Volume One, Chapter 8: Let's See How You Are Doing

"It's hard to say," Shen Xia said indifferently, her fingers tapping lightly on her thigh as she pondered her next move.

After Mu Yunxin went out, she took off her shoes, removed her mask, and dangled her feet in the river water.

As she began to eat the food on her plate, she didn't forget that tomorrow was Mo Ziyu's birthday—a major event. Surely, she had to give him a gift.

Do you really think that by obtaining the Primordial Thunder God's inheritance, breaking through to the Spirit Division stage, and becoming the Vice Sect Leader of my Taiyi Immortal Sect, you are now supreme above all?

I still remember how she used to call me every day to show off when she first became the president of the Gao Corporation; she is a completely different person from the pale, panicked woman she is now. Also taken away was Tao Xiaobin, who had since been promoted to Vice President of the Gao Corporation; it is said that he had full control over the Emperor Entertainment Club.

Although Lu Yunqing was indeed her father, their relationship had not yet been exposed to the public, and his true identity remained hidden from the world; he was still living under the guise of Jueji.

Back then, to save money on phone bills and ensure the call wouldn't be cut off, I never dared to make a call. I would only dial that number on the very last day before the bill was due, just to express my budding feelings.

Inside the luxury sports car, Mu Yunxin slowly woke up, looking at Lan Mu beside her with moist eyes.

Qi Shimin narrowed his eyes, staring fixedly at the Mo family's stock prices on his computer. His face was so gloomy it looked as if it might hail at any moment.

Xu Guang poked his head out, his gaze full of worship as he looked at Xu Tian. His face radiated admiration, and Xu Tian reached out to pat Xu Guang's head with a smile.

"You made me search so hard!" A voice came from behind. Jiang Yu turned around and saw a familiar figure—it was Gu Manchen, who had ambushed him in the Wilderness Garden.

A flash of spiritual light crossed the bamboo flute, making it exceptionally thin and tough. Yan Junpeng swung the flute and struck it against Stone's face.

As soon as he entered the room, he felt that the atmosphere was off; an incredibly oppressive feeling permeated the air among the demons.

Zhao Kuangyin’s move was one of calculated confidence. By disbanding the "Awl Battalion" without killing a single soul, he still appeared to be the revered and celebrated benevolent emperor.

"However! This is all this father can do for you." Chai Rong looked at Chai Zongxun, who nodded. "I gave them three days, using various identities to have them leave Kaifeng City in separate batches. It shouldn't attract any attention."

When he said this, it immediately caused a sensation outside the ancient battlefield.

However, his opponent, Si Mei, appeared even more disheveled. His hair was a mess, blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, and his expression was one of shock and utter ugliness.

He scanned his surroundings in confusion. The other Martial Kings didn't stop either, worried that other powerful masters might be lurking in the shadows.

Ling Jiajia lifted her veil, revealing her beautifully made-up face, though her usually bright eyes were now filled with tears.

But this Toyota Shinichi was quite capable and had secured a position at Toyota. As the Toyota car sales agent in Seattle, he was a prominent figure; in Seattle, who didn't know Toyota Shinichi?

Liu Pan had seen the thirty-two-character Water Refining General Outline more than once. In fact, he had tried to comprehend it several times, but after confirming that he could not master the power of space, he gave up on studying the art of Water Refining.

Meanwhile, the immobilized Long E was in a panic. However, Su Zhandong saw more fear and terror in Long E's eyes, likely because of the near-fatal blow Su Zhandong had dealt him earlier when he was unable to move.

In the distance, Ouyang Haobai saw Qi Bingbing walking toward the cafeteria with Old Master Ouyang. He immediately wanted to follow, but was held back by the person who had dragged him away earlier.

When a person is down on their luck, everything goes wrong. For example, Ming Nan had been very frustrated with his work over the past two days. Although Yang Shimeng had been suppressed, he still felt uneasy in his heart; he had lost count of how many times he had called to bring Shangguan Hong back.

Beside the old man, the dojo referee shook his head speechlessly. *Are they not tired of playing this game?*

However, as the saying goes, one may have no intention of harming a tiger, but the tiger may have the intent to hurt one. Just as Wang Cong was making a big fanfare about starting the shoot, Qiu Shi walked over with an article.

"Remember, you must treat them well!" The smile on Wang Ming's face became even kinder as he looked at the three guard captains.

Once Yang Shiyun said this, He Yifeng and Ming Nan could only lower their heads in silence, while Yu Lu and Wu Ling laughed heartily.

Her body seemed even weaker than yesterday. Was it because another day had passed? Her eyelids felt too heavy to open, and slowly, she closed them and fell asleep again.

"Should we go pay a visit to Old Niu?" Coming out of the mountains, Cheng Yu looked into the distance at the Ugly Ox Main City and asked Chun Tao.

An Bang and his group went to the Hailanpao branch of Renhe Security, where Han Cheng and Su Man received them together.

"I called you out today mainly to confirm one thing. The Immortal and Demon races have besieged the human race more than once in the Upper Realm. I want to ask you: each time, did you call upon the God race, and what was their response?" Lin Tiancheng said in a deep voice.

Scarlet blood sprayed out. Ouyang Qing clutched his chest. Under the Blood Moon, he couldn't use a shred of power, not even the simplest Dao force for self-protection.

"What a gullible mortal. Let me tell you, his soul entered the dream, but he didn't bring his complete soul in, so he is no match for me," Bu Jin mocked.

Inside the pool lay a man with long, silver-white hair floating on the surface, his face twisted as he sat cross-legged in the water.

"Yin Chunhua, how is it going?" With nothing to do for a moment, Bai Yuqing dismissed the attendants in the hall and asked the Black-Clothed Guanyin.

On the third day of the ninth lunar month, Long Pingfan and his three companions packed their luggage, paid their room bill, and headed to the registration site.

"I'll take a car up the mountain to get the money first." Tang Qianqian found a rich second-generation heir to drive her back to the mountaintop.