Volume 1, Chapter 33: An Invitation from the Crown Prince

The personal maid of Lady Yu arrived at Shang Yinqiong’s courtyard. "Third Miss, it is time for dinner. The Master and Mistress are already in the main hall. Please make your way there as soon as possible."

Having delivered the message, she departed.

Shang Yinqiong had long since changed her clothes, and Ling Wei was restyling her hair. "Miss, Sister Yu has been gone for quite a while now. I wonder when she will return?"

Since coming to the young lady’s courtyard, she had always been by Sister Ling Yu’s side and had never been separated from her for such a long time.

Shang Yinqiong toyed with a lock of hair that fell naturally. "Counting the days, if all went smoothly, she should have already set out. I expect she will be back in three to five days."

...

As his breathing gradually steadied, Yang Tianbo sat in the courtyard as usual, using his hearing to count the number of intruders who had infiltrated Purple Mist Cloud Manor.

"What exactly is going on? Why are even you and the High Priest so wary?" I felt even more anxious and curious.

Hearing A-Jie say this, I finally realized it, and a chill settled over me. Ever since I had walked through the underworld, I had become all too familiar with this sensation.

Before the figure in the black robe could utter his final words, he collapsed to the ground, his dying gaze fixed in the direction of Feng Ge.

"Hehe, Xun Ruo, look into the room. Look closely, and you will discover it yourself." Ming Xuan did not tell her immediately, choosing instead to let her find out on her own.

Monkey Sun took the bankbook and opened it to see a deposit of 800,000 yuan under the name of Sun Naizheng. With one bankbook and one card, one could withdraw money anywhere in the country. His brother had been very thoughtful.

According to the point system, Du Bian of the Eunuch Academy led the runner-up by nearly 13 points. However, tomorrow’s painting competition could easily wash away that 13-point advantage in an instant, turning certain victory into defeat.

***

In this campaign, the Star Observatory had captured 108 cities, while Yu Tian City had taken 90.

It was precisely because of this that the old man in blood-colored robes had suffered such severe injuries. Had he kept his guard up and remained vigilant, he would never have ended up in such a wretched state.

The ancient Heaven-Shaking Dragon Ape let out a furious roar that shook the heavens, tearing the man’s clothes to shreds before opening its maw and swallowing him whole.

At the same time, the young man with the black crew cut moved in a flash, covering the short distance of twenty meters in the blink of an eye to arrive at Nangong Kexin’s side.

Although he had done unforgivable things to her, ten years of love caused Nangong Kexin’s eyes to redden, though she managed to hold back her tears.

The brown long-blade in Ukyo Tachibana’s left hand was wreathed in flames; it was indeed the dragon-hunting blade of the Crystal Dragon Hunter.

Sahn, who had only enough time to be astonished, had already fallen into a pool of blood, his sword dropped to the side.

"No rush, they will be able to get out in a moment." The Dream-Chasing Shadow stood on the spaceship, staring intently at another direction below, where a dark forest lay.

Just as she thought of this, the sound of footsteps clattered from not far away. Sensing this, Nangong Kexin’s heart began to pound with nervousness again.

This time, Mela leaped up suddenly, her sharp claws raking through the air. Instantly, ten azure blade-lights flew from above, striking rapidly toward Mu Ling and the tall, thin boy.

Hesitant, Igor looked in the direction the captain of the guard was pointing; what he saw was a dwarven messenger standing on the city gate, holding a war banner high.

"Provoked," Aiyin blushed with anger, but as if infected by his mood, she couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of her lips. With a light huff, she turned her head away, refusing to look at him anymore.

With talent like Jiang Tianchen’s, once he entered the Profound Spirit Hall, he would certainly be fought over by numerous elders eager to take him as a disciple.

***

Wang Shiyu’s eyes widened, and she let out a cry of disbelief. She began to breathe rapidly and whipped her head around, but all she saw was emptiness. A sense of absolute terror instantly enveloped her entire body.

The roulette began to spin at high speed. Amidst a series of shrill screams, in the blink of an eye, Yan Na was torn to pieces by the iron spikes on the ground. Shaka pressed my head tightly against his chest; just listening to those screams, I couldn't stop trembling, my hands unconsciously clutching his lapels.

This was the legendary Chi You, the Great Emperor who once shook ancient China—a top-tier powerhouse among humanity who could truly rival the Yellow Emperor. Although Chi You ultimately failed to defeat the coalition of the Five Emperors, he was served by a multitude of powerful generals, including the God of War, Xing Tian, which spoke to his unique charisma.

The Divine Vine Tree did not speak, but its vines shimmered, and a single leaf flew into the Armory Mountain—it had truly given it up.

Liu Qin was speechless. All the blame lay in loving too deeply; unwilling to watch her depart, he had gone to the lengths of defying the heavens to change her fate. Yet, the fate he changed was not hers, but rather, he had pushed them both into an abyss from which there was no return.

Suppressing her heartache, she forced a smile and turned around, unaware that this smile looked even more miserable than tears.

Shen Ruiqian had fallen asleep in the car, so he was carried out by Ye Laiyin, wrapped in a cotton coat.

Facing the mockery of the crowd, Lu Yuan’s expression remained indifferent. Although he could not fathom Liu Fuding’s intentions tonight, it did not matter. Given his current status and strength, if he still had to care about a mere leader of the Hongxing gang, there was no point in him remaining the "King of Newcomers" at the Bureau of Strange Investigations.

"Are you going to abandon your world and your throne?" Feng Qian’ge raised an eyebrow as she looked at him, a trace of restrained amusement clearly playing on her lips.

"Linglong Step, slide away!" Prince Aosen narrowly dodged the palm strike. However, as Dora Qiwen withdrew her hand, the wind from her fingers curled and snapped forward.

Shen Xinyi had indeed contacted the company. The company had apartments for their artists. Having nowhere else to go, she called the director. Upon hearing her request, the director felt uneasy. Why would she suddenly bring up the apartment? He suspected something was wrong.