"Good," Ye Zhen thought to herself. If her expectations were correct, in just a few days, the Huang family would host a banquet, inviting Ye Hua, Ye Xiao, and Ye Mei to the Four Courtyards. It was during this event that the scandal of Ye Hua harassing Huang Wanru would spread, causing Ye Hua's downfall. In her previous life, she had looked down on him, thinking he was merely pretending to be virtuous.

"What on earth were you thinking? Why are you fighting a foreigner—and not just any foreigner, but the CEO of an investment company?" Wang Qingwei questioned sternly.

As the crowd grew frenzied over the cultivation technique, a cloaked cultivator quietly vanished from his spot in the hall. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared on the platform, lifting a massive axe and striking it against the barrier, intent on seizing the technique by force.

She couldn’t bring herself to look at her; after hearing Chu Yun's words, Lin Xiaohuan’s reaction was unimaginable.

Wu Liang returned to his shadow form, and Shen Jun was only mildly surprised. The aura of Wu Liang felt familiar to Leng Dao, though he couldn’t quite place it.

As Chen Tong was frozen in place, his sacred energy burst forth, and without hesitation, he slapped a golden talisman behind him.

The space-creation technique that Madam Lan spoke of was something Ye Shaoxuan seemed to recall hearing Tian Yan mention. It was meant to prevent other underworld cultivators from entering. Once you’re in, you either stay or die trying to leave.

When Liu Hong entered the fourth layer, he too bypassed the five-thousand-spirit-point fee, opting instead to fight his way in. Coincidentally, he had taken the same route controlled by Xue Fang.

"Impressive, Nephew Yin truly has the aura of a sect master!" Li Yixian smiled as he spoke to Yun Qingfeng.

While more than a dozen Golden Core cultivators fought in the central area, Yang Chen’s gaze suddenly turned cold as he looked in a particular direction.

On the way back, Wu Gang lay comfortably, while Zhang Wei couldn’t help but wonder why it hadn’t been him who fainted—then he wouldn’t have to walk.

Feng Xuanyu’s gaze grew colder, radiating hostility. "Since she’s here, let her recover fully before leaving," he said to Ye Ying and the others. "You’ve all endured enough. Come back with me and rest." With that, he turned and walked away.

She had already planned her reaction for when Gu Heze kissed her. How could she best display her allure in that moment?

Guo Lan was moved by his words, her damp eyes widening with sincerity. Her cheeks immediately flushed a rosy red.

Looking at the fierce Hulaizi before him, who swore he would avenge his brother, yet secretly conspired with the son of his enemy, Cheng Lifeng couldn’t help but feel disgusted.

Once the figure sat down, it became clear it was a cat demon disguised as a young man. Liu Cheng’s chopsticks flew from his hand before he realized it, striking the demon squarely on the forehead, causing him to tilt back, chair and all, crashing to the floor.

Walking ahead, Wu Gang observed the school. Although the campus looked old, it was fully equipped, with the sunlight casting a serene atmosphere over the grounds.

The tree-man looked at Wu Gang, his gaze filled with confusion, clearly not understanding what Wu Gang was saying.

Smart people understand timing and advantages. Avoiding direct conflict can often be wiser than a bloody confrontation.

Even so, the company had nearly broken even on all expenses, making Chu Xian marvel at the lucrative nature of the beauty industry.

After seeing the monster fall with no further movement, Ultraman Tiga resumed a relaxed stance, preparing to fly away and revert to human form.

"What are you trying to do?" Upon seeing the scene, Karp released an overwhelming aura, like a hurricane, forcing Lei Xi and others to step back.

The entire afternoon and evening saw countless college students and homebodies glued to their screens, obsessed with the addictive Werewolf game, skipping classes, staying up, and refusing to leave their computers.

Not far away, Liu Mu looked toward the center of the bridge, where the Wild Hunters had backed away, revealing the scene at the bridge’s center.

A furious roar suddenly sounded as Borsalino, having been struck down, shot back from a distance as a pillar of light. His right cheek was red and swollen, blood trickled from his mouth, and his eyes blazed with fury. As a Navy Admiral, being struck by a nobody was a disgrace.

"No, I mean, look at the weapons they’re holding," Guli pointed at the submachine guns in the merfolk's hands.

They were like the elderly men in parks gathered around a chess game, watching intently without interfering, even more entertained than if they’d been in the game themselves.

When they saw Lin Wei and A’fu being subdued, every demon’s heart started to stir. Who wouldn’t want such a powerful summoned beast?

Due to its reputation as dark magic, she guessed that the Bliss Pavilion would be interested in it—and she was right.