Chapter 21: Utter Defeat Because of One's Background

Ji Jing chuckled, patted her head, and pulled her toward the dining table. "Let's eat first. You must be starving after a whole morning of meetings."

Ji Jing ordered several dishes according to Yu Xiangsi’s preferences, but she stopped him. "There’s no need to order so much; we won’t be able to finish it." She then instructed the waiter to remove a few items.

Ji Jing did not seem to mind...

Clearly, this was impossible. Looking at how the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord cared for the seven spider spirits, it was obvious that this was not a bond formed over a short period of time.

People walked past the old beggar’s legacy, yet no one lowered their heads to cast even a single glance—they truly did not spare even that much.

Speaking of Thanos, he patted his chest—a torso four or five meters high, even larger and more burly than the Hulk—just to prove to Qin Yue that he had fully recovered.

Prince Jing entered the palace to see the Emperor, only to be met with the Emperor’s fury and a stack of files thrown directly at him.

"What did Chi Qiong offer you!" several Xizhao soldiers roared, waving their fists as they moved to attack the witness.

As for Prince Xian, he and his new favorite, Concubine Qi, were quite carefree. Since he had been punished by the Emperor, he simply set aside those matters and spent his time playing and amusing himself with Concubine Qi throughout the estate.

Itagaki Seishiro, on the other hand, brought up another battle that seemed entirely unrelated—the Battle of Xinkou.

The Black Mountain Demon’s tone was gloomy and vicious; he stared fixedly at Qin Yue, his murderous intent fully exposed.

In this world, the celebrity rankings were calculated based on reputation points. While one could calculate these figures themselves, the result would differ slightly from the official data, though not by much.

Just as she finished speaking, she saw Huang Yuyao dig up the sunflower seeds and replant them, muttering to herself as she worked.

"Preposterous! Who in the martial arts world doesn't know the character of the Southern Hero, Zhan Zhao? The imperial court is actually confusing black and white and failing to distinguish right from wrong. Third brother, rest assured and stay here; I’d like to see who dares to come here to make an arrest," Tian Zhenhuan said, filled with righteous indignation.

The words of the Yin sisters and Ye Shu raised many more questions in Zhan Xing’s mind, and he opened his mouth to speak.

Likewise, the method Ye Shu used—exploding people into flesh and blood the moment he struck—was very easy to identify. Although he had not killed many, those he did manage to exploit were at least at the fifth or sixth level of Foundation Establishment, and some were even at the first stage of the Golden Core, so the quality of his enemies was not low.

At that same moment, his consciousness blurred again, as if he were submerged in a frozen land, until finally, his body grew slightly warm and his mind cleared once more.

Regardless of cultivation level or personal strength, the ghost cultivator believed he was firmly superior to Xu Wen, who was wandering aimlessly through the ruins like a headless fly. Seeing Xu Wen about to leave his territory, the ghost cultivator could no longer restrain himself; he let out a wild roar and lunged out.

Not long after, Tan Yufeng was keeping time, asking the students to sing, when she realized someone was singing off-key.

"Bring things? Bring what things? I’m here to serve time, not to be a guest!" Jin Faguang replied.

"Oh my, if a prince came to woo me, I would die of happiness!" Lin Ziyan said, looking completely infatuated.

Since Shi Hui had the money, construction on the house could begin the next day. She had to measure the dimensions and draw up the blueprints in advance, taking advantage of the slack season in farming to hire people from the village to help build the house.

Fu Yingxue directed them to find Su Xi and explained that the scheme to use the lives of close relatives to substitute for Xia Qiyin’s death tribulation was intricately linked. Ren Ci’s identity here was borrowed from someone else, so the only blood relatives left who could act as substitutes for Yin Yin were Shi Hui and Tang Tang.

It was like a prisoner who had been on the run for years suddenly encountering his pursuer, his long-suppressed emotions erupting in an instant.

After waiting for a few minutes, several figures emerged from the elevator. Upon seeing Su Xiao, Wen Qi was the first to run over happily.