Volume One, Chapter 50: The Playboy’s Pursuit of Knowledge Meets Contempt

The sky was clear and bright before the ancient and simple gate of the Lu family’s clan school.

It is often said that fear arises from the unknown, and now she was beginning to feel a creeping dread toward the “involution system” bound to her.

This news enraged Yang Ke deeply. Fang Di had actually fled on his own out of fear at such a critical moment.

“Director, you said just now that the ghost only appeared after Qian Shen’s handprint was pressed at his home. So, if we make those culprits press their handprints, will the ghost come out to kill them?” As soon as Chen Wei finished speaking, Chen Lei immediately asked.

Upon hearing that the two were about to leave, Lady Ling felt reluctant, but after spending several days with them, she had let go of much of her worry. The restoration of Jiu’er filled her with heartfelt gratitude to the heavens.

Thus, an urgent search was launched, thoroughly scouring the river sections along the route of the Zhu Lang cargo ship. Yet, for months on end, no trace was found.

Such a massive wave of controversy erupted online that the entire company—from top to bottom—grew anxious, scrambling to find ways to resolve the matter.

No matter how much Ren analyzed, he had never imagined that Hang Xi and her group’s business would be connected to Hong Wei’s death in such a way.

The distinctive scent of hospital disinfectant wafted into his nostrils, while white-coated doctors bustled about nearby.

She blinked, glanced at the box in her hand, then at her own box—it was a bottle of perfume—and then handed both boxes over together.

Indeed, the system had long warned him that fragments of the Heavenly Dao and the materials for crafting the Yinglong Pill—Heart-guarding Qilin and Dragon’s Eye—would appear at the auction. That was why he had come prepared.

This was a dangerous figure. Even with all the advantages in hand, the three Holy-level warriors of the Fire Tribe regarded him with cautious respect, a wariness that was deeply ingrained.

Though I relied on the fact that I had transmigrated from another world and had heard many songs, I couldn’t help but feel the awkward shame of plagiarizing someone else’s work. To conceal it, I lowered my gaze further, hiding my expression from others.

No sooner had the words fallen than the phone in Lu Yuchen’s hand connected. Jiang Sheng’s voice came through, and he immediately abandoned his search for a target, raising his hand to answer once again.

Two actors, both trained in martial arts, were cast to perform the scene, naturally saving Lin Chen a great deal of trouble.

By mid-morning, Lin Nuoya, sitting in her car, was still directing Bing Po as it circled through the outskirts of the capital, round after round.

Whenever the Empress sank into such a mood, if she spoke, it only made her temper flare even more fiercely.

“How was she to you a few years ago?” Ping Lianchuan asked in confusion. They hadn’t met in years, yet her attitude was completely different? It was too strange.

“Chen’er, looks like… you’ve forgotten everything you learned last night!” I said as I continued, biting down hard.

That laughter sounded both pitiful and domineering; it made the warriors who still wished to fight shudder and instinctively retreat.

“Hello everyone, it’s an honor to participate in this competition. Now, I will announce the winners of the Dance Fragrance Perfume Contest!” Jim declared.

As Xiao Mo turned his head, his heart jolted. Before him was a voluptuous figure wildly writhing against a massive stone wall, seemingly lost to her senses.

“Your bag is left in my car—come down and get it quickly!” Li Jinjun said impatiently.