Mei Qingshuang’s stern expression lasted only a second before shifting to a benevolent and gentle look, her gaze cast downward with a glimmer passing over her eyes.

Chen Bao couldn’t shake the feeling that this AI was too strange… appearing as if by magic, far too “intelligent” to not feel eerie, especially considering it wasn’t even a real person.

With a deafening “boom,” the ground shook, the city walls collapsed, and those above were caught off guard, falling from the top in shock.

The Zheng family initially didn’t know if Ye Shu would be willing to receive them, so they didn’t push, opting instead to observe for a few days. Seeing him politely refuse several requests, they understood his intent. After that, they turned away most visitors, except for a select few Yuan Ying-level cultivators who sent respectful invitations that couldn’t be declined.

Lei Dachui couldn’t even be bothered to look—he swung his hammer, sending both the people and the door flying before they even had a chance to show their faces.

“Brother Yi’s Daoist skills are incredible—a single strike and an eighth-level high-tier ghost-faced spider slain! I am in awe. I must request more guidance from you today,” Bei Yuefeng said.

Pei Xiuxiu, Pei Qing’s half-sister, wasn’t here today. In fact, she hadn’t shown her face in the upper circles of Shengjing for quite some time. The reason? She and Pei Qing didn’t get along, and someone had taken care of her.

Next was Chen Luo from the Jiangyou Chen family. True to his renowned background, Chen Luo’s poetry was grand and composed, with every word and line rich in depth. He certainly upheld the family name.

Demons could indeed live longer than humans, but becoming a millennial demon was no simple feat. The tribulation of lightning was a massive trial—humans would reincarnate upon death, but demons who failed to overcome the lightning tribulation would be reduced to ashes.

“Is there any need to ask?” John Qiao’s face bore an unflinching look. George was somewhat surprised; such expressions were usually seen on those so-called revolutionaries of the last century, who, convinced they’d found a cause worth fighting for, feared nothing—not even death.

This grand procession, however, lacked a groom. Leading the procession on horseback was the king’s personal guard, Mu Yu.

“Even after all these years, that wretched woman haunts the prime minister’s thoughts, leaving behind an illegitimate child to flaunt before him,” a voice sneered.

Just as they exited the Fallen Grounds, the pursuers sent by the Western Sea King reached the edge.

It must be said, age brings wisdom; this evil god saw right away that Ye Cangtian’s powerful attack could not be used repeatedly.

“Enough! Start earning money properly from tomorrow—I need to go smooth things over with my mom,” came the reply with a mischievous grin.

In recent months, the country’s economy took a severe hit, and certain agencies disclosed that this year’s GDP growth would drop below five percent, maybe even lower.

Ye Fei didn’t respond, instead draining his opponent’s spiritual energy, gathering strength in his fist, and sending him flying directly toward Ye Yunxiao’s location.

The emperor’s plans were as sharp as ever—first, he kept her in the palace, and now he’s sent Li Qingyun off on an errand.

His spiritual awareness had now reached the peak of the Guizang realm, ready to break through to the Hanhai level. Any scene he’d seen before could be recreated perfectly in his mind.

It was always the same: once enough gold was collected, Qiao Yang would take it out to sell on his own. The accounts were always accurate—whatever gold he took, he’d return its full equivalent in cash, without a penny out of place.

Ming Shiyun hadn’t expected so much to happen on the emperor’s first night back. Even when Xiao Yingzhe told her about Shu Linyu’s situation, she thought she must have misheard.

“I will,” Li Moran said suddenly with a mischievous grin, scooping Ye Xiaomei into his arms and heading towards the bedroom.

When their eyes met, her heart ached. If there hadn’t been hatred between them, perhaps their fates would have been different. He was Xiaoluo’s brother—could she have seen him as a brother too? But at this moment, all they had between them was hatred.

“Apart from this, nothing has changed,” Yin Tianchao’s eyes bore into hers, his tone serious and commanding.

At the higher levels, there’d be fries, rice, and sorghum. The top tier included fresh meat, plentiful salt, sugar, and a variety of spices.

In S City, Ye Xiaomei paused, realizing the number on her phone screen was indeed her beloved husband’s number. She only understood when Wang Manni came over to check her phone.

With a slip of the hand, the wine bottle rolled to a spot nearby, and a jade pendant slipped from his sleeve. Bai Liyuxin took it in his hand, his gaze lingering lovingly on the delicate piece. This was the token Shiyu had given him. The jade pendant held so many sweet memories that his heart trembled as he gazed at it.

I wasn’t sure what I was thinking, but I felt as though I had so much to say. My hand unconsciously reached for his, and before I knew it, he was holding it.

Bai Liyuxin leaned slightly, evading her touch, and continued walking forward with a cold demeanor.

“Let him wait,” Li Shimin said, unable to decide, yet convinced that blood feud must be repaid in kind.

Qin Baobao brought the check to her lips, blowing gently. The check fluttered like a butterfly with wings, slowly tracing a white arc through the air before gently landing on the ground.

Ye Dong thought no more about it; he gathered Li Shenshi’s soul within the River of Blood, doing his best to push that terrifying gaze out of his mind. Without summoning the Qilin, he left the sandy sea, appearing above the Yunlong Gate.

As time grew tighter, Rose’s powerful aura at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage became harder to contain. Zheng Zheng finally sent her into the pagoda space to take shelter for now. He was also growing anxious; staying another day at the Hundred Flowers Valley after six or seven years increased the risks with every passing moment.

Seeing the rumors about Chen Fangping, she felt an inexplicable sense of heaviness, but above all, a strange sense of relief.

Qi Hao didn’t answer directly. “Let’s discuss this after Sheng’er’s marriage is settled.” He needed to consult Jing Shu first; if she agreed, they’d arrange the marriage. Otherwise, he wouldn’t force it.