of his neck, which sent sharp twinges through his brain, making him extremely uncomfortable. He clutched his throat and dry-heaved twice. Meeting the man’s displeased gaze, he fell silent, shrinking back in fear.

Xiahou Chen, ever calculating, understood human nature well. He could see the emperor’s long-standing dissatisfaction with Situ Zhao’s inaction, so he played right into it and continued along that line.

In a certain sense, the Flame God vaguely felt his combat techniques had reached a new realm. His control over demon arts had reached unprecedented heights; most crucially, his mastery over movement was now astonishingly precise.

“Well said. Hunting demonfolk in the presence of the Lord of Demon City—truly an unwise choice,” Wushuang remarked.

Yet even knowing his spirit had faltered, he stubbornly insisted his mind was still clear. Deep down, he was unwilling to wake from this state.

Many cast envious glances at Murong Luoyu. In Qingling Town, she was the most gifted and would inevitably be chosen and taken away.

“So, is there something wrong with Young Master Liao?” Prince Xu paused, as if searching for the right words.

His formidable strength stemmed from his demonic spirit physique; practicing both demon and human arts, his meridians were wider, allowing him to contain far more spiritual energy than others at the same level. Moreover, the cultivation technique he practiced was directly obtained from the Demon Spirit Pearl—the Demon Spirit Codex.

Having noticed something amiss, the Ape Spirit decided to observe further, hoping to follow this clue and perhaps uncover a treasure.

“Just as you said—feelings cannot be forced.” She forced a bitter smile, speaking frankly.

Yin Gezhi was lost in thought for a moment, then frowned. He had just started down the steps when he saw the carriage wheel roll over a stone. The carriage jolted violently, and the fool perched on the shaft, waving his arms, tilted to one side.

“Junma Group made its fortune from arms dealing. Why not ask a certain someone why he manufactures cars?” Jacob Hornby dared not name names. After all, the Clinton Castle Hotel was also Li Mu’s property. One never knew who might be listening; if word got out, unwanted trouble would surely follow.

Drunkenness led to chaos and the loss of all reason. No, he couldn’t let him do something irreparable while drunk.

Wang Ming’s breakthrough alarmed several grand elders atop the Yangjing Peaks within the Immortal Qi Realm. Even Sect Master Feng Baiyu and the three Sages of Ascension in the Golden Immortal Hall looked down in astonishment at the display of their disciple, “Emperor Liu.”

“Lim, you must understand these are two different matters,” Tom King tried to calm Li Mu down.

“Call out twice, with feeling—very gently, twice,” the man said, gazing at Yu Kexin.

Wu Daizhen glanced at the address Ai Mu had given her, hurried off, and drove away to investigate.

Everyone in the palace had heard the rumors about Princess Jin and the Fourth Prince. So why had she come to the bridal chamber on the day of his wedding?

Mary cursed, “The master treated you like his own son. You committed murder and let him take the blame, then ran away. Do you think you’ve done right by him?” With that, she raised her hand to slap Li Kai again, but her wrist was caught by someone.

“It’s already been fifty-six days, the pillars of the four directions have been erected—why is this Immortal King still drawing chaotic essence? Isn’t this delaying vital matters?” Taishan Jinhong spoke with jealousy; none of the gods dared touch the power of chaos.

The Kushan troops fought with raw courage, but they still cherished their lives. Witnessing Chou’s valor, they were terrified and scattered, giving way before him. Chou scattered several squads and remained unsatisfied, hunting down fleeing Kushan soldiers wherever he found them.

“At last, you’re here!” Tang Jin immediately recognized her. Chen Bingwen, frustrated, scratched her head. The nearer she came, the more her heart pounded—what was wrong with her? Why was she so nervous?

Julie pressed her lips together, realizing that Lear’s words were meant for her. Watching Lear expertly tie up the “drunkard” like a rice dumpling, she abandoned her last hope of calling for help.

Who had set the chessboard on the tea table? Was it the deceased Zhou Weiliang, or the killer? How had this person known the arrangement of that unfinished game?

Kadafi, facing off against the main Qin army, turned pale when he learned of the crisis on his right flank and the arrival of large numbers of Qin troops. He immediately gathered his trusted aides to strategize—this was a grave matter. If Puka fell, he might as well surrender on the spot rather than face the wrath of Vasudeva I.

Confronted with Liu Yinghai’s question, Xing Luo first nodded, then shook his head.

Ye Ziluo suddenly felt dazed—the sound was unique, carrying a strange, soul-shaking power. In a haze, he looked down to see the shadow demons moving sluggishly, their eyes flickering with an unsteady light. Even the wolf beasts had stopped their attack, ears pricked up.

Chen Shaolong struggled desperately when he suddenly heard a “clatter”—his phone had fallen from his pocket to the ground.

The black mist grew ever larger, covering a ten-zhang radius, greedily destroying and devouring the underworld waves. A chilling, murderous aura spread and surged, endlessly expanding with a terrifying howl.

After passing through several levels, the two were finally led by the guards through an inconspicuous door, where they saw Lü Bu.

Inside the private room, Qi Fenglin and Xi Mingling had already arrived, but the protagonist, Zhong Sixian, was nowhere to be seen.

Her face was covered in ash, her clothes were torn and stained with dust, and she had twisted her ankle—she looked utterly miserable.

On set, as Qi Fenglin left, the crew fell completely silent; some even breathed a secret sigh of relief.

The driver waited outside the café. Before leaving, Catherine gave her a hug and said that without the blessings of Caesar and herself, she could never be a happy bride, and hoped they would not be so stingy.

The Wei Emperor was indeed more frugal than his predecessors, only indulging in extravagance for major events like Qin Jinyu’s return. Even then, his luxury paled in comparison to that of other monarchs.

Wei Xiao seemed not to hear Chi Zhao’s gentle reminder, striding up to her, grabbing her hand, and pulling her outside.

The gallery was crowded; nearly every painting had a throng before it. Some people snapped photos, others discussed their opinions.