Chapter 69: Painting the Dragon Head of the Bench Dragon

"Do not rejoice too soon. We need to reach the very innermost part, yet we've even lost our sense of direction," Su Yu said, withdrawing his spacetime handprint.

Which House Zhang? When speaking with Shen Zhou about a downfall, the only House Zhang that came to mind was the hostile Jianchang Marquis Manor.

"However, many medicinal herbs are evergreen plants throughout the four seasons, so those are quite easy to find. There are quite a few right around here. But we've already seen them." Zhang Tiancheng frequented the mountains, naturally possessing skilled outdoor culinary abilities.

If she truly wanted to be stopped, given how far Su Yu's spatial domain had advanced to mastery, stopping her would not be difficult.

This place was indeed identical to the previous life's video game. It was precisely a relatively secluded alley, ensuring no need to worry about being discovered.

"No, no, no. Here, I am still a student. At most, an intern," Qin Chuan waved his hands repeatedly.

The alleyway was of limited space. Although some neighborhood urchins came out to watch the commotion upon hearing the movement, Shen Rui and his servant were dressed impeccably and politely stepped aside of their own accord, causing the onlookers to unconsciously gaze past them.

Old E caught sight of him, hurriedly dismounted from his horse, bowed respectfully, and greeted, "Greetings, Master Suo!" The Manchu official's residence and Prince Ping's residence frequently interacted, so the prominent stewards of both households recognized one another.

It was nothing more than "condolence visits" from various friends. Deep Blue truly had no heart left to socialize. Yet, the less she socialized, the more it made her look like a sore loser making a fool of herself. Ah, playing a game could be so utterly exhausting.

Although this was an entirely unfamiliar capital, vastly different from the prosperous metropolis five hundred years later, it was still the capital nonetheless. While his physical body belonged to a Songjiang native, his residing soul found it difficult to develop any sense of belonging toward Songjiang.

According to the established rules, the three of us need to prepare three songs today to consider the task completed.

After all, for the owner of an entertainment agency to stay at the home of their top-grossing artist was hardly breaking news, was it?

The alchemist did not know the point of transforming into such a state, with a blurred destiny... yet it still persisted.

Even for him now, the time spent on breathing exercises was no longer confined to the brief moments of dawn and dusk.

He did not hesitate, immediately stepping forward to greet Ishikawa Lingxiang before taking a seat in a vacant spot beside her.

Not only was Suzuran surprised by his words, but she also had no time to distress over having been "deceived."

"Right, Old Gong, that's illegal stuff. They wouldn't dare do that!" The others, recovering their senses, immediately reassured him.

Jiang Chang'an smiled bitterly to himself. Today, he had been subjected to such provocation more than once. His lower body fiercely resisted yet remained stubbornly erect, feeling as if it could burst at any moment, prompting him to silently recite the Mind-Clearing Mantra.

As the two arrived at the "Dragon Gate Inn," Steward Lu hurried forward to receive them. Before the master even had time to rest, he went straight to the inner hall.

His tone grew even more aggressive, and Jiang Chang'an least expected that the Lingxiao Palace would resort to such a tactic—presumably a method used to track the whereabouts of its disciples.

Mo Youting saw that the expression on her face was no longer as troubled as before, and his mood lifted as well.

He shook his head and opened the car door. Since they had already left, he needed to leave as well.

"Alright, Big Brother." She pouted her lips happily, knowing that Big Brother was always the best to her.

By May, the number of contracted employees in the studio had exceeded one hundred, and the monthly revenue dividends of "Above the Clouds" naturally broke the million mark.

The office grew quiet once again. Qiao Anming leaned back against the leather chair with a trace of fatigue, a gentle spin turning his face toward the window, where mottled neon lights decorated the city's night scene to appear both enchanting and desolate.

With one hand still tucked in his pants pocket, Qiao Anming remained silent, fixing a cold and deep gaze on the exasperated Du Ruo. Under that unwavering stare, Du Ruo's arrogant momentum withered by thirty percent.

Listening to Mo Qianning recount her past, Wang Suyu's heart was filled with hatred—nothing left save for sheer hatred.

By this time, the corpse of the Thousand-Maggot Centipede had righted itself, opening its mouth to emit a roar as it charged toward him.

Word had it that he had pursued Lan Yuchen for a long time, and eventually left Maple Forest Academy due to an emergency at home, after which Lan Yuchen pursued him all the way from City A to America?

Yet, that was something she would probably never be able to reach. Now, there was a matter within her capacity where she could help him while also benefiting herself—truly a win-win situation.

"Brother Xiang, have you gone mad? Those four avatars are fine, why destroy them?" Ouyang Huiyun cried out in shock upon seeing Zhang Xiang's action.

There were quite a few factions, like the ruthless Unforgiving Palace and Sea Cloud Temple, that mobilized all their disciples toward a specific target. Since it was not the first time they had sent disciples into the Supreme Profound Wonderland, most sects had their own goals and objectives. Of course, all of this was conducted under extremely secretive circumstances.

"From Jiangnan to the capital is more than a thousand miles. Even with an armed escort all the way to the capital, it will take nearly a month. Can the Emperor hold on for that long?" Zhang Tian turned to look at Imperial Physician Chen.

Not to mention others, even her gaze was captured. She desperately wanted to see what the protagonist of the day looked like, and naturally, she was even more curious about the exhibits inside.

She tilted her head slightly, pressing her father's hand tightly against her cheek, just like how her father used to dote on her in the past.

The only battle still ongoing was that of Long Feng. His combat with Divine King Yao Lan had now entered a white-hot state. Where had Divine King Yao Lan's spatial abilities gone? Completely absent—he was fighting Long Feng head-on with a long staff.

To Li Haoran's disappointment, this was merely an ordinary demonic beast, with a cultivated demonic core situated right between its brows.

Just as they were chattering and discussing among themselves, Manager Park's voice rang out at the door.

The yellow-robed elder casually tossed a remark to Hou Junshao, then turned his gaze directly toward Li Mu. The purpose of the three of them coming here was obvious—they were all here for Li Mu, the newcomer.