Volume One, Chapter 88: The Cat at Home, Restless

The others were asking if Mo Xingyuan was having network issues, since they hadn’t heard him speak or seen any sign of him. Glancing at the woman draped over him, Mo Xingyuan said, “The camera’s broken. You all carry on.” With Su Li present, Mo Xingyuan was inevitably affected. Cradling such a soft, warm beauty in his arms—especially a stunner like her—no man could possibly resist.

“I wasn’t thinking about that at all…” Wang Bo was saying, when his phone rang in his pocket.

At that moment, Li Zhaoyuan burst out laughing, utterly unafraid. He simply raised his right hand and lightly tapped the dragon’s head with a casual grace.

In the forest, the King of Darkness was ushered to a computer connected to his experimental pod and told to watch carefully as Lin Jian swiftly created an entire world of cultivation before his eyes.

Yet the massive beast’s head was still pinned down by two enormous green claws. It wanted to revert to its original mask form but could no longer manage it. Even if it did manage to return to its original state, the damage was done; whether it could ever be used again was now an open question.

The sea demons thrived under the protection of the strong and revered power above all else. Thus, if Buddhism intervened, their first opposition would be the vast sea demon army rallying under the banner of the Flood Dragon Demon King.

If it were anyone else, Xie Wu wouldn’t have been troubled, but facing Zuo Qiu Chen, he felt a reluctance he couldn’t shake. Although Zuo Qiu Chen’s cultivation was beneath his own, this famously mysterious disciple of the sect was not to be underestimated. The sight of Zuo Qiu Chen’s two incarnations only made Xie Wu all the more wary.

“Stop staring. If it weren’t for him, things wouldn’t have ended up this way,” Ling Qi said expressionlessly, turning his gaze back into the shop as if the person he’d just seen were a stranger.

The disciples still lost in the Sword Tomb were puzzling over the cause of the tremors when a voice echoed from the sky, bringing everyone to a halt.

With effortless nonchalance, Qingsong assigned the man and the monkey their new roles. The others seethed with resentment—they were the masters of the sub-sects, yet all the best disciples had been snatched away, leaving them only the dregs. Some had taught for centuries without a single disciple surpassing the master.

In the days ahead, she would have to go to the refugee camp outside the city to offer free medical aid; she couldn’t stay here, and any hope for peace was out of the question.

Gu Nanxi craned her neck but could only see two tall bamboo poles, each bearing a banner. One read “Fate Divined, Doubts Resolved,” the other, “River Goddess.”

Perhaps everyone had drunk a bit too much, and with the county supervisor present, they were all too cautious, lapsing into uneasy silence.

“Persisting in the wrong direction to the bitter end—this is what people call refusing to turn back until you hit a dead end,” Gu Nanxi said languidly.

Guo Dajiao looked at the son-in-law before her, so moved she was speechless. She shook her head, indicating she wanted nothing at all.

Su Xuanming seemed absent-minded, lost in a daze, until Jingniang gently patted him and brought him back to his senses.

The two families had worked together for some time, their relations always good. Whenever Guo Yuejin returned, he would invite Zhao Minsheng to drink with him.

Su Nuannuan took hold of Granny Liu’s hand, her eyes pleading for help as she looked at the elderly woman before her, whose face was tense with restraint yet full of the urge to comfort her.

Though her color had improved, the bland sweet soup hadn’t restored much strength, and she kept whimpering softly.

And every time he appeared, he never wore a shirt, as if to flaunt his tantalizingly beautiful physique on purpose.

“All systems online, no anomalies detected,” the deputy reported, then hesitated. Kadi was well aware of this, but considering the unique nature of the ELS, she would not allow any defeat in this battle to be attributed to her side’s mistakes.