Chapter 53: The Queen Beneath the Gears

Gu Han Sheng shielded Shi Yi tightly, pulling her into his embrace to protect her, wary that the crowd might become too agitated and scatter them. Tang Yu ran over from the stage, holding a microphone, and handed it to Gu Han Sheng. Gu Han Sheng tapped the microphone, which emitted a crackling electrical sound. Once he confirmed it was on, he spoke in a stern, loud voice: “Everyone, please remain calm. I am a police officer. There’s been an incident at the theater. Please cooperate with the investigation and do not panic.”

“Sigh, my sister was forced by circumstances. To be born into such a family is truly tragic,” Qian Xue sighed.

“All right, enough. Here’s your pay—two thousand in total. Take it and leave,” the manager said coldly.

Yan Xi cast a taunting glance at Lin Yu, then strode straight to the cauldron by the fire pit. Lin Yu followed closely behind. Neither made any preparations, though there were no time constraints for this contest. Their actions conveyed a clear sense of rivalry.

“Xing’er, absolutely not. Your cultivation is far too low. Don’t speak of fighting—if you show yourself, the demon-devouring rat won’t spare you,” Yun Tian Kong shook his head.

At the moment he resigned himself, closing his eyes to await death, a warm current suddenly surged into his dantian.

Lin Yu’s earlier suspicions proved true: this place was not merely ten thousand miles from Tianxuan Sect, but on the southern reaches of the Qianyuan Continent, where mountains abound, offering countless havens for cultivators. Sacred lands and noble sects are as numerous as cattle; compared to Tianxuan Sect, it is far more prosperous.

Recruiting people into one’s fold—in this era, human resources are the greatest asset. With capable people, solutions to other problems can always be found.

Disordered footsteps sounded not far behind them. Turning around, they estimated at least a hundred people approaching.

“Damn it, I’m a useless waste, garbage. What about you? Aren’t you the same? A piece of trash even worse than me—what right do you have to scold me?” Gongsun Jin cursed the Mischief King inwardly.

“Sis, Eldest Sister has returned,” Lin Qitai whispered, signaling Lin Xianhua to look toward the spot occupied by their family.

“If this person continues as he is now, he is bound to become truly remarkable,” Fu Hetai continued.

The stall owner nodded, accepting Chen Yun’s card. After entering the amount, he asked Chen Yun to input his password.

Like a bereaved tiger, he roared unceasingly, startling everyone into fleeing; in moments, only a solitary, aged figure remained in the mourning hall.

“Hurry with loading and unloading supplies. We may have to spend the night here.” He Yunhua glanced at the sky—sunset slid westward, a streak of crimson sunlight fell upon him, heralding the coming dusk.

A personal guard burst through the door, shocking Hu Weiyong from his idle conversation. Lan Yu, feeling embarrassed in Hu Weiyong’s presence, promptly strode forward and slapped the guard twice across the face.

Zhu Tong kept the Tartar affair from Tang Yan Ke, unwilling for her to worry over it.

Luo Chengyu simply watched Chen Xinyu, his smile blossoming but he spoke not a word, quietly repeating “beautiful” in his heart.

“Wow, I didn’t expect you to be so amazing, Brother Qing! You actually know Chen Yun,” Sun Qi exclaimed, mouth agape, eyes full of admiration.

“With just these treasures, how could that esteemed predecessor care?” The Star Master’s spiritual voice rang in his ear.

Miracle City, this huge force, changed hands—by far the biggest event in the southern region these past ten days.

Gu Xiao laughed heartily—not the cold, mocking laughter from earlier, but a genuine, unrestrained joy.

As hot white vapor gushed from his mouth, he drew back all the dark red blood flowing outside into his body.

A black whirlwind spun around her. She kept her eyes tightly shut; her black hair whipped wildly in the wind, and her long dress billowed and rustled.

Suddenly, the heavens and earth boomed; a terrifying, emerald-green Tower of Life burst forth with dazzling light, as if it would pierce through the world and destroy all living things.

The drunk hesitated, but the chief manager of Immortal Guest walked right up to him, his face still smiling.

“Can Ye Xiaoxiao handle it? I’m not so sure. Over the years, hasn’t the old man spoiled her too much?” Ye Tongtian said.

Song Wan’er glanced back and saw the harmonious interaction between the Duke of Wu’s residence and her own mother. Instantly, her brows curved and she too smiled.

Fatty, Ouyang Fei, and Beigong Tang had other attributes, but mainly practiced fire. For now, they focused on cultivating their fire abilities.

The Divine Envoy’s existence emerged after the ancient era of the Immortal Realm. His power is unfathomable. The top experts once tried to challenge him but died before even approaching the mountain where he dwells.

Next, Chen Xingyu gave Mary a look, then glanced at the gaping hole not far away.

Minister Fury Shark was stunned. What was happening? He’d fought desperately for the Sea Song Club, yet now the Sea Song Minister had decided to retreat?

“The Glamour Dance Club still has much to do,” Ji Wu issued a clear order for Mu Dashao to leave.

Sun Cheng awoke from the mist, drenched in sweat from head to toe, gasping for breath.

Clearly, the Old Dragon King could not match Lin Yu’s prowess. Though he gave Lin Yu a final, hateful strike, he ultimately failed to keep him.

Li Jinyue’s expression changed instantly, his gaze cooled as he looked to Li Tiangang, questioning.

In the Spirit Realm, demonic cultivators are not all evil; just like immortal cultivators, some are righteous, some wicked.

Li Jinyue is clearly cold-hearted and scheming, ruthless in his pursuit of goals. Not only his father’s trusted aide—even if his own father, Li Tiangang, blocked his path, he’d likely destroy him without hesitation.

“How did Salman know our location?” the demon asked curiously while cleansing the forward’s wounds.

Judging by his stance, he seemed intent on single-handedly passing through that formidable Immortal Infant-level defensive ward.

“Try it and you’ll know,” Yang Guo said, seeing their disbelief, enticing them. The undying ability was too risky to test, but the power of the God’s Right Hand could be tried immediately. Yang Guo told Lu Wushuang to punch him.