Chapter 155: Breaking the Siege

In case the masters and young misses should want a midnight snack, someone is always on duty in the kitchen around the clock—such is the customary rule in grand households. To claim that the kitchen is deserted and unable to accommodate her is nothing more than a blatant brush-off.

Lu Yalan pressed her lips together, feeling a touch of annoyance, but even more of a profound helplessness.

She lacked the standing to find fault with anyone.

Truth be told, Lu Yalan’s position in the Warlord’s Mansion was an awkward one. To call her a servant would be inaccurate, for she went everywhere alongside the eldest young miss, Song Yiyi, showed no excessive flattery or deference toward Song Ziqi or the various subordinates frequenting the mansion, and conversed with ease among the elite talents. Holding a unique status in the household, she took orders from no one. Yet to say she was not a servant would be equally untrue, for her daily duties involved waiting upon others; save for receiving no wages, her food, clothing, and daily provisions were modeled entirely after those of the domestics.

Ye Xiu felt as though she was even angrier than her own mother, especially since she had been the one acting mischievously in the first place.

Before he could finish speaking, Jinggu You brought his foot down heavily upon the back of Ye Xiu's head, pressing his face flat against the ground and forcing the remainder of his words back down his throat.

Meanwhile, several sects from Group A had gathered together, though what they were currently discussing remained a mystery.

Around six o'clock, Zhao Hui and Li Zhenguo grew quiet. After resting for a short while, they got up.

Every student sang their favorite song aloud, the music rousing their determination to study diligently, explore eagerly, and strive unceasingly.

Before Jinggu You could even voice his thoughts on the diminished harvest, Liyuan Qianhua found herself unable to stomach the disappointment. She had firmly resolved to pluck a few of the Blood Bodhi fruits to taste once they ripened.

"There's no need for that," he said with a wicked smirk as he raised his wine glass and drained it in a single gulp. Seeing me turn to leave, he hurriedly stepped forward, placed the glass on the tea table, and grabbed my arm.

"Are you northerners all this reckless? Just jumping straight into the water to fight it out bare-handed?" Teacher Ye asked the burly man opposite him in sheer disbelief.

The Grim Reaper Demon Worm floated leisurely over to them, glanced at them for a moment, and—judging that Gudi must be their leader—halted directly before him.

Although the tournament was officially proclaimed to be fair and just, anyone with a modicum of brains knew that the higher-ups of the Martial Dao Alliance would never allow the seeded teams to clash in a premature showdown.

A moment later, the two of them arrived at the entrance of the teleportation array. Several corpses lay scattered before them, one of whom Ma Tiancheng recognized as the inner-disciple who had guided them on their tour of the subterranean demon cavern that day. It appeared that Su Lingying and Princess Yinghua had slain them.

Xue Leng raised his sword to parry, but ordinary iron was no match for the slicing edge of the Shadow Tiger's bone spear. With a flick of the beast's wrist, the sword in Xue Leng's hand was whittled down to the shape of a sausage, and the very next instant, the spear thrust straight toward his heart.

"Very well, this subordinate shall obey your every command! When the time comes, Young Master need only give the word!" A sinister voice echoed from the other end of the phone. Without listening closely, one might have mistaken it for the cry of a ghost, for the speaker's voice was utterly terrifying—devoid of tonal inflection, akin to the pitch-black night.

Furthermore, Gao Jianli was currently in the State of Yan, accompanied by Ji Shenke, Ma Gandhi, and Zhong Yuan, along with a modest garrison. To be frank, against an invading enemy, such a lineup would prove utterly defenseless.

Once, twice, thrice... With every frenzied impact growing fiercer than the last, the entire barrier began to ripple with instability.

However, as they passed a misty, indistinct mountain range, they were drawn in by a dense fog rolling out from before the mountains.

Yet the very next second, when Gu Zheng caught a clear view of the expression on Ghost Valley Master's face, any sense of satisfaction vanished completely.

It was her first time formally visiting his home, and she had already prepared several versions of how it might go in her mind: melodramatic, emotional, humble, severe—she had anticipated almost every scenario, only to find herself completely at a loss the moment she stepped through the door.

Xiao Chen was stunned for a fraction of a second before returning the kiss with deep passion. While he was thus enraptured in the lingering embrace, Ningxia, whose arms had been locked around his neck, suddenly reached out and grabbed the half-mask on his face. As she pulled the mask away, she swiftly reached over to switch on the bedside lamp.

Hearing the conversation between Chen Yang and Chen Liangyi, which sounded as natural as that of old acquaintances, Bureau Chief Wan and Chen Huan found their complexions turning progressively more unsightly.