Chapter 41

At the very least, however, she knew that Qi Zhixi was the son of Qi Ruize from the Qi Group, a background absolutely not to be trifled with.

Kong Yixian tried hard to suppress a chuckle, only to be pulled closer into his embrace. Resting against Chang Yi’s right side, her face was pressed tightly to his chest, perfectly shielding her right eye from view.

Meijiao instantly transformed into Andre, conjuring up ropes to bind Xue'er and Mingfei, and smoothly led them into the castle under the guise of legitimate visitors. Passing through the grand portico, rounding a fountain, and making a turn, they quickly found a secluded spot to hide. Fortunately, finding a hiding place in such a massive castle was not difficult.

Noticing his tone was calm and normal, Midnight inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as communication was possible, and judging by his demeanor, he clearly wasn't here to cause trouble.

Only Lin Ke remained heavy-hearted. As the creator, according to Ketian's insight, she was destined to write the ending. That meant she was undoubtedly the pivotal figure and possessed the power to change something—but what exactly was that power?

Chen Jiuer glared at Yun Li not far away and roared, "Yun Li! What on earth did you do to him?" Huo Xiaojin looked utterly wretched, worse even than when he was sick. His breathing was rapid, and his hands gripped hers tightly, though whether from physical pain, she could not tell.

In her ears was Li Tan’s stern reprimand. How annoying he was; her own father had never restricted her so much—don't do this, don't do that, should you dare, ought you not—acting just like that stubborn, ancient immortal Bai Jinghong who had lived for over thirty thousand years.

It would be best if he were tortured to death by that fiendish aura, letting his son truly experience what a light-fiend curse felt like.

Frowning, he scanned the young dragons below, which were becoming active once again after the sunrise, and finally cast his gaze toward a remote foothill in the distance.

Lin Ke had no choice but to recount the sequence of events with a wry smile, including the encounters she, Meijiao, and the other two had faced. Later, when she was immobilized, she seemed to have seen Yang Xue'er as well, which meant everyone was accounted for. Her miscalculation was simply not anticipating that Mingfei was no match for a vampire.

I calculated in my mind that the only viable plan now was to slip back into the rear hall without alerting the ronin stationed there, take out the guards by surprise, and only then could our rescue mission succeed. Otherwise, even if we stormed in and killed a few ronin in the manor, failing to save the Prince of Liao and the Princess would render all our efforts entirely in vain.

To sum it up in a single sentence: that person was ridiculously formidable. Yet someone of such terrifying stature had now turned up simply to oversee the second round of interviews? What about the third round, then?

Zhang Chenglie sighed once more and recounted how Lei Mingjian had led a troop away to attack Gufeng. Ling Yun glanced at Tu Longjie without saying a word.

With a single slash, the plaza caved in deeply, the city walls shattered, and the entire royal city collapsed with a thunderous roar.

Recalling the rumors circulating in Yongyao City over the past two days about the man in the bamboo hat, she thought to herself that it surely had to be him. Furthermore, the person who had just unleashed the lightning magic was merely holding a place in line for this bamboo-hatted man. Could he really be the legendary powerhouse who had single-handedly slain fifty martial artists and mages?

Fatty Haji and Melinda’s family were exceptionally honest and hardworking people. After slightly adapting to the life of the Starlight Mercenary Corps, they voluntarily took on the responsibility of cooking for everyone. After all, this had been agreed upon beforehand; otherwise, they couldn't simply expect the Starlight Mercenary Corps to support them for free.

Three days later, toward evening, the stifling heat of midsummer had dissipated somewhat, and a night breeze carrying a hint of coolness swept past, instantly refreshing the mind.

Realizing this, Su Yirong's heart contracted violently, a sharp pang of pain causing her to double over.

Lying on the soft bed, fireflies danced above her head like twinkling stars in the night sky, blinking playfully at her, so lively that she found it hard to sleep. Her thoughts drifted along with the dancing fireflies back to those long-sealed memories from three years ago.

With such alternating inner heat and outer chill, Yue Longting not only failed to feel the surging heat within his body subside, but sensed it actually growing stronger. A jolt of panic struck his heart; it was evident that meditation was no longer of any use, and he had to find another way.

When his phone rang, he almost dropped it. Catching sight of Dong Zhuo’s caller ID, he felt a wave of relief, thinking that if he had dropped it, he would have had no choice but to jump down after it.

"If you don't know how, it doesn't matter. Just have Diao Chen teach you," he said, gesturing toward the game unfolding nearby. Diao Chen had potted shot after shot, sinking every single ball, while the spectators were practically dozing off. His opponent stood by the table, scratching his head in frustration—such a thoroughly lopsided match was genuinely disheartening to watch.

Clearly, Song Lingyan had not yet recovered from the shock and was rambling incoherently. Left with no choice, Lu Qingyu pressed down on her shoulders and gave her a firm shake, which finally brought her back to her senses.

Heizi felt a lingering, bone-chilling terror sweat break out, feeling like crying without tears. Was the vast world truly devoid of any place for him to hide?

"Kill!" With a fierce shout, a beam of black sword energy swept outward, striking the scales that covered the Azure Dragon's entire body. The heavens and earth trembled, the wind and clouds shifted. Struck by the blow, the massive Azure Dragon swayed violently, and its scales visibly shattered layer by layer, dissolving into billowing plumes of smoke.

Upon hearing He Han's words, the audience below instantly swept away the melancholic expressions on their faces, and a deafening wave of applause immediately rang out. Luo Yixuan stepped forward to bow and express her gratitude to the audience, and the recording of the show continued.

"There's no need, Yiyi. Even if you tell the truth, no one will believe you," Dongfang Yi said with a smile.