Chapter Seventy-Eight: Forced to Act

I tossed out a quick, “You’re right,” and hurriedly left the secret chamber. Climbing up onto the Buddha statue, I covered Maitreya’s eyes with my hands and watched as Xue Zhiyan’s ghostly bridal sedan, grand and majestic, left the Hot Springs Temple. Only then did I climb down and return once more to Fish Tail Village.

After all, they were all paid for this. They had promised Luo Qianqian that they would ruin Meng Riwang in front of the whole world; unless they fulfilled that promise, they would never let her leave this place.

The members of Team Bod and Team Zero were checking their noise-canceling headphones and equipment, so they could hear the crowd’s shouts inside the esports center perfectly well.

Ming Yi, possessed as if by a drama spirit, kept rolling wildly on the floor, clutching his jaw, acting as though he might suffocate at any moment.

Inside the grand auditorium, the majority of the audience were fans of the first and second teams of the esports club. The moment the second team appeared— even those whom Wu Huang had just seen shouting themselves hoarse for the League of Victors were now screaming for the esports club’s second team.

Though the two men had been college classmates and had once enjoyed a close friendship, over the years, as the company found its footing and its roster of artists grew, the busy CEO had less and less time, and their contact gradually dwindled.

Wei Qing and Gu Hang had both come back, and Meng Riwang shared her food with the two of them before heading to the mall.

At Drunken Immortal Tavern, the pay was high, the benefits were good, rewards and punishments were clear, and there was a transparent path for promotion. What was even rarer was that the owner respected his staff and never treated them as inferiors. He could say without shame that there was no better job in all of Pingshui County.

In the sunlight, two long shadows stretched across the ground, strikingly clear. In a sudden flash of light and shade, Liu Ruyan and Zhao Qingzhu slipped beneath a window, where a white curtain swayed gently in the mountain wind.

Inspired by Wu Heng’s use of poison and her own earlier idea of a flooding tactic, Luo Li’s mind gradually formed a clear plan.

After several rounds of tempering, Lu Yingquan’s tongue had grown sharp. Faced with Ning Lan’s provocations, she no longer faltered but met every barb with one of her own.

Xing Chu darted left and right, constantly displaying the subtlety of the Wandering Dragon technique, unleashing its essence to the fullest. Seeing that he was about to shake off those three tenacious “dogskin plasters,” he was inwardly delighted—finally, a moment to catch his breath.

The crowd pressed forward, scrutinizing the mark for a few seconds, before turning in unison to look at their eldest brother, Yu Tiance.

“Yes, the scent of the Illusion Flower can make females faint and drive males mad; they might hurt others,” Mo replied.

The Jade Emperor was having trouble breathing. A wave of terror surged in his heart. Liu Shuang’s power truly frightened him—he had never expected Liu Shuang to be this formidable.

A treasure capable of withstanding divine punishment could not possibly be ordinary. They had witnessed the might of that punishment for themselves—even they would be reduced to ashes beneath it. One could only imagine how extraordinary a treasure must be to resist such power.

When Li Hexian returned carrying the severed head of the Eight-Armed Evil Lord, all he managed was a mental curse—then his body lost all strength, and he collapsed to the ground, looking for all the world like someone who’d gone out for a stroll only to return and find his whole family wiped out.

How could this possibly make sense? Damn it! Does your Azure Dragon Clan have test-tube babies or some kind of cloning technology?

What could this man not tell her? Why must he act like this, leaving her lying aimlessly on the sofa, at a complete loss for what to do?

These Black Flame Eagles, heads cocked to one side, watched as Zhang Fei carried Feng Shitian, darting left and right, swooping up and down in a dizzying display.