Volume 1, Chapter 27: The Figures Don't Add Up!

The billiard hall was just as busy as before, with good business. The customers were all well-behaved; no one caused any trouble. Approaching eleven o’clock, I was beginning to feel a bit sleepy. But thinking that Brother Sheng wasn’t at the billiard hall and that today was my first day in charge, it seemed premature to go to bed early. Soon, it was midnight. Braid Sister Zhen and Tai Qianlian came to find me one after another, reporting on the situation during the first half of the night. Tai Qianlian had collected nearly three hundred in table fees. Braid Sister Zhen had sales of cigarettes, beer, and drinks totaling close to a thousand. If it had been before, such numbers would have shocked me greatly! But after experiencing so much these past few days, hearing about over a thousand now didn’t faze me. Halfway through the meal, Han Jun took a sip of water, preparing to clarify the mutual feelings between Han Xuelian and Sun Haochi to both of them. The Internal Affairs Office had become even more stringent, withholding all the provisions due to Zhu Xia Palace, even deducting the monthly allowances of their palace attendants. Shaoyang was not surprised by this, but puzzled—how could bamboo forests and blue snakes appear in this era? Murong Qingyu was filled with resentment in her heart, yet the poison inside her began to act up, causing severe chest pain and trembling so badly that she could not form a complete sentence, a cold sweat breaking out all over her body. At that moment, Liu Xuan realized that the young master of the Yixiantian Lin family was actually left-handed. Hearing Canghai’s words, Tietou lifted the ugly fat cat he had grabbed and was about to throw, bringing it close to his mouth before baring his bright white teeth in a wide grin.

Shaoyang looked at this former defeated subordinate, noticing that the latter’s aura had grown much more profound. Clearly, after his previous defeat, he had taken shame to heart and worked hard to improve, no longer comparable to his former self. For a moment, Shaoyang felt all the essence and blood in his body pour back into those two strange eyes. His skin rapidly withered; if not for his spiritual senses controlling it, his body might have exploded like the others’. Failure in a mission could be remedied with another attempt, but once life was lost, there was no chance to start over. Lost in thought, Cao Yue suddenly tensed, a subconscious sense of danger arising sharply. Back then, while playing, he had stumbled into a valley just as the hidden formation there was about to replace its core materials—he had entered the valley at precisely the wrong moment. Tomorrow’s completion ceremony—and the path his life would take afterward—whether it would be thorny or a broad avenue to the peak, all remained to be seen. The man in the black robe looked horrified; at this moment, his old strength was spent and his new power not yet born. He could only watch helplessly as flames and thunder crashed down upon him. Zhang Shaozhu carried out a box and, under Diane Liu’s lamplight, gently opened it. At that instant, Zhang Shaozhu seemed to sense the very cause of the bitter feud between the two families. This was what people often called the “One strength breaks ten moves!” Gao Fei’s great strength allowed him to forcibly shatter Xie Dacai’s attack. Before absolute power, all tricks were useless. Although Li Yuntian had died, his influence stubbornly remained; even today, there were still those who claimed loyalty to him. Li Qiye nodded slightly, golden light flashing in his hand, within which mysterious fluctuations stirred, making Shi Hao’s eyes gleam sharply. After speaking, they entered the gates of hell. As Zhao Hao stepped inside, the gates slowly closed and disappeared into the void. “Very well, I agree to cooperate,” Tang Yun smiled faintly, consenting to Luo Nishang’s proposal. Arimu said they had tried to contact them via radio just now, but the radio was now completely useless, unable to establish any connection. Outside, a large hand suddenly smashed in, grabbing the tall younger brother and dragging him away. The usually calm Nine-Tailed Fox suddenly showed a hint of shock, clearly not expecting Mo Fan to say such words.

At last, the era of the Demon Crow was ended, two great empires emerged, bringing an end to the chaotic times, and all the demon beasts returned once more to the forests. “You sly fox, colluding with the cops to steal for you; only you could come up with such despicable tactics,” Wushuang cursed. Completely condensing the fire element within oneself to enhance resistance and control of fire is generally a technique used by mage-warriors. Once activated, one’s combat capabilities leap qualitatively. Lin Chen had once said he would place in the top three; many thought he was boasting, but today, Lin Chen proved himself through action. This was the twelfth-grade merit golden lotus of the Guiding Daoist, capable of turning decay into marvels—now it was about to be refined? With a wave of Su Bao’s command flag, the Snow Nation’s army mobilized. Fifty thousand troops remained to guard, while the remaining one hundred thousand charged forward! In an instant, the mountains and plains were filled with troops, densely packed, one after another—anyone with claustrophobia would surely have been terrified to death. I stepped directly into the Sword Saint’s chamber; no formalities were needed for the Sword Saint. Warriors believe in strength, especially the Sword Saint, one of the ten phantom spirit bosses. Who could rival him in sheer martial power and battle frenzy? Li Song, wearing a cheap green hat, thought resentfully. Thinking of how Empress Wang had consummated with his previous incarnation at only thirteen, still a student, Li Song found it unimaginable—and awkward, as if he were some kind of lolicon. Because of Bai Muxin’s words in the morning, Qin Wanyi still harbored some lingering resentment. Yet a few shooting stars still fell outside the white magic shield. Several demon god puppets were struck by meteors, turning into roaring flames along with the human warriors attacking them. “Qingmeng Yun, are you thinking about Lucifer again?” said Immortal Tianmeng, patting Qingmeng Yun’s cheek with his right hand while gripping his shoulder with the other, eyes fixed intently on her. Everyone was puzzled. The Dragon Soul waved his hand in front of the clone’s eyes a few times, but there was still no response. The clone reached the time limit and, with a soft puff, dissipated. Since earlier, Liu Fangyun had been unconscious, silent and unresponsive, like a vegetative state, utterly unaware of the outside world.