Volume 1, Chapter 22: Even a god-like figure indulges in nightly revelry?

However, several of the monsters had already committed to their attacks, and pulling back now was clearly difficult. They had no choice but to grit their teeth and charge into the hazy, blood-red plague cloud.

"Hehe... don't be like that. Silence put a lot of effort into this, so you really shouldn't let his good intentions go to waste. Everyone will have to have a large cup later!" I explained.

Xisa had long since sent people to gather intelligence from Black Peak, knowing that the white-patterned dragon leather was the mark of acceptance. This batch of three hundred dragon beasts was an exceptionally large number. Even if it meant taking a risk, it was an opportunity not to be missed; if he could make them his own, he would have no worries for the future.

When he learned she intended to join the student council, he unexpectedly sought help from Chen Naixi, asking him to go easy on her. Her performance was surprisingly excellent, and through Chen Naixi, she was admitted directly.

If earth elemental resonance could be disrupted by such a simple method, Ailian would not have relied on it so heavily. High-level resonance allowed her to replenish her lost yellow light arcs at will, with almost no mental drain.

"Let him in," Luo Shiyuan said with a wave of his hand. Father Luo stepped out, and a short while later, Luo Lin, who remained in the Linhai Education Bureau, walked into the room.

The coalition's situation was dire—so dire that the various dukes and princes had no heart left to stir up trouble or frame their rivals.

"He truly has talent, climbing up to our Kingdom's King of Wings. He’ll enjoy endless glory and wealth; he won’t even have to worry about being a cripple for the rest of his life." Another man chimed in with a light laugh, adding, "Isn't it just a case of flying up to the branch and turning into a phoenix..." The courtiers nearby bowed their heads, snickering, with some intentionally making enough noise to be heard.

Stepping out from behind the Embroidered Woods was the Hundred-Eyed Demon Monarch. He took a deep look at the Star Lord of Calculation, knowing that his movements had been divined by this man’s mastery of celestial fate, which was why he had intercepted him here. But intercepting him would be no easy task. Just as he thought this, a fierce gust of wind struck down from above.

Black Wind stood outside the table, and by the moonlight, he finally saw his true boss. The evil forces emanating from both of them appeared unusually murky under the moon.

"Creak..." The wooden gate of the courtyard was slowly pushed open, and Lian Cheng walked in with Chu Juan.

Information on every project was detailed in the promotional brochures, fully ensuring that every merchant could perfectly understand the entirety of the project just by looking at them.

Lu Zhiman’s office was at the very back of the clubhouse. Although it wasn't large, the decor was excellent—simple yet imposing. The color coordination, the placement of the tables and chairs, and even the arrangement of the decorations perfectly showcased the taste of its owner.

"Chu Juan, I advise you not to act on impulse; it will do you no good." Leng Chenyue spoke up as well. Ever since her humiliating defeat by Chu Juan last time, she had been looking for a chance to take revenge but had found none. Now that the opportunity had finally arrived, how could she let it go?

On the dais stood the Prince of Jin and Shui Muxia, both grown men, yet Zixuan had ripped open the dress of a young maiden. The Empress Dowager and the Grand Empress Dowager were so shocked their mouths hung open; it took a long while before the words "Stop that" finally escaped the Empress Dowager’s lips.

Otherwise, if he had truly triggered the mechanism, it would likely be he and Wang Baobao lying on the ground right now.

But at this moment, the man was glaring at him with murderous intent, as if they shared a deep, burning hatred. Long Ling was instantly stunned and bewildered. He shouldn't have known this man. He sighed inwardly, finding it hard to believe that in just a few short days, he had managed to make enemies with so many people.

With this level of strength, a Dragon Soul Warrior could easily rank among the top five of the younger generation in the Dragon Kingdom. He was likely a match for the current Yang Wang.

When the news of Zixuan becoming a County Princess reached the Ding family, Old Master Ding vomited blood in bed and fainted once more. He no longer knew if he hated Zixuan or his own wife and children for their lack of judgment.

Hearing this, Chen Hudan, who was still sitting on the ground and dazed from being thrown by me, suddenly perked up.

The terror before childbirth—how she actually wished Qiao Anming could be by her side, but even if he were, what then?

"Old Xie, calm your anger. That Hu Yiyan is truly ignorant. When he returns, I will certainly report this to my father and have him properly disciplined." A graceful young man of about thirty, sitting not far from this 'Old Xie,' smiled and apologized.

As the master control brain spoke, Lin Bingqing had already connected to the unmanned spacecraft. She guided the ship to take off and fly toward her command room.

Jiang Beibei was instantly displeased. The job had been done in such a slipshod manner, yet they still had the nerve to ask for payment—it was truly infuriating.

As for her, no matter which type the other party belonged to, An Ruoran would never let him off just like that.

Across from his line of sight, at the end of the corridor on the stone steps connecting the tower, Alander stood with his arms hanging at his sides. He stared in astonishment, first at him, then at the door Xia Yi had just exited, his hand slowly rising to point toward them, trembling in mid-air.

"Xi..." Wasn't that person sitting on the sofa none other than Dugu Lingxi, whom Dream least wanted to see at this moment?

As for the fact that she was reluctant to give up this time together because she hadn't seen Mr. Mo for several days, or that her heart softened at the sight of the dark circles under his eyes—she would never admit to that.