Volume 1, Chapter 56: Chosen by the Manager

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Steam rose from the table, revealing an array of exquisite and meticulously prepared dishes, indicating that the chef had prepared them well in advance. However, that mattered little; it was merely a wasted banquet, though it did not necessarily mean Song Que had anticipated it all along.

Prince-tier bio-beasts had strict physical modification limits, and the Supreme Beasts were no exception. It was simply that experimental subjects of their tier were exceedingly rare, so the programmed lifespan had been extended dozens of times, and the number of allowed modifications was far from a mere pitiful few.

The turn of events far exceeded my expectations. Never did I imagine that trouble would actively seek me out even when I went nowhere.

Finding the dish too tough to bite through, Xu Feiqing opted for the duck blood soup instead. It appeared to be made with aged duck blood rather than tender young cuts, yet it brought a pleasant surprise upon tasting—its sour undertone was quite distinct from the duck blood vermicelli soups of the Jiangnan region.

This dark elf tribe had not always numbered seven factions from the beginning. The original tribe consisted of a little over ten thousand dark elves led by Byron, who defeated the ogres entrenched here and thus seized this underground city.

Faced with such a situation, Hua Yuye was experiencing this for the very first time like a young maiden boarding a bridal sedan. Her inner turmoil was palpable, though she forced herself to remain calm.

The intelligent system must have calculated Sun Ruodan's objective and understood that this could not shake off Sun Ruodan's threat. The Sky City was never a combat fortress, nor had its master ever imagined it would one day be deployed in warfare. Therefore, aside from some essential weaponry, it possessed virtually no combat potential.

Sun Ruodan's strength was beyond question, and staying by his side should normally have been quite safe. Yet, human psychology is remarkably peculiar; people often tend to believe what is right before their eyes rather than trusting their own rational judgment.

With this thought in mind, he seized the opportunity as it burrowed behind the tombstone, leaping silently out from behind the tree. Having just been nauseated by the bloody scene of the civet cat preying upon a feline, and ignorant of the civet's true prowess, he dared not act rashly and merely wanted to retrieve the dead man's severed ear dropped on the ground before fleeing back.

State recognition implied employment by the state, with both parties sharing the spoils according to agreement, taking what they needed. The exploitative clauses and the value of the historical ruins outlined in the agreement were within acceptable limits—a rather peculiar model of cooperation.

According to royal regulations, Nianyuan Xi was the eldest prince and the primary heir to the throne. If Nianyuan Xi returned to the nation of Fusang, he would likely ascend to the throne as the next king. To contend for the crown, Thar did not hesitate to take matters into his own hands, hoping to eliminate the eldest prince without a trace.

Di Qianxie watched the shifting expressions on her face with rapt interest. The longer he looked, the more wickedly unrestrained the smile at the corner of his lips became.
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After listening to Li Ruofeng, Zhao Yu packed all his previously prepared items into a bundle and slung it over his shoulder. Hearing just then that the assessment required going down the mountain, he returned to his room to fetch a length of rope, which was why he had arrived late.

"Around seven, I suppose. Eat first and don't starve yourself! Otherwise, if you get a stomachache, I'm the one who will suffer!" Pei Shaobei's gentle tone was intoxicatingly sweet, flowing like a murmuring brook into my heart, carrying a faint, tangible warmth.

I knew this was perhaps the greatest concession Teacher Mu could possibly make! With reddened eyes, I bowed repeatedly, biting my lips in deep shame as I ran out.

Duan Yiran pitied Mu Niansheng for falling out with her family on his account, cherishing her all the more. Not only did he marry her with full pomp and ceremony, but he also treated her with absolute obedience afterward, and the two spent a period of happy days together.

While singing nursery rhymes in a childish, lisping voice, she kept gesturing with her hands, setting the entire room into roaring laughter.

Mu Lingxi stared fixedly at the middle-aged man before her for a moment, and a sense of deep familiarity welled up spontaneously. It was not the pleasant impression of a first meeting, but rather something branded into bone and blood—a feeling exclusive to those bound by kinship.

Si Kongchen held her tightly, refusing to let go like a child clinging to a beloved toy, inhaling the familiar scent emanating from her.

Although the deities had fallen into demonic ways, the Heavenly Emperor, mindful of their past creation of the world, never dared to unleash his full might to destroy them.

As Ye Xiu concluded his sword-practicing drill, He Zhiyue's urging shouts echoed from outside the door.

Before I could react, Ma Bo snatched the Heshi Bi away. Panic instantly surged within me, and I made a move to snatch it back.

A light armored vehicle pushed past the crowd and halted before Chen Jinaite and his companion, the top hatch swinging open.

How much time had passed, Chen Jinaite could not tell, but the light blanketing the surface of his cocoon gradually dimmed, finally allowing him a faint glimpse of the scenery outside the cocoon.
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The Shura Path, though small in number, was composed entirely of battle-hardened elites. Jiang Yuntian's strength pushed the power of the Shura Path to its ultimate extreme.

Having finally resolved the sixth tribulation before his eyes, Li Fushen heaved a sigh of relief, though everything was far from over.

Only observant individuals noticed that for over half an hour, they had barely moved an inch, every single step appearing agonizingly difficult. No one could fathom what level of crushing pressure existed in that space.

"I rarely see anyone more arrogant than myself. Even if you once raised hell in District Twenty-Nine, it doesn't mean you can run wild here!" With those words, he brandished his long saber and charged toward Ah Hao.

"Mom, Mom..." Yun Anning did not know what else to say at that moment; she could only call out to her mother over and over again.

Cao Bianjiao raised his head, gazing straight ahead past the parade platform. As sunlight poured down, sabers and spears gleamed like a forest, and battle armors dazzled the eye. Stretching as far as the eye could see was a fiery red expanse that covered the earth and sky, emanating an overwhelmingly mighty momentum.

However, coinciding with a banquet in the palace, Gong Mingyu could not slip away easily. Thus, she inexplicably chose to enlist Nangong Xiayan to help her.

He had carefully pondered how to expand his scale next, and the foremost requirement was acquiring more land for cultivation.

Hearing this, Li Guoqi turned pale, knowing he had narrowly escaped death. He was well aware of Cao Bianjiao's temperament, which truly made it entirely possible that he would have been executed on the spot.
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