Chapter 61: Having a Party Without Me?

"Why are you such a good runner, girl! Can weight loss happen in just one day? You've gained so much weight, yet your stamina is still this amazing."

Big Sis Jessica lamented that young people indeed had incredible physical strength. Soojung, dressed in athletic wear with a headband holding back her high forehead and her long hair tied into a ponytail, looked exceptionally sharp and efficient. True to inheriting all of her father's athletic talents, even though she had been somewhat lazy lately, leaving this older sister in the dust was not a problem at all.

Soojung seemed to be—

The steward stepped forward, removed the cloak from Mei Qingli's shoulders, bowed, and muttered a few words to him.

At this moment, many people could no longer restrain themselves, rushing forward eagerly in an attempt to be the first to grab the leaves or fruits.

"Liu Yi, the celestial spiritual energy is of the utmost importance. If you wish to compete for it, I wish you good luck, but if you cross paths with me, I will show no mercy!" Ao Xian'er glanced at Liu Yi before taking the lead and sprinting toward the peak.

For instance, clearly preferring a life of wandering the martial arts world, she had been living outside for over a decade, so what on earth was the meaning of suddenly returning to the imperial palace? And for another instance, why did he suddenly want to consummate their marriage and idly wander around someone else's rooftop in the middle of the night?

Sitting cross-legged here was a figure in black robes. To call him human was a stretch; judging from the exposed areas at his cuffs and the gaps in his pitch-black robe, the surface of his skin was covered layer upon layer with eerie, pale-green scales.

Wan Zhiwei sipped his red wine while listening to her chatter, especially the part about how she couldn't eat at school, which tugged painfully at his heartstrings. Yet, being a man of immense pride, how could he possibly set aside his ego to go see her?

Of course, Emperor Lion would not state it outright; right now, he also wanted to maintain a good relationship with Dragon Soar, or at the least ensure things did not turn sour. Since Dragon Soar was unwilling to speak of it, Emperor Lion naturally wouldn't press. These were secrets, after all, not things to be casually broadcasted.

Xing Mu had only just reached the outside of the courtyard when he heard the sound of a teacup shattering from within. Fearing for Qin Yu's safety, he rushed inside in a panic.

Mei Feiran absolutely refused to believe that his birth mother was the mastermind behind corruption and bribery, nor would he ever believe that she intended to carry the toxic jade with the malicious intent of poisoning those two children in the Prince Li Manor.

However, just as the forefront of the million-strong crowd had surged forward a mere few meters, the unexpected still occurred.

This place was dead silent—a stillness that made one's scalp tingle. The occasional faint movement was merely the howling of eerie, chilling winds, emitting mournful sounds like ghosts crying and wolves howling, which only added to the terrifying atmosphere of the region.

Now that Wang Feng was asking her what she liked, he must be planning to give her a gift. Thinking along these lines, Murong Xue naturally wanted to carefully and meticulously consider what kind of present she should ask Wang Feng to get her.

"Welcome, Lord Divine Dragon!" shouted the dragons of the Dragon Realm in unison, their earth-shattering roar instantly snapping the dazed trio of Qiji back to reality.

Cold Dew and Yiling had just gone through an internal strife incident, while Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong were strolling alone around Lingxiao Town before getting pestered by someone who appeared mentally unstable.

The massive monitoring room was steeped in a dead silence. The two security guards in charge of surveillance played the security footage over and over again. Every time they watched it, their jaws dropped a fraction wider.

"I don't love her. From the moment I realized she was only ever humoring me, I withdrew my feelings. Towards her, I feel mostly hatred!" Uttering these words slowly, Wen Qiyan closed his eyes.

When the clock on the wall struck precisely eight, a gust of wind swept in from outside. Wang Youyi knew that the punchable fellow was only now delivering himself to his doorstep, leaving him waiting with a heart growing bitterly cold.

"Is it time to leave already?" Just as they were about to depart, the sudden appearance of Yaoji came as a shock. Did she have something more to say?

"What is going on? There hasn't been an earthquake here in decades, and today so many happen all at once!" thought the village elder.

If Wang Youyi were to learn of these hair-raising thoughts, he would likely contemplate suicide right then and there. But at this moment, he couldn't afford to be heavy-handed; the mere flash of his authority would prompt these two fellows to slam the door shut instantly.

Although Vardon was burning with fury, these words were entirely pragmatic. While these merchants were indeed wealthy, both their influence and their networks fell far short, making them utterly harmless.

Chaofan and Chiyang were deeply disappointed, and having no choice, they left according to plan to scout elsewhere for news of Shang Chenyin, Lingyu, and the others.

"Since that is the case, consider this bottle of Foundation Establishment Spirit Liquid as a welcome gift from me. I hope we will have more opportunities to exchange pointers in the future~" With a faint, enigmatic smile directed at Yafei, Leng Zhiying walked straight out the door, caring not in the slightest that the Foundation Establishment Spirit Liquid had cost her sixty thousand gold coins.

Wasn't it better for this young master to simply stay put and behave? Captain Kachi's head began to throb again. In the chaos of battle, getting accidentally killed was hardly unusual, and it wasn't as though he could easily point fingers or blame anyone.

During yesterday's fierce battle, Gonggong had already arrived at the battlefield back when Canglei unleashed his Pangu True Form.

The moment he heard the news, Fei Changqing resolved to fully back Roger. Creating a cultivation technique at his age was not necessarily unprecedented, but it was certainly a once-in-a-century anomaly.

After beginning his cultivation of martial techniques, he became even more unbridled, thriving in the Third Battalion where military law was practically nonexistent.

A shadow materialized in the dim depths of the mountain forest. Before Monroe could discern what it was, a black speck hurtled through the air toward her. Startled, Monroe hurriedly cast a Lightness Spell upon herself, doubling her speed in an instant and narrowly dodging the ambush by a hair's breadth.

So it turned out the patrons in the restaurant earlier had recognized his cheap nephew's identity, which was why they were frightened to such an extent.

Having forcefully clashed head-on with the skeleton using thunder spells, he was then struck by the impact of the collapsing earth, which dislocated his internal organs and left him severely injured. With his lower body still buried in the dirt, he simply lacked the strength to crawl out on his own.

"When Duke Yi forbade the royal family from breaking the formation earlier, could it be that he knew they were meant to be sacrificial offerings for it?" Gongnie of Ji said in a deep voice.

Standing 'outside', Lin Feng carefully examined Leng Qi's spear. Its length and form remained identical to before, though the color of the spear body had shifted slightly. Now it was just the spear tassel; when crafting the spearhead earlier, Lin Feng had already forged the spear ring, fixing it firmly to the tail of the shaft.

Unflustered, Qilin walked over to an empty patch of ground, sat down cross-legged, and quietly circulated his hand seals to cultivate.

Lin Yong swallowed hard, trying his best not to look at the delicacies crafted from soul power. These dishes were exchanged on an equal-value basis; the food you bought with a certain amount of soul energy allowed you to absorb at least eighty percent of it—effectively yielding the same result as absorbing a ghost pellet while immensely satisfying one's culinary desires.