Volume One, Chapter 25: The Ji Family Is a Remnant of Capitalism

Though Ji’s mother felt that Xia Zhiyuan had brought it upon herself, she couldn’t help but feel guilty—after all, the girl was injured; how could she think such things? Yet, recalling Xia Zhiyuan’s past deeds, she found it impossible to summon true sympathy. Because of this incident, the matron of the Duan family, in a fit of anger, sold off several maids, but this gesture only made things more suspicious, causing the rumors to spread even more wildly.

A swirl of white entered the room with the dawn. He walked softly to Dragonfly’s side and reached out to gently tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

A person like that was, by their very existence, the greatest threat to his position; Chu Yanwu would have wished for nothing more than his utter disappearance from the world, leaving not even ashes behind.

But in the end, it wouldn’t bring much benefit, nor would it greatly affect the outcome... at least, not for now.

As for whether Gloria was a fallen powerhouse and whether Lady August truly possessed such extraordinary skills, only catching up to the White Dew would reveal the truth.

Leng Yu’s death was an immense stroke of luck for him, the key that allowed him to ascend the throne without hindrance.

Yet, just as Dragonfly had said, she truly had no one to depend on in the imperial capital. Considering her circumstances, these worries and actions were understandable and could be forgiven.

Through the drone’s lens, one could see that behind the reinforced concrete buildings of the main street sprawled clusters of wooden huts and tin shacks. Few vehicles passed by, and the people on the roadside wore shabby clothes, their faces sallow, their spirits depleted.

Gazing at the closed doors, Xiao Chen touched his lips, savoring the lingering taste—a hint of longing in his heart.

For the past five years, he had done nothing, much like the Celestial Emperor, allowing the human realm to change as it pleased.

The message read: “It’s been two years since we last met. I hope all is well. Tonight at midnight, atop the Reincarnation Peak.”

Xu Mo and Divine Liuli’s rooms were right next to each other; there was no distinction as to who visited whom.

This starlight came from beyond this world’s sky. Naturally, it could only be summoned by Zheng Xiu’s primordial energy.

Chu Yi set the steaming bowl of dumplings on the table, took a can of herbal tea from the fridge, twisted it open, and, savoring both the piping hot dumplings and the refreshing drink, found pure delight in the experience—every organ in his body felt soothed and at ease.

Yet the bramble forest, for all its demonic madness, was still at its core a living being. Even after losing its mind, some instinct and thought remained. Sensing danger, it abandoned its outlying vines to delay pursuit and, like a lizard, let its main trunk scuttle into the earth to escape.

“It’s about time. Let’s go down as well. Yinglong, I’ll leave the registration to you.” With Jiang Wuhuan’s order, the great company steadily descended into the valley’s depths.

And such characters had been converging from all directions these past days, reaching a fever pitch.

“Damn it, Chen Yuling, remember this—I’ll get you back sooner or later!” Lin Dong tossed this threat over his shoulder as he disappeared down the stairs.

This Lord of Saints was truly unrivaled—confronted by two peerless beings, he remained proud and unbowed, his exceptional air shining beyond doubt.

Qin Long did not disappoint Romedal, nor did he betray Romedal’s expectations. As he drew closer to the gangsters, those who had originally come to kill Romedal finally realized the terrifying nature of this young man barely in his twenties.

There was a soft knock—knock, knock—the room was unusually quiet, with no sounds of smashing or chaos. Mu Baili rapped on the door, but after a long while, no one answered, nor did anyone open it.

“I’ll do it.” The man stepped forward, squatted beside Wen Yu, rolled up his sleeves, and with practiced ease fished the snow-white ferret from the bucket. The drenched creature shook itself vigorously, showering both the man and Wen Yu with water.

Gently, Chu Tian sat beside Yi Ning. Tenderly, he slipped an arm around her fragrant shoulders and drew her into his embrace.

He was aware of my existence, yet seemed to forget me—though it was more like deliberate neglect. When it came time to settle his next destination, he would call me, even knowing I stood just three meters away, and command me to book his flight and handle all related matters.

Having offended a mighty Star Lord, Gan Ping was resigned—after all, the man had come to his door. He couldn’t just sit and wait for death, could he? Even if the other was a Supreme Star Lord, this was just bullying. Even if he couldn’t win, he had to make things difficult for him.

“Master Wushuang has arrived! I heard the master of ‘Dragon Gate’, Qin Long, is here as well—right now in the main hall!” the personal maid exclaimed excitedly.

Mu Ruofei was a captain in the vanguard and stood in the first ring of the encirclement. Yet he and his unit were only responsible for logistics, with little chance of seeing battle.

The Empress Dowager’s expression remained fixed in the smile Blue Qinghua had coaxed from her; whether she understood the Empress Consort’s words was unclear, for her face did not change at all.

“I quit!” cried a terrified soldier, flinging down his weapon and hurling himself over the hundred-meter-high city wall.

His answer was also quite tactless, essentially betraying Liu Biao—if Liu Biao disagreed, would Zhang Yun have dared to deploy troops on his own?

“Patriarch Ai speaks French? That’s wonderful! At last, I hear my native tongue again!” Lin Shixiong burst into hearty laughter, replying in flawless French.

Ren Yaoqi felt as though Yan Ningshuang was hinting at something, but before she could ask, Yan Ningshuang had already left.

Right now, however, he silently reproached himself—had he not drunk so much at lunch, he could have helped Blue Dream fend off the invasion of the mysterious yin energy that afternoon, and things would not have grown so dire.

After their cheers, the team did not disturb the zombies in Nineteen Mile Town. Instead, they set up camp on a nearby hill, planning to spend the night there, scout Bozhou the next day, and only act on the third.

The assembled instructors gave Zhao Shu a collective exclamation of admiration, then dispersed. After listening for a while and laughing for a while, it turned out there really was nothing more to say—where were the juicy secrets they’d hoped for?