Volume 1, Chapter 35: New Year

Wei Shi’s reaction to the news of Gu Mengqing’s marriage was much like Wei Nianjin’s. First came the shock, then he threw on his coat, stormed out of the office, and drove toward the press conference venue.

"I have already tried to use hostages to threaten you, but unfortunately, it was useless. Adding more chips is just as futile; it is better to take action myself."

However, when the police officer saw how those men were dressed, the words he was about to speak died in his throat.

The paparazzi’s car was parked on the right side of the main gate of Yujing Manor. The paparazzo was hunched over, hiding in front of the car hood to snap photos.

Both sides were long-time rivals who knew each other’s secrets, so there was no need for preliminary posturing; they went straight to business.

Basking in the admiring gazes of their fellow students, the two disciples of the Eastern family completed their promotion, which only served to make the others even more nervous.

For some reason, almost all legends related to the moon are connected to guardianship, likely due to some hidden secret.

I had expected him to put on a cold, silent act for a while, but instead, I found that Su Zhi’s eyes were filled with smiles, incomparably gentle.

After grading everyone’s math papers, Liang En, now fully understanding the feelings his own teachers must have had back in the day, stepped out of the room to get some fresh air and calm his nerves. Just as he reached the door, he heard the sound of hoofbeats in the distance.

Long Sanjiang was furious. How could he hand over the empire he had built with his own hands to an outsider?

The talented young man had a guilty conscience. He had not intended to run into anyone he knew, yet he had the misfortune of encountering Auntie Zhang. He feared she would keep on rambling.

"Han Yu, how did you do it? I still can’t believe it," Chen Shishi said, leaning on Han Yu’s left shoulder.

"Only the successive leaders of the Guardian Alliance know this. I just hope you, senior, will not disrupt the balance of this continent," Zhang Tong said earnestly.

"Being tired is to be expected. After all, you are the one who will have to shoulder the burden of the Slaughter Wolf Clan in the future," Haoyue said, looking at Langri with a radiant smile.

At this moment, Yu Shun, who had been shocked by the chaos in his clan, returned from the Yaba encampment riding his Duruai. While in his state of learning, he had always enjoyed mixing with the Yaba people. Since the Horned Dragon Demon Clan knew nothing of spiritual power and the Red-Slashing Rabbit Clan was not detailed or profound enough, the Yaba Demon Clan was the only one of the three that could barely satisfy him.

Yan Yue shook her head blankly. She lived a life where she barely kept track of the days; whether it was Monday or the weekend didn’t matter, as she didn’t work. Whether it was spring, summer, autumn, or winter didn’t matter, as she didn’t have to farm. She was content to live her days in a leisurely, carefree manner.

"Young lady, has the Arhat Subduing the Dragon remembered you completely?" the old man asked, seeing her puzzled expression.

As his perception spread, Duan Chen couldn’t help but exclaim. The vastness of the ruins of Vierzhou far exceeded his imagination, just as Yang Qingqing had been stunned by their scale and mystery when she first entered.

"These three stall owners are all from the same family, and their skill at frying dough sticks is about the same. But look carefully—can you guess why everyone is lining up for this particular one?" Yan Yue teased, a strange smile playing on her lips.

"You...!" You Li’s face changed. Her beautiful features were twisted with rage. Without a word, she charged directly toward Quan Quan. There was no glimmer of light on her fists, no whistling sound; there was only a terrifying silence. Yet, no one doubted the power of that punch, for it was a soul-striking technique.

Fan Lang was now facing a similar situation. Since he could not defeat the Creation Demon God, he had to start over from the beginning, return to the past, and find another way. Even transferring his memories to his past self would be of great help.

"Sigh, the word 'love' is quite subtle. It depends not only on chance but also on fate. Love forced upon oneself brings no happiness and only leads to heartbreak, so why bother? Yu'er, you are currently trapped by love," Han Ling advised.

"Yi Jianfeng, what should we do now?" Chu Yanran asked, glancing at the frozen forest.

Before he could finish, the immense power of the air wave brought by Shen Weixuan’s sleeves struck his body. His clothes were instantly reduced to powder, revealing a lean but terrifying frame of muscle. Yet, even this "copper skin and iron bones" began to bleed from countless gashes in the violent wind.

Facing the biting cold current, Yi Jianfeng had never imagined that the cold released by a third-tier 'Ice Soul Talisman' would be this strong. Even from so far away, he felt the freezing chill eroding his skin and had to channel his energy to resist it.

Jin Feng offered a faint smile, but it was not a vibrant one. Perhaps it carried too much helplessness.

Yin Junfeng shook his head slightly and said, "I don't know." However, in his heart, something seemed to be calling to him—vague, elusive, and hazy.

Xie Feng was indifferent. He turned and walked away, watching the undead who were about to be completed for a moment, a strange feeling stirring within him. Then, he walked slowly out, following the original path, and left the dark dungeon.

The Creation Demon God looked at the ashes on his hand and blew gently, scattering them.

Watching his brother and sister-in-law depart, Lu Cang felt a bitterness in his heart. Tomorrow, they wouldn't be grateful to him anymore, would they?

This method was not easy to pull off. If any part of the process went wrong, all previous efforts would be wasted, and it might even draw the attention of Xiong Kaixuan and the others.

"Holy King, thank you for today!" Lu Xia shouted at the Holy King’s retreating back. Turning around, she saw Young Master Yan with his brows furrowed, looking lost in thought. What was wrong with him? He was so strange today.

From this, one could see that Zhang Xinshu truly had a deep passion for the internet industry.

Though Lu Bu and Guan Yu were also angry at Liu Bei, they didn’t share the complex realization that Liu Tianhao had. Hearing Liu Tianhao speak, they hurriedly resealed the wine jar, threw a handful of coins onto the table, and followed him outside.

Perhaps when things quieted down in the evening, he would think it over carefully and realize that such an act was not feasible.

Li Shenxing and Wang Guodong looked at the economic crime investigation officer simultaneously, who nodded slightly, giving a firm confirmation.

But when the group encountered danger in the primitive mountains, it was he who told Zhao Heng to leave first while he stayed behind to cover the retreat.

The only pity was that several of the jars had been smashed by Yu Luo. These were antiques from a thousand years ago, and any one of them could have sold for millions of taels.