Volume One, Chapter 100: He Won’t Be Spared

“Just kidding.” Fu Ming laughed lazily, showing not the slightest regard for Meng Xingyi. “She’s so drunk, who knows if she’ll still be dizzy when she wakes up tomorrow.”

“I don’t need you to tell me.” The young man’s hair was a soft silvery gray, curling over his head. In the thick, pitch-black night, the feeble lights along the corridor cast shadows on his face, adding a hint of gloom even to his harmless features.

Still stewing over being tricked by Ao Tian just moments before, Yongqing suddenly thought of a plan, and stepped forward with his sword.

A shout yanked Sun Yuan from his illusion. He blinked, and the lovely Ming’er had transformed into a burly, red-faced man; his own hands were still cupping the man’s massive cheeks, and the brute’s eyes were tender and full of concern.

We all raised our glasses and began drinking. Besides the few brothers who were having fun, Zhang Dan and Qi seemed uneasy—their expressions gave them away.

The great calamity sweeping heaven and earth was like a pair of mighty hands overturning the land, and in that upheaval, many things long ignored or forgotten were revealed.

“Don’t be afraid! There are over a thousand of us—he can only kill one at a time. Do you really think his pack is full of healing potions?” said someone who looked like the leader, then directed his men to charge.

In front of her appeared a green vine, crawling in from the window at some unknown hour and now pressing right where her nose had been moments ago. Yun Yi didn’t bother to analyze how it got in; she just wanted to take advantage of her lingering drowsiness and go back to sleep. But what happened next quickly snapped her fully awake.

When those men saw Li the Divine Servant was male, their gazes sharpened instantly, like lions spotting a rival for a lioness.

My heart skipped a beat. I answered with a simple “okay” and hung up. Returning to the classroom, I looked around but didn’t see Zhang Xue; when I asked others, they all said they hadn’t seen her.

The performance ended abruptly with Li Feng’s intervention, though Tao Meimei’s piano skills still drew endless praise. Invitations to piano competitions flooded into her hands, and after accepting them, Tao Meimei took Li Feng and left the school.

She believed she’d been bullied by Yan Zhengxi—each time she remembered the nights he demanded her, her heart trembled. His overwhelming desire truly frightened her.

“My name is Ling Mo—‘Ling’ as in water, ‘Mo’ as in ink!” Ling Mo introduced herself with a smile.

Fang Cheng stepped forward, his resolve strengthening with each stride. The emotions etched into his soul seemed indelible, branded forever, never to be forgotten.

“Who said you could leave?” The young master at the front signaled his companions, and in a flash, several figures surrounded Xiao Ran and Ling’er, revealing their martial prowess.

“That’s right, this Sword Demon Mei Yuhan is indeed formidable. So we waited until she left before coming out. The master had me possess his body, and I entered the Soul-locking Gang. Who would have thought I’d uncover an earth-shattering secret?” The Black Fox Envoy spoke excitedly.

Leng Xianning gripped the pill tightly, glanced at the closed door behind her, shut her eyes for a moment, then swallowed the medicine.

“So, Brother Yiqing, where exactly is the place I seek?” Leng Xianning heard his words, laughed coldly, and stared him down.

All the ancient Mingluo trembled like leaves in the wind, more bewildered than ever. The Eternal Guardian of the human race had struck down their noble leader—the Nether Demon?

The living room was spacious, and Yan Zhengxi sat at the dining table, reading his newspaper, leisurely enjoying coffee and breakfast. Qianqian walked over, then sat beside him as if nothing was amiss, eating her meal with elegance.

“How wonderful, Ning’er will never lose her father again.” With this promise, Leng Xianning smiled in his arms. No matter what, as long as her father forgave her, everything would be alright.