Chapter 38: Legend of Concubine Zhen, An Lingrong

"Jinxi, is this the reason you refused my help?"

At Su Peisheng’s words, Cui Jinxi’s expression shifted slightly. She knew in her heart that he had witnessed what had just transpired. Looking at him with earnest eyes, she asked, "Master Su, could you do me a favor?"

Su Peisheng paused, taken aback. "What favor?"

"Please, forget what you just saw. Do not mention it to anyone, can you?"

The statistical results were in: the thirteen episodes of the Jojo’s Journey to the West series had generated only three times the "grass-growing" value of the previous Pirate Ultraman videos. While the rewards had increased by a factor of three, the time investment had ballooned by at least ten. It was a massive net loss.

At that time, Wen Qiong had violated the rules set by the Sage Confucius, yet somehow managed to evade the rejection of the mortal realm.

Jotaro struggled to control the plane, fighting to keep it steady. Nevertheless, their vehicle could not avoid belching thick smoke as it spiraled downward.

"Nothing but crossbows, with thirty bolts per person," Wang Yi fretted, his greatest concern being their weaponry. The Sea Eagle Team lacked a production department; whether it was crossbow bolts or shotgun shells, they had always relied on looting from the battles they fought. Ever since they had settled in the Chaos Zone, their source of arms had dried up.

Outside the courier station, a gust of wind swept through, sending fallen leaves dancing into the air. A dark silhouette flickered atop the station's perimeter wall, and at that very moment, the light in Di Renjie’s room flickered and died with a soft pop, plunging the interior into pitch-black darkness.

His subordinates were all well-trained. Having long since designated their team leaders, they rushed to the edge of the rift in an orderly fashion and, under Cheng Yun’s watchful gaze, leaped into the world gate one by one.

On the surface, the victim had committed suicide out of fear of punishment. Any forensic examiner would arrive at the same conclusion, as it was, in fact, the truth.

One had to realize that once the company departed, there would be no other force in these waters capable of suppressing everything else. Sea beasts, various fish, and seaweed all posed lethal threats to human life.

Lin Jialuo turned his head and chuckled. "Actually, not everyone thinks that way. Our sect advocates for the demon tamer and the demon to walk hand in hand."

On the other side, hearing these words, Chun Yu’s eyes instantly dimmed, and she slowly released the hands she had been holding onto Shen Xuefu’s.

If Qin Yu’s figure hadn't appeared so eerily in the previous illusion to wake me, I imagine my current state would be much the same as theirs.

Ling Yan’s quarters were in a room on the other side of this courtyard, a fair distance away from Liu Fufeng’s room.

"Patriarch Bai, I have matters to attend to. If you have nothing else, you may withdraw." Liu Bai feigned indifference as he cast a glance at the silver banknotes placed on the red sandalwood table.

The top, jungle, and bottom lanes all moved in unison, terrifying KT into thinking iG was about to spark a massive war in the jungle.

As for the aunts, they could only split a small portion of the family assets; there was no place for them in the line of succession. The fact that Old Man Zhang still refused to draw his last breath likely meant he was waiting for something.

Looking back on the recent past and the ongoing preparations for the grand finals, Mata believed the team had done their absolute best in every aspect.

"It is rumored that when the Cave Mirror first parasitizes a human face, it must drain the host’s vital energy. Thus, the first hour is when the host is at their weakest," Ji Xun explained from the sidelines as he watched Luo Yin subdue Jiang Bantu.

"Very well, if there is nothing else, I shall not linger and disturb you further." Having resolved his thoughts, Chen Guanrong decided not to stay any longer; it was better to return to his own affairs. This young man, Zhang Yu, was truly impossible to fathom.

Yun Tang’s hand was already resting on the long sword at her waist, ready to draw it and strike down the dark shadow rushing toward her. However, upon catching a clear look at the figure, her eyes widened in shock, and she froze.

The family walked in. Su Xizi felt a sense of apprehension regarding her husband; although there was no affection between them, she had done nothing to wrong him. She had intended to thank him properly for today’s project, but now her parents had gone and arranged such a thing.