Volume 1, Chapter 57: If You Joined the Tortoise and the Hare Race, You'd Definitely Take First Place

I have to hand it to him, this fellow is actually quite fast.
By the time Ye Cheng finished lighting his third cigarette, the runner finally came back, panting like a dog.
However, nobody was following behind him.
"Bro, I'm back. How's that? Pretty fast, huh?" Xiaohu panted heavily, bracing his hands against his knees.
"Yeah, fast indeed. If you were in the tortoise and the hare race, you'd definitely take first place," Ye Cheng said, giving him a thumbs-up.
She didn't want to talk with Lin Yunzheng anymore. If this conversation continued any further, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to keep her composure.
Seeing that the fierce ghosts were about to break free from the control of the Soul-Recalling Banner, the situation had reached a most critical juncture. Yuan Shuai channeled the formation, utilizing the nether vent to lure those wandering spirits onto the path of the netherworld.
Ye Feng was utterly dumbfounded. The portion he had just fed was substantial, yet this old fellow had devoured it all in one breath? Damn it, does this old thing have a bigger stomach than mine?
Ye Feng walked over and gently extended his hands. As though he had won the approval of the Nine-Tails Divine Phoenix Hairpin, his hands passed effortlessly through the successive rings of light, gently embracing the body of the golden phoenix.
Zhuang Chengzhi was practically burning with rage. Too lazy to exchange any more idle words with him, he prepared to walk around him. But whenever Zhuang Chengzhi moved to the left, Zhuang Xinyan also moved to the left; whenever he moved to the right, Zhuang Xinyan moved to the right as well. He had truly made up his mind to butt heads with him to the very end.
"But we should be heading back to the company now." Qin Yingying never believed that Leng Muchen was the kind of person to have so much leisure time.
Using the art of "replacement," Yan Beitian created a dummy crown prince and slept peacefully in the Palace of Hatred that very night. He attended court the next day as usual, simply claiming that he had gained some enlightenment regarding the Dao and needed to seclude himself for a few days. He avoided excessive contact with Baili Songtao and his personal attendants, flawlessly executing the camouflage mission.
Back then, Fairy Zixi had held much higher hopes for peers of peerless talent like Di Shitian, Marquis Zilin, Li Yixian, and the Divine Prince. After all, Ye Feng was a nobody at the time; no one knew his background, and naturally, he carried no reputation whatsoever.
Baozhu’s eldest uncle refused to accept it, but Madam Wang smiled and told the children's aunt to take it, saying it was a token of filial piety for her mother. Baozhu’s eldest aunt hurriedly declined, saying, "A whole houseful of us isn't used to eating white rice. The white rice the eldest sister brought back for New Year last time hasn't even been finished yet." As the family was pushing the gift back and forth in the courtyard, they suddenly heard a loud bang at the front gate.
Chen Cuixi felt even more reassured now. With a warm smile, she told her to set her mind at ease—Tang Bao would be well fed and looked after there, and she would personally keep an eye on him during the ordinary days.
She was in cahoots with the Devil's Heart. Back then, the Devil's Heart had transformed into Qingmu's appearance, while the real Qingmu, disguised as Huayu, accompanied Zhaoyang. Upon seeing Tian Yufeng's message to Zhaoyang, the imposter transformed into Zhaoyang's appearance, successfully tricking Tian Yufeng into carrying the demonic seed along with him during his cultivation, almost causing him to transform into a demon himself.
Meiji made her entrance, opposed by Lust, who held a peach-blossom folding fan. Of course, this was not one of Lust's divine artifacts, but merely a tool he used to flirt with women.
The setting sun splashed its crimson across the horizon. The location of the withered tree was already reduced to utter chaos, leaving behind a circular crater fifty meters deep spanning several miles. This was the result of the collision between the ninth heavenly tribulation and the energy sphere formed by the withered tree.
The position where Lin Sen received the ball was not particularly favorable; he caught it at a thirty-degree angle on the left flank and wanted to drive straight down the middle, but near the free-throw line, the Warriors' zone defense blocked his path.
Yue Jiulun barked sternly, grabbed the teacup from the table, and smashed it fiercely onto the ground.
Su Yan's red lips parted slightly, her words laced with mockery. As she uttered the last sentence, all her sharpness suddenly melted into gentleness.
"I—I didn't mean that..." Mu Wan bit her lip. Over the past three years, she had actually suspected whether the poison the other party had slipped into her system was just an empty threat.
Yue Qiu raised a hand to massage his throbbing temples, trying to dull the pain, but it offered no physical relief—only a sliver of psychological self-consolation.