Chapter 41: Impressions of the Capital and the Noble Estates

The young guard’s voice was clear and resonant. His eyes, bright and distinct, fixed upon Lu Zhan with undisguised adoration. Clearly, Lu Zhan was a figure of immense stature in his mind. As Lu Zhan looked back at him, the softness he had worn on the train vanished, instantly replaced by the cold, stern gravity of a soldier. He gave a faint nod and returned the salute. "Xiao Li, thank you for your hard work."

"Who is it?" Three men bolted out of the main house in alarm. The leader was an old man in his fifties, holding a mottled green brass water pipe, its surface polished smooth and shiny where his hands gripped it. He wore a skullcap, his forehead fleshy and completely devoid of hair. The other two, one thirty and one twenty, stood behind him.

"I didn't contact him; I came directly to you," Yan Yunxing said, his head bowed as he stirred his drink with a straw, his expression tinged with melancholy.

Ye Haoxuan landed a punch directly on the golden giant lion's head. The creature was sent flying like a cannonball, the golden light radiating from its body shattered by the blow.

In fact, many reporters were genuinely harboring this thought: had this newcomer, Gan Jing, fallen out with the film crew, and was he now planning to lash out at the director because he hadn't been paid?

As the story spread, it reached a point where, every time Lin Feng sought out his disciples for a game of football, he was surrounded by a sea of onlookers. After watching a few matches, most of the disciples began to find the activity quite interesting.

At the end of the day, this was a back-and-forth negotiation. However, finding the bargaining chips on this side difficult to counter, Fox decided to return to the original table to discuss a mutually beneficial arrangement.

"With such a large quantity, how could it possibly be finished in just two or three days? Still, I did manage to bring one back," Hua Ziman said, retrieving an improved version of a qipao from her spirit emblem.

Because he loved her so deeply, he would rather hurt himself than her—even though this "her" was nothing more than an illusion in a mirror, a reflection in the water, a mere memory, a hollow phantom.

After saying this, Ye Haoxuan turned and walked away. After a few steps, he vanished without a trace.

The villagers watched as the figure of the Ice God streaked across the sky like a meteor, flying toward the northern peaks.

In his past life, while playing the game, he had longed to collect the seven volumes of the Heaven-Deriving Method to see what hidden easter eggs they might trigger. Now that he had actually arrived on the Heavenly Origin Continent, he could not let such an opportunity pass him by.

Zhuo Yinyin did not know if Shi Hengyuan would understand what she was telling him; perhaps he wouldn't grasp it at all, given that he lacked for nothing.

She lay on a lounge chair, scrolling through her phone while popping snacks into her mouth.

Luo Huaizhou still showed no sign of dissatisfaction, instead turning to Prefect Luo for help.

As for her, in those days, she had been forced to push forward with all her might, with no path for retreat. To retreat was to face a fate worse than death. Therefore, she never thought of Daiyu as miserable, for there were far too many people whose fates were crueler than her own.

Thus, the success she enjoyed today was truly earned through her own efforts, not as some special favor bestowed by Zhuo Yinyin just because they were old employees.

Following Ye Wuji’s final words, Ye Tongyang gathered all his strength into his palm and struck. The silver needle flew directly out of Jiang Miaoyi’s body.

Yu Pingzhi, kneeling and heartbroken, did not want to continue, but the situation was critical; if they did not respond in time, the consequences would be dire.

A dozen ninjas wearing Hidden Leaf headbands could be seen in the arena, continuously launching various elemental jutsus, kunai, and explosive tags at the three-headed giant snake.

"I was indeed there, but I didn't find anything at all," Zhang Tianyi said with a bitter, shaking smile.

Everyone stopped their joking and raised their glasses in toast. Tang Keke, who actually had a decent tolerance for alcohol, did not decline and downed three glasses with Hua Zijian.

Zhang Tianyi felt somewhat awkward at her question, but fortunately, the lights had dimmed, and Yu Qiaoqing could not see his expression.