Volume 1, Chapter 38: Inviting a Guest In

She did not expect Lu Jingchen to bring it up himself, and Ye Zhaoying saw no reason to decline. "Alright, but I must be the one to treat you, President Lu, to thank you for your help the other day."

Lu Jingchen paused, then smiled. Ye Zhaoying felt a slight jolt, strangely perceiving a hint of mischief in his expression.

"Fine."

This time, Ye Zhaoying chose a Western restaurant not far from where they were.

Sitting in Lu Jingchen’s car again, she still found it hard to be completely at ease.

After a night of intense passion with Yao Yuxin, Ye Bai felt no further desire tonight, so he slept soundly.

"The Purple Dragon Clan..." Feng Jiutian stared coldly at Ziyun as soon as he landed. His voice was chillingly icy; he had lost all face today, and many members of the Celestial Fire Phoenix clan had fallen at the hands of the Purple-maned beast, forging a deep grudge.

Yao Muchen reached out to take the jade bottle. It was sealed with several layers of protective arrays, and its pitch-black color made it impossible to see the medicinal pill inside, nor did a single trace of scent escape.

The atmosphere within the Wind Arrow was incredibly eerie; even someone as powerful as Han Zi could not help but gasp upon entering.

"Wow, one hundred thousand! Mom, cousin earns a monthly salary of one hundred thousand—he’s part of the high-income crowd!" The young cousin laughed happily and threw herself into her aunt’s arms, as delighted as if she were the one earning that salary.

Feeling that the method was effective, Lang Hongsha stopped worrying about other things and focused all his effort on refining the two forces. Through the agony, threads of energy were extracted and fused into his physical body. His physique, which had been stuck at the peak of the fifth-order completion, felt as if it were trembling at this very moment.

Initially, Sister Xiu had been anxious about whom to send to defeat Ye Bai on the stage, but upon seeing Uncle Yan arrive, her expression relaxed.

After a long while—though it had only been a few moments in reality—Dr. Zhang stopped his acupuncture maneuvers and stared at the Queen Mother with a grave, focused expression.

"Who’s calling me?" Tan Er-neng emerged from a side door of the hair salon, looking disheveled.

But when she ran out into the street, she could no longer see Li Zhichen. Xue Qingyun looked around, feeling only a profound sense of emptiness in her heart.

Li Zhichen’s cultivation was strong, so he did not fear the cold. Xue Qingyun, however, was different. Although her body was filled with a thick medicinal potency from the vast amount of rare herbs she had consumed, she did not know how to utilize it. Her cultivation was quite weak, and she clung tightly to Li Zhichen.

However, a powerful man would naturally have his share of wives and concubines. Li Rumei harbored exactly this thought. Even if Mu Tiankuang already had a wife and child, as the young master of the Mu family, he would inevitably need to carry on the lineage; it was impossible for him to have only that bitch by his side.

Speaking until the end, a faint smile appeared on Qin Yuan’s face. What she described was truly insane—even if Xiao Yu were to grow in the future, it was madness for someone of his age to become an Imperial Censor.

Sealing the furnace within the crystal was primarily to prevent such an outcome. If the missile were to be launched, they hoped the crystal’s containment and hardness would withstand the pressure, causing the missile to fail within its own shell.

Dai Mao could not say much; she only smiled at him, a dull ache spreading through her heart. Once he left, glancing back every few steps, Dai Mao finally let out a long breath. In this lifetime, all their ill-fated connections had finally come to an end. With that, she had no more burdens on her mind.

The power of the Immortal Martial Cannon was absolutely terrifying. When pushed to its limit, even Emperor Zhao, a Martial God, was blasted away. The protective energy shield around his body could certainly not withstand a second shot.

Luo Qiangwei did not react, looking as if she were asleep. Mo Shiche stopped talking as well, gently carrying her to the large bed before lying down beside her.

"How could it be junk! My young master paid a high price for it at the market back then!!" Wang Si could not help but blurt out in anger.

Watching Ma Tiancheng leave, Bing Leirong knew there was no turning back for this matter, and he looked at Long Jianfei with resentment.