Volume One, Chapter 119: No Need to Spare Me Any Courtesy

“Perhaps,” Montage said suddenly, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

He had thought he was growing fast enough, soon to break through the barriers and see the vast world beyond.

But then this news came unexpectedly.

Could it be that the dark era from a century ago was about to repeat itself?

“Born in this era, everyone has their own destiny. When poor, one should maintain personal integrity; when successful, one should help the world. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself,” Old Jiang said kindly, as if wanting to reach out and pat Montage on the shoulder.

“Some things are prearranged, destined from the start, but others are accidents, mere coincidences,” Aotian Yan said calmly. “Whether luck or chance, the heavy responsibility of saving the Divine Realm now rests on your shoulders.”

She felt as if she had barely slept before, in a daze, someone suddenly embraced her from behind. Gu Xiaoxian shivered sharply, waking up with a start.

“Hallmaster Fang, please wait a moment. I’m just taking a short rest, then I’ll go tend to Zitao’s wounds,” Lu Ran said in a low voice.

“Don’t worry!” Beidou said firmly. “Here’s how I see it: there’s no other way currently for Amia to gain Usufiat’s trust, so we’ll use their own strategy against them.”

“Weren’t you abroad with Jiang Guohui? When did you come back?” Chen Mengting was genuinely surprised. Four years ago, after Cheng Feifei left China for the United States with Jiang Guohui, there had been no news. She never expected to see Cheng Feifei here today, on such an important day.

“You don’t know a damn thing. You’re just like me—drinking and chasing women all the time. What feelings?” Wang Meng said irritably.

Ye Liangyan’s phone rang just then. Jiang Yutang had a gathering tonight. He had said he would pick her up after he finished his work.

Lu Ran had some experience in the underworld. At a glance, he knew Zhao Lanrui had been drugged. And with that lecherous, overweight man staring at her, how could she possibly understand? A chill flashed in his eyes.

The Emperor Xuanyuan was shocked, his expression shifting rapidly from surprise to panic, his face a vivid display of emotion.

De Ren laughed heartily: “That’s just the surface. Even the Korean Coast Guard has shot at Chinese fishermen before, but in the past few years of the Sino-Japanese disputes, has anyone died? There’s an unspoken understanding between the two countries’ leaders. Besides, RB breaking free from America’s control benefits China as well.”

Human beings — any living being — can unleash a punch that stirs the strong and weak nuclear forces, use electromagnetic energy to sustain their bodies, their own mass to generate gravity, and even their breath can pierce through twenty-six dimensions.

Whether or not the problem can be discovered directly affects the safety of the five assistant directors and the three of us. There’s no room for carelessness.

“A clinic? Why are you suddenly thinking of opening a clinic?” Xue’er’s mind was just right, so why this sudden thought? Had her mind gone astray again? He scrutinized Murong Xue with curiosity.

At that moment, the sky began to darken. Black clouds gathered from all directions, converging over the Qinling Mountains to form a ten-kilometer-wide dome of clouds, pressing down with a heavy weight.

Mu Yunyi was inexplicably ill. Ye Zhixin was anxious but had to follow protocol, waiting until the next day to see Mu Yunyi.

On the fourth day, as night fell and the entire base had just finished dinner, a red telephone rang.

Jiang Li watched Ye Zhixin wield her long whip, involuntarily recalling the scene at Shili Bamboo Residence, Ye Zhixin drenched in blood in Shuying’s embrace.

Though the accompanying image was high-resolution, the dim lighting made it less clear. But the figure dressed in black, with a high ponytail and cat ears on her head—who else could it be if not herself?

Jia Cong waved his hand casually, feigning indifference but secretly thrilled. He actually wished the world knew he was the ‘Third Young Master Cong.’ The more people knew, the better—it wasn’t something to be hidden.