Volume 1, Chapter 29: Yi Mein!

I did not retaliate, yet Yi Mian remained unconvinced, continuing to curse and shout even while being held back by others.

"I’m telling you, you’re finished!"
"I’m going to find Manager Liu right now!"
"Just wait until you get fired!"

Fired?
Do you really think I’m afraid of you?
Even if I were fired from the factory, I still have my job at the pool hall.
Besides, with Song Xiaotang around, Yi Mian doesn’t even have the authority to fire me.
However, I didn't say a word.
Yi Mian was led away, still cursing.
The people remaining looked at me with unfriendly expressions.
I didn't care what they thought; I sat by the entrance of the design department as usual, lost in my own thoughts.
Ten minutes later, Yi Mian returned to the design department with a few other men.
He ignored me, his face dark...

"I won't do it again, I promise..." Ling Mengqi hurriedly gave his word, taking the opportunity to embrace her slender waist and enjoy a bit of affection before letting her go just before the "fire" could spread, then wincing in pain as he crawled back onto the bed.

Ten battlefields were active simultaneously, with bursts of battle energy and magic illuminating the air in a dazzling, multicolored display. The spectators were left breathless, unsure of which match to watch first. Every battle was exceptionally brutal; it was a "ten-choose-one" scenario. As the saying goes, one spends ten years sharpening a sword for this very moment—everyone wanted to be the one left standing.

Ling Miao Zhenjun, finally snapping out of his daze, began for the first time to truly regard the sallow-faced youth before him with seriousness, rather than merely viewing him as an outstanding junior as he had before.

"Let’s go down," the Two-Headed Demon Wolf King said, shifting back into human form, his eyes darting around.

This meant they graded their legions based on a base-100 system. Based on Wushuang's description, Qingshan used Blue Moon to generate a merit calculation table for this world in his mind.

"Did you see who did it?" I asked, my heart pounding, silently praying it wasn't Big-Mouthed Rong.

The winding mountain road was covered in barren black rock. The group trekked upward, the sound of dragon roars echoing incessantly from the summit. If anyone were to come here, they would surely be so disturbed by these cries that they would have nightmares for days.

Since arriving in the Wanluo World, Qingshan had only dealt with rangers or the nobility and royalty; he had never encountered the common people at the bottom of this world's social hierarchy.

However, before it could even revel in this, it suddenly felt immense pressure. Various extreme forces converged upon it, causing its body to shudder violently, as if it were on the verge of being crushed.

Vaguely, Yang Chong felt that as the car’s energy gradually decreased, its horsepower actually seemed to increase during the drive. Yang Chong checked with Luoli via his micro-computer and realized a question.

His beloved disciple had been beaten and injured, even affecting his soul and hindering his cultivation; such a matter could not be easily resolved.

As for fake fights to swindle money, there was no need to worry about that—the life-and-death arena was no joke.

As soon as the first four words were spoken, Old Man Wu could no longer hold back. Having witnessed Yang Chong's domineering ferocity throughout the journey, and with every one of those insane events feeling truly terrifying, he finally dropped his facade as an "evolutionary."

"With both dukes gone, I don't know who will inherit the rule of the Mazhenni Duchy..." Winoqi looked troubled—more troubled than she had been when she suddenly attracted so many suitors.

Using the same method once used to draw down heavenly tribulation, he invoked lightning that could strike others without harming himself.

Lin Yu recognized this person at a glance. Having stayed here for over two months, he naturally knew all the elders.

"I am the Machine King of the Rong Sect, Long Quanmin!" After the Machine King spoke, a chest behind him suddenly opened, and a strangely shaped long spear flew out. Its tip was covered in sharp, slender spikes, conical in shape; at first glance, it looked like a gnarled tree branch.

Lin Yu and the others looked back to see a young man in white, holding a fan, stepping through the door, accompanied by a youth holding a long sword and followed by two hulking men.

This could only be announced by An Shanyuan once the hunt began, because this time there was also the issue of the four great clans' quotas.

That mortal monarch also looked up to stare directly at Li Ruoyu’s consciousness in the heavens. The golden dragon coiling around him rampaged through the firmament of Li Ruoyu’s mind, flying wildly with overwhelming imperial aura.

The gluttonous nation always had an extraordinary passion for food. When faced with a new foreign species, the first questions were basically: "Can it be eaten?", "Is it delicious?", and "How should it be cooked?"

Seated in a private room scented with incense, they were immediately attended to by slender, beautiful maids and a young man with delicate, refined features and skin as white as jade.

The steamed buns in the kitchen had barely finished cooking when Pei Yanlin arrived with the people from Linqiao Village to welcome the bride. Though frightened by the rumors, many young people and children who loved excitement followed from a distance to watch the spectacle.

In the first year of Yong'an, twenty thousand Northern Defense troops followed him out of the city. Which one of them didn't face the enemy with a clear resolve to die? When three thousand returned victorious, he went to Lin'an, but throughout the Northern Defense army, who didn't call him an iron-blooded man comparable to the Prince of the Yue family?

Lei Rui did not dodge; instead, he pointed his God of War spear. A surge of golden flames erupted from the spear, engulfing the incoming slender spike.

An Zhe sighed helplessly in his heart, agonizing over how to persuade her, when he suddenly heard Tachibana Kanade speak.

Qin Yang didn't say a word. If Howard and Qin Yang played basketball together, the number of shots per game would be roughly this figure, and not much higher.

This made people a bit dissatisfied. The words were meant to make others anxious, but when the person didn't react, it felt especially pointless.

At this moment, a hundred meters outside the house, near the osmanthus tree, the void shattered. The Heavenly Realm’s Yanchen God-General and the Liyan God-General had just passed through the path of the void formed by the Mirror of Shattered Space and saw Penglai, which had been missing for thousands of years.

Amidst the heavy snow, the man’s footsteps seemed slow, yet he easily left the maid far behind, showing no intention of stopping at all.

The two walked hand in hand into the pavilion in the garden, and a maid brought over melons and fruits. After they retreated, Madam Song peeled an orange while talking to Wen Yu about Song Yixing. Wen Yu wanted to help with the labor, but Madam Song smilingly stuffed another orange into her hand.

For the past few months, he had insisted on holding her to sleep every night. Several times, she had felt the heat of his body; he had endured for long enough.