Volume One Chapter 36: An Unexpected Delight

Su Tong was taken aback when someone asked to book a fortune-telling session with him for the first time. He paused for a second, lowered his gaze, and after a moment’s thought, replied, “My livestream schedule is irregular. I don’t accept appointments.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling field of digital flowers bloomed on the screen—a tenfold Dreamlike Flower Sea effect.

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“You’re awake.” Dongfang Ziqing appeared at the doorway with a gentle smile, holding breakfast in her hand. There was nothing about her demeanor that suggested she’d been injured.

Seated in his chair, King Yama found himself startled by Bardock’s expression and aura. He couldn’t help but think to himself: Could Lord Bardock really intend to challenge those two supreme beings?

“Wait! Did you say training?” Vegeta immediately followed after Piccolo upon hearing this. He’d been wanting to ask about this himself—how could he let such a golden opportunity slip by?

Of course, it wasn’t just Zhai Qihan. The faces of everyone from War Gate were flushed—the telltale sign of surging blood and battle fervor.

Still, considering his cultivation, it wasn’t such a big deal. After all, those of high cultivation often harbor peculiar tempers.

At dusk, before Shen Yaxi could finish preparing to leave the manor, she was ambushed by a group of masked men dressed in black.

Nightwind was still clad in his signature blue robes, but today’s garment bore a faint pattern of the Eight Trigrams. His silver hair cascaded loosely over his shoulders, and there was still a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth that hadn’t been wiped clean.

Yun Xiao and San Qi’s opinions clashed completely, and together they dragged her to the Western Hall—leaving one speechless with exasperation. The new master and her two personal maids walked ahead, with the other servants trailing closely behind. The group made their way slowly from the main hall toward the western wing.

“Here, simmer this for four hours. Add three qian of centipede as the medicinal base.” With that, she stuffed the jar of antidote into Minglong’s arms. Having given these instructions, Jinse left the room and headed toward Xuanming’s chamber.

Feeling pleased with himself, Liu Feng typed out a few words, finished off another wave of minions, and returned to base for supplies. By the time he returned to the mid lane, he had amassed over a thousand in gold, and his Zhou Yu was now on par with Chuxia’s, both at level three. When they met again in the middle, both their characters had reached level three.

Maybe, to an old artist so set in his ways, after a night’s sleep, all of this would seem like nothing more than a dream.

“Enough! Remember to behave yourself next time!” A hint of nonchalance flickered across Longlinfei’s handsome face as he spoke casually.

Though those two looked rather peculiar, the emergence of the Lidi Tomb’s treasure had drawn every martial artist in Taijing who considered themselves capable. Who could say—perhaps they were the reclusive elders of some sect or clan, finally resurfacing after years of seclusion.

The one sent to “deliver the goods” was none other than Zhihu, Du Qingfeng’s trusted lieutenant.

Just contending with the Anjia family was already beyond what the Situ family could handle. Now, with the addition of a hidden clan, what resistance could they possibly muster? They were little more than lambs to the slaughter.

“When it comes to Lei Daqi, Luo Sulun, and Lu Yang, they all harbor a bellyful of grievances. Back then, you even spoke a few words in your brother’s defense. But I could hear a different meaning behind them.” Fang Yueyan’s tone suddenly shifted, and even his smile was enough to send chills down one’s spine.

Among the neighboring cities, Bairen City was the only one with an airport. Seizing the opportunity of rapid development, it was established a decade earlier than Jiaohe City; its urban layout bore traces of both age and newness.

Meixiang glanced at Longlinfei, then at Gu Ling’er, her brows furrowing. She truly couldn’t fathom what sort of play the young master and Miss Gu were acting out.

“Die! Die!” The Divine Son of the Immortal Clan laughed wildly, unrestrained and maniacal, like a devil incarnate.

A sweep of his divine sense revealed that his opponent was in fact a peak-stage Integration cultivator, and he couldn’t help but sigh deeply.