Volume One, Chapter 95: The Contest of Pride

Fu Ming’s barbed words had truly stirred Meng Xingyi’s competitive spirit. He pulled Shen Chaowu into the room with him. After all, the table in the private room was large enough—even with an extra Meng Xingyi, it remained spacious. Meng Xingyi stood beside Fu Ming, as straight and sharp as a needle. “Hey, what should I call you? Mind moving over a bit? I’d like to sit next to my sister.”

He didn’t follow the entertainment industry and didn’t recognize Fu Ming’s face.

The soldiers on patrol, baked by the scorching sun, were listless and dispirited, gathering in small groups to hide in the shade and chat idly.

As for techniques used on ordinary people, neither man mentioned them; after all, such methods belonged to the realm of petty side paths, hardly worth discussing among themselves.

At the same time, Ye Feng’s plan to slay the dragon—once extinguished after obtaining the dragon vein—was rekindled in his heart.

“I have yet to ask for your name, miss.” Qiu Jinchong smiled, undisturbed by Ling’er’s cool demeanor.

Otherwise, with her skills as a player at the Heavenly Origin realm, how could she have survived the savage assault of Yamazaki’s crescent-shaped energy blast and Zhou Sicong’s nine consecutive shots with the Star Mark Bow, only to lose a massive amount of health to such an ordinary physical attack?

No matter how strange Bao Butong’s surname and given name were, he knew full well that his martial arts skills were far inferior to his opponent’s. The other side had the advantage of numbers for a joint assault—victory would be effortless for them. To say anything more would only lose him more face, so without another word, he withdrew to stand by Wang Yuyan’s side.

Dazhuang and the others always said the same thing: without a father, no one would protect him and his mother. His uncle would have his own wife and children one day and might no longer care about them; his grandparents were powerless. What would happen to him and his mother then?

His gaze, sharp as a torch, followed the nanobot soldier as it receded into the distance. Yan Ming could tell this little machine was clever, choosing the sensible path of self-preservation.

Ye Feng gripped the Sovereign Sword in his right hand and smiled in satisfaction, yet even so, he had no intention of drawing it.

Village Chief Tian entrusted the construction of the house to Tian Dahua, while the task of reclaiming the land was given to his eldest son, Tian Weichuan, and Tian Tieshu.

A deep, cold blue compound eye illusion appeared out of nowhere, staring up at the sky, fixating on the direction where the stone had fallen.

No wonder… One could only say that the last emperor of Chu, faced with two poor choices, picked the one that, while not good, was at least not the worst.

First, Yu Yao accompanied her to visit Shu Ya, not disturbing her much—after a few words, they left. Then she chatted with Shu Yao about the various pastries found throughout the capital, the clever hands of the seamstresses in certain embroidery towers who made beautiful clothes, and the exquisite, unique jewelry at some shops.

Qu Xinxin easily subdued her opponent, pinning Zhu Yimei to the chair in a twisted posture, completely unable to move.

Not only the county’s Fragrant Pavilion but also the one in the provincial city used chilies and tomatoes in their dishes. The sales were excellent, and Manager Song paid great attention to this.

“Are you planning to open it for business?” Song Yanxun asked. It was clear that this was a cruise ship designed for commercial use.

After counting, there were thirty-six gold coins, three hundred seventy-two silver coins, and two hundred twenty-one copper coins in total.

“Then tell me, what kind of person are you looking for?” Mother Tang’s biggest worry now was the marriages of her sons.

When they stepped outside, the sedan that Shen Junzhuo had arranged was already waiting at the door. Shu Yao helped Shu Ya into the soft carriage, and the group from Yulan Courtyard strolled leisurely back. Mama Liu followed behind Shu Yao, quietly reaching out to grasp her hand.

Su Yao was angry, but could only blame her own foolishness, silently telling herself a hundred times that wine was poison to the soul.

The Heavenly Profound Dao Sect was doing reasonably well, thanks to the protection of Qing Hu and Ling Ran. The other true disciples were no slouches either—especially Lu He, whose mastery of the Eight Trigrams Seal was extraordinary. No one knew how many people he had suppressed; many disciples now looked at him differently.

Mo Ran was taken aback, surprised that Soulfall still remembered the question from earlier even after so much time had passed.

Ji Weiyan had just put down his phone and was about to speak when he suddenly felt the snow beneath his feet begin to tremble. His brows immediately knitted together.

“Well, it seems that ordinary conversation isn’t enough to make you appreciate how dire the situation is.” Yun Shan smiled faintly, and then the mountain’s energy burst forth—a colossal peak rose from the earth, slowly ascending and imposing its pressure in all directions.

Although he had said similar things before, for some reason, Zhao Qingran now felt a strange sensation in her heart.

Such sweet reproach brought a blush to Qiu Zhixuan’s cheeks. She stole a glance at Feng Chengjin and obediently got back into the car.

Ding Le had intended to refuse, afraid his mother would say something unpleasant upon seeing Ye Chenming. But, checking the time and hoping his mother was already asleep, he nodded and let Ye Chenming follow him upstairs.

When they left the jewelry store, both wore a single black diamond stud in their left ear, the tranquil black gleaming in the sunlight.

The Emperor of the Primordial Desolation was now covered in blood from head to toe. As he moved, waves of blade light scattered. His hand had been severed, but his vitality was immense and restoring his flesh was simple—what was hard to recover was the lost blood and energy.

The Demon Lord lifted the demon bell before him, pouring immense demon power into it. Instantly, a wave of bell sound burst forth, causing the demon blood around to recede rapidly, while the Chaos God Crocodile sensed danger and retreated a few steps.

Now, Shen Yuanxi claimed the Siyuan Immortal Sword was one of the keys to the Lingji Grotto-Heaven—how could Shao Heng not be astonished?

Among the freshmen, only He Mingxin, the Crownless King, possessed a thousand-fire-level spiritual art. Yet, He Mingxin never found the opportunity to unleash it, and even a monstrous talent like Qin Jiaze couldn’t force it out of him.

Li Yunchen’s gaze turned cold as he secretly activated the Formless technique. The massive Formless Wheel crushed down, and the concentrating cultivator who had just mocked him was instantly reduced to ashes.

The teaching seniors below had also slowed their pace, but their spiritual senses were much stronger than Mi Dou’s. After each rest, they could cover more than a hundred and fifty meters.

“I’ll cut you to pieces!” Feng Di shouted, leaping up. Her two machetes fell upon the guard’s shoulders.

So be it—death! You bastard! Mi Dou, filled with resentment, braced himself, waiting for the Taishan meteor to smash him to pieces.