Chapter 65: Restoring Dignity-With a Dimensional Chat Group in Hand, the Doomed Side Character Soars to Immortality(Ephemeral clouds and fleeting winds, like the tinkling of wind chimes in passing moments.)

“Yes, eldest sister!”

Yunxi tapped the tip of her foot and leapt onto the arena, cupping her hands toward the young girl of similar age standing opposite her.

“I am Wei Yunxi. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“Zhen Tongshuang,” the other girl replied with a cold elegance, returning the salute. As soon as her hands lowered, she swiftly formed a seal, sending a shard of ice hurtling toward Yunxi.

Yunxi was taken aback for a moment—she hadn’t expected to encounter an ice spiritual root cultivator in the outer sect. The girl’s identity was surely extraordinary, so Yunxi responded with utmost care.

Behind them, the burly man and the pockmarked fellow stamped their feet anxiously. Both had injured arms, powerless to do anything but watch.

“Big brother, it’s alright, but you must be careful. By the way, is mother there too?” Jiang Wanyi felt that if she kept talking about his departure, she might break down in tears, so she hastily changed the subject.

Recently, Lady Yun had been preoccupied with her clan’s affairs. She had already begun to cede authority, handing over the management of the Vampire Clan to her juniors.

The rabbit-eared girl unleashed a barrage of fire, hurling explosives one after another, trapping the wraith securely within the sea of flames.

Among his subordinates, the only cultivator at the Purple Mansion stage he could command was the elder beside him—who also had to be protected at all costs.

The moment Emperor Wu recited the Great Sage Demon Subjugation Incantation, thousands of miles away, Wang Qilang sensed it immediately.

A terrifying sword radiance, sharp and relentless, swept toward Qin Feng. Its might was so overwhelming that even a half-step Purple Mansion expert would be instantly annihilated.

Meng Lun saw the filthy substance splashing toward him. With a flicker, he left a shadow in his wake and raised his blade high above his head, bringing it down fiercely on the giant wolf.

“Hahaha… Very well! In that case, let us fulfill our promise from before!” With that, Murong Zhaoyun suddenly surged his inner strength, instantly suppressing Jingge’s energy.

“No, no, I can’t take it anymore!” The room was so warm that a little movement made one sweat. Mu Yuqing’s hair was damp with sweat and clung to her cheeks, lending her a certain allure.

“Slow down!” The other diners in the restaurant were frozen in place by the way Chen Jun and Yang Zhaohui were eating. Some had chicken wings still between their teeth as they stared at Ye Ming’s table as though watching a group of monsters.

The neat row of teeth flashed before Mei Shuang’s eyes, making her blush. She instinctively took a step back.

Before Dongfang Qin could finish, Lan Ling’er flashed to her side and slapped her across the face. The slap rang out clearly in the great hall, where everyone held their breath, too intimidated to speak. For at that moment, an icy aura emanated from Lan Ling’er, so chilling it was terrifying.

Because she was a parachuted newcomer and utterly inexperienced, most colleagues avoided talking to her. Besides, Zhan Yan’er was proud and had no wish to befriend these so-called colleagues. Thus, even if anyone overheard, no one would come to her aid.

Lan Ling’er stood dazed, as if unsatisfied, and unconsciously extended her delicate tongue, only to have Mu Xinghan laugh softly and gently push her away. Realizing what she had done, Lan Ling’er blushed furiously and glared at Mu Xinghan in annoyance.

In a fog of confusion, Zhaolu was jolted awake by an unbearable headache. Her eyes flew open to a twilight sky and—what? What kind of architecture was this? Was it Chinese-style garden art?

After everyone had left, Lan Qiucheng settled in the hall, waiting for his opponent. The teacup in his hand trembled slightly as he narrowed his eyes. Princess, if I win this time, will things finally be different between us?

“Wang Chaoyang is far from as relaxed as he appears!” Fang Chen’s heart trembled. The vast power of his spiritual sense allowed him to clearly perceive the fleeting pallor that flashed across Wang Chaoyang’s smiling face.

At that moment, the surrounding gravity barriers all vanished. After the barriers around him shattered, Ma Long almost collapsed under the weight. But as the gravity returned to normal, he barely managed to steady himself.