Chapter 37

From this perspective, these deep-thinking imperial relatives and nobles all seem to covet Baili Changge. If this were any ordinary male favorite, given the mixed quality of such individuals, the hierarchy would have been established after a few exchanges of open and secret blows. But as for these few… heh, if they really start to compete, it will be quite a spectacle.

The barrier shattered. Samael nodded slightly, his right hand fingers pressed together, and a crimson sword aura surged forth, which he swung in a fluid motion.

Some marveled at how strong Lin Xiao and I truly were, especially me; I suspect that even the reclusive elders of the Lin family would be no match for me.

In an instant, Feng Ren’s body leaned forward, dragged a full five or six meters away. A searing pain radiated from the palm holding his sword, and he nearly lost his grip.

"Hmm, not bad. I am indeed Gao Jin, the God of Gamblers!" The man before me radiated the aura of a king.

This requires a profound understanding of one’s own path of enlightenment. Take the comprehension of water, for instance; it truly exists, but without a deep grasp of the Dao of water, this long blade manifested from the waters of a great river could not take shape or be used in combat—it would simply collapse.

At this moment, Wang Yonghong, lying on the ground with a fading breath, used his remaining strength to speak to me with difficulty: "Brother, don't worry about my affairs. Step back; don't bring trouble upon yourself!" It was clear that Wang Yonghong was a man of great loyalty; he did not want to implicate his brothers, nor did he want to drag in the innocent.

Perhaps it was because the organization was not something to be spoken of lightly, or perhaps it was because Sister Yu was present, but Gou Dan hesitated. He opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing, choosing instead to close his lips and focus on driving.

Rather than that, it would be better to let Murong Yan be happy for a while. Since he had already played with her for so long, he didn't mind playing with her a little longer. One must know that letting an enemy die instantly is entirely different from giving her countless flickers of hope before finally letting her die.

However, it now appears that Xi’er’s affection for Lan Zimo is more like that of a fan idolizing an icon; conversely, she and Lan Yu seem more like a bickering pair of lovebirds.

While manipulating the Nine-Turn Sword Array, Su Chi shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice carried far and wide by the rolling power of his spiritual energy.

He finally understood why Hang Yu was able to become a big boss; such shameless methods were not something an ordinary person could possess. Clearly exploiting them while maintaining an air of "I’m doing this for your own good"—he was truly a model capitalist.

Furthermore, the Electric Woodpecker’s livestream room saw a sudden, massive surge in viewers afterward, as if they had all agreed to flood in at once.

Wang Yanke felt the dark clouds in his heart slowly disperse after hearing the general outline of the past from the Emperor of the Douxing.

"Push, hurry, everyone come and push!" Eunuch Tian Yi began chanting his embarrassing lines again, bustling about to sort the ballots.

Meng Luo laughed aloud. Seeing children like Yang Fan and Jiang Hao begin their professional careers felt truly different from when he had started his own.

Lin Bingyi’s voice came from inside the door, followed by a click as it was opened.

"Quiet, quiet, be careful not to commit an impropriety before the throne!" There was no censor to oversee the court meeting, so Tian Yi waved his whisk and scolded sharply in a shrill voice.

But what else could be done? It wasn't easy to get back money that had already been donated! If word of this got out, where would he, the director, hide his face? Where would the Wanda Group hide its face?

Lin Zhuo only wanted to laugh. *Poems of Mourning*—this was a plagiarism experience he had never felt before, but for a miserable figure like Nalan Xingde, who wrote so many poems of mourning until his death, such works were as easy to come by as picking them up from the floor.

Leaning on his crutches, a weary voice drifted past Yu Sheng’s ears. Yu Sheng leaned against the wall, his body slowly sliding down.

They swarm and attack, latching onto the enemy, then thousands of feet bore into the enemy’s skin to inject paralytic toxins.

When experts duel, true skill lies in having no set moves. Brother Duan handled the situation with effortless grace, diffusing the conflict with a mere flick of his hand.

As the spiritual fruit ripened, the monster beast rose, its gaze locked onto the fruit, clearly having coveted it for a long time.

Feng Qian stood motionless, letting her strike him, his two bloodshot eyes glaring at Guo Cuihua with nothing but hatred.

Seeing the brocade robe made of icy silk, which also possessed defensive functions, Lan Xin could not help but be filled with astonishment.

With the soft, fragrant jade in his arms, Long Yang suddenly felt something was wrong. Why was Wang Mingzhu’s body so stiff?

But to Wei Zichen, Chen Xuanfeng’s silence was merely hesitation over whether or not to kneel and kowtow. Therefore, he was not in a hurry; he waited, believing that Chen Xuanfeng would make the correct choice.

One must know that ancient beasts are on an entirely different level than modern ones. The ability to take on a human form is proof enough that the opponent is not only extraordinary but perhaps even a monstrous existence.

But as they drew closer, Long Yang could feel the mammoth’s entire body tensing up, as if something truly terrifying were happening ahead, leaving him feeling vaguely unsettled.

Of the three, Mu Ruoyu was lying horizontally on the ground, propping his head with his hand in the pose of a sleeping arhat. The posture could have served as a model for a painting, had it not been for the crystal-clear drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, which completely ruined the aesthetic.

However, the old men Huang Zhan and Gu Jiahui were advanced in years and had seen much, so they quickly realized that Chen Xiaotang’s status today was different from the past. If everyone continued to act so foolishly, they would only become a laughingstock.

Before he could say anything, He Xiangu saw that Ye’er was injured and appeared even more distressed than Zhu Tong, pulling Elder Mu upstairs to treat her.

"The history of scams in the Celestial Empire tells us that no matter how stupid a trick is, there will always be someone who falls for it," Ash said with a smile.

Pan Feng’s beautiful face became abnormally twisted with anger, humiliation, shame, and shock. With such indescribable feelings, she felt as if her lungs were about to explode with rage.

Luo Hongchen took the lead in the assault, showing no intention of blocking the incoming energy, entrusting her own safety entirely to her companions, even the rival with whom she constantly bickered.

When Chen Xiaotang conceived this real estate acquisition plan, many opposed it, arguing that investing in real estate at this time was like throwing meat buns at a dog—never to return. It was not worth investing in this bottomless pit. After all, no one could see what the future held, but the immediate crisis was real.