Volume One, Chapter 93: A Hint of Jealousy

The dishes at Ten Miles of Jiangnan were served quickly. In just a short while, the table was filled with exquisite dishes, each vibrant in color, aroma, and flavor. Compared to other restaurants, Ten Miles of Jiangnan exuded a distinct national flair, apparent even in its name. The menu featured delicacies from the eight great culinary traditions of China, focusing primarily on the specialties of the capital. After all, the head chef hailed from the capital, as did Zhou Jingdu. She leaned gently against his shoulder, silent, accustomed both to his many prohibitions and to the quiet companionship they shared.

The two of them walked slowly down the mountain. Suddenly, a fierce gale howled, the sky darkened abruptly, and before Meng Zhu could look up, rain began to pour down in torrents.

“You really know how to enjoy yourself. All morning, your white horse has been galloping wildly around town—how dashing!” Qi Heng laughed with sharp sarcasm.

Zhao Gan and Zhou Leilei sat side by side in the economy cabin, recalling their earlier experiences with a sigh of emotion.

While traversing the Illusion Valley, Li Yan, upon discovering the mirage, chose to lead the allied forces around it rather than force their way through. Partly because he lacked the ability to break it, but also in the hope that the mercenary groups following them would become entangled in the illusion.

The Blood Demon let out a miserable shriek; in the blink of an eye, a new leg sprouted from its body. With a swipe, he scattered Jin Ling’er’s attack. Golden light flickered beneath his feet, and in an instant, he appeared beside Ling Yu. But Jin Ling’er’s second “Tenfold Lethal Strike” was already heading straight for the Blood Demon’s body.

Seeing that Song Duanwu was in no hurry to enter, Zhou Yafu also lingered. Only after the burly man saw Song Duanwu pull out that embarrassing, battered phone and make a hesitant call did the third brother stride in with elegance.

Xia Haitong recounted to Ye Chengxuan everything she had learned from Ye Chengzhi. She listened as the knocking at the door gradually subsided and heard Ye Chengxuan’s breathing on the other side.

“You are now the master of Wind Mound, come of age and strong enough to return and inherit your legacy. There is nothing more I can teach you,” Luo Ying began to reprimand Feng Feiyang sharply.

Above the vanguard of the convoy, five Gold Two-Star warriors—Thunder Dragon, Rockde, Zhu Yunchuan, Yu Xiang, and Xiao Yilei—were locked in battle with five opposing Gold Star warriors. In the valley below, five Gold One-Star warriors were likewise fighting several of the enemy’s Gold Star experts, with Jin Ling’er clearly among them.

“How is this possible? Just a scattering of primordial fragments—how could it possibly produce warriors rivaling gods and demons?” the Firebird screeched, frantic and utterly bereft of composure.

Jixi and Yali had already been beaten to a bloody pulp, barely clinging to life. Chantlin gradually ceased his assault, and Lin Yanyu finally let out a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, a chill arose from that hand for no discernible reason, sweeping straight toward Lin Yi.

“Aunt…” Shen Feng noticed the others seemed eager for him to win first place, but he had already decided to give up the championship for the sake of earning money. Should he change his mind?

Arc Star looked at Shen Feng with some surprise. In his memory, Shen Feng was not one to volunteer for battle, but he nodded regardless.

At this moment, Sima Shang had begun retreating from Tianshui City, gathering the commanders and soldiers from five cities along the way. By the time they arrived outside Tianxing City, their ranks had swelled to over thirty thousand.

Clearly, Lin Yi had never seen such a thing before. Fixing his gaze on it, he realized it was targeting the Gale Beast, and his heart grew anxious.

He knew that whether he asked or not, the outcome would be the same—he would have to retrieve it. Of course, if he did ask, at least he could expect a good scolding from Yuchi Gong.

In the distance, a few models were dancing youthfully on a T-stage, their fluttering miniskirts and glimpses beneath instantly catching Ye Qiu and his friends’ eyes. Like unleashed hounds, they rushed to the stage, phones in hand, snapping photos with reckless enthusiasm.

A crisp shattering sound rang out as a window, struck, collapsed entirely—the passage for the heist was finally open.

This time, to save his inseparable companion Pascal, and also for the sake of his teammates who had shared hardship with his parents, Vitruvius risked seeking a breakthrough from the Naga Sea Witch. In the end, he had no choice but to sacrifice his serpentine chastity, narrowly completing the mission.

Mu Hongyi’s slender sword clattered to the ground, but she took no notice, only looking up at the once-familiar figure before her.

Quickly was furious; last night, an assassin had infiltrated the slums, killed his most capable subordinate, set a fire, and escaped unscathed.

Bogu’s blade technique, honed in the heat of battle, was exceptionally fierce. Now, wielding it in anger, each slash followed hard upon the last, leaving Lu Qing’er barely able to dodge, let alone speak.

Yang Li noticed Ru Wu sitting in a chair, her hands clutching a phone with a look of panic on her face, and frowned slightly.

Helan Yao’s words, infused with inner strength, struck directly into the guard’s mind. The man instantly froze, all other thoughts erased, and hurried off to find the magistrate, scrambling all the way.

Vitruvius, clad in a plain warrior’s set and wielding a fine steel shield and sword, sparred with Katerina.

Her face flushed crimson in an instant. Overcome with shame, Su Mianmian downed the wine before her in one gulp without a second thought.

The idle sons disliked Zheng Qian’s lectures, but Ye Yunfan enjoyed them for a simple reason: Zheng Qian truly had both talent and learning, and moreover, he had only recently passed the imperial examination.

I knew I would lose the fight, so I was mentally prepared for a beating—it’s just that, well, it really hurt.

Harry looked up and was shocked to see a shadow hanging overhead. But it didn’t crash down—despite being packed with people and seeming on the verge of collapse.

After leaving the bar, I told a security guard not to let any cars in from now on. Brawls in the parking lot were bound to damage luxury cars, and if they belonged to guests, that would be disastrous for business. I had to prepare for the future—after all, the goal in this line of work is always profit.