Volume 1, Chapter 31: The Puppet Sect Master

"What backup plan?"

"A key." Liu Ruoxi paused, seemingly aggravating her injury as her brows knitted tightly. "A key capable of resealing the Purple-Gold Old Monster. And the fragment you carry is the very component needed to unlock that lock."

The two of them mingled with the panicked, scattering crowds, drawing near the perimeter of the Alchemy Tournament grounds. At the entrance, several men in black stood guard like an iron barrel, checking people one by one.

"How do we get in?" Su Haoming whispered.

Liu Ruoxi scanned the area swiftly and pointed toward the side of the arena. "Over there, there is a small gate for alchemists. We shall..."

Before she could finish, a terrifying, suffocating pressure suddenly descended from the sky...

The news that the Dragon Gate’s city-building decree had been snatched did not remain hidden for long; besides, given the Temple’s style, it was fortunate they didn't go out and broadcast it to the world.

Li Guosheng’s first instinct was to think of Leng Lie. Lately, all these aunts and distant relatives from the old village—some familiar, some not—had been constantly flooding their home.

While marvelling at the efficiency of the Huangfu family, Luo Sisi was quite content to have the guests stay next door; whenever conditions allowed, she preferred to live in comfort.

Though he showed little emotion on the surface, beneath it all, Leng Lie’s feelings were churning like a stormy sea.

Even though she had lost her previous memories, after spending these days following Mother Li and watching countless television dramas, Qin Shuang analyzed that the reason this Dong Er was so arrogant was likely because of that classic trope: "I have powerful connections."

Seeing the two demonic beasts wreaking such havoc, Guo Huaian, who was locked in combat with Jiang Lin, grew furious. He raised his hand and struck out with a palm toward the three-tailed giant beast.

"Forgot to tell you, we have officially appointed Zhao Zheng as the person in charge of the company. You just sit back and watch us grow, and watch us march onto the Forbes list!" Chen Yong was so smug he was practically swaying.

The solo instance dungeons are divided into seven levels, from red to purple, ranging from level thirty to level ninety. These dungeons have a completion rate; the higher the completion rate, the more generous the rewards.

Moreover, Blackburn had spent the last few years in the transfer market acting like a club that sells off its stars, which to some extent did not align with the image of a powerhouse that Arthur hoped to build.

Xu Ye was stunned for a moment, unable to react in time. By the time he did, Chu Mo had already walked far away. He needed to inform Dixuan about Yunmo’s arrival. As for what to do next, it depended on Dixuan’s decision; he could not make the final call, even if the one speaking was Yunmo.

"The Wind Country ninja clan’s garrison camp is completely empty!" Mitarashi Anko exclaimed in surprise.

"Hello, respected Coach K. Could you share your thoughts on the current Chinese team?" a Japanese reporter asked.

The Crown Prince had no choice but to believe it now. He couldn't describe the feeling in his heart, but if he put himself in the second prince's shoes, would he not do the same? Would he not prefer death to being seen in such a pathetic state by his father, preferring to die rather than be disdained?

Gofeng exploded with a frenzied performance in the second half, allowing North Carolina to maintain a narrow lead and preventing a total collapse due to the internal strife.

It had always been Number 7 doing such things, so she deployed heavy forces to guard him, but with Number 7 suppressed, Number 8 emerged. Because Number 8 had been listless for the first three quarters, she had almost forgotten that he had teamed up with Number 7 during the China-France match, leaving the European champions, the Gallic Roosters, in shambles and nearly tarnishing their reputation.

Xia Baihe and the others from the Xia family were arranged by Xia Ruowei in a courtyard not far from the original Xia family’s Grand Tutor residence. This courtyard was one of Xia Ruowei’s dowries. It was just a street away from the bustling market, making it convenient for business people to rent, but ever since the Crown Prince and the Xia family met with disaster, no one had rented it.

The seat Lu Feiran occupied happened to face the young boy, and her eyes lit up instantly—oh my, what a sight for sore eyes.

Tiying felt truly relieved. She wasn't good at comforting people; she was always terrified of Xintong’s tears because she would feel anxious but wouldn't know how to console her. Yet this time, her words had stopped the crying, and seeing her regain her spirit, Tiying felt incredibly proud.

After breakfast, Chu Xi drove them to school while he went to find someone; he had promised her, and he would certainly see it through.

But before he could finish speaking, Murong Sen shrieked in pain—it turned out that Xu Yunxi had twisted his arm behind his back.

"Lu Changfeng?" Li Yunhao’s heart skipped a beat. When she woke up screaming earlier, it was the name Lu Changfeng she had called out. Could it be that she only remembered part of Lu Changfeng and had forgotten her moments with him?

Lu Anning watched with a skeptical attitude as Murong Sen test-drove the car again. It wasn't until he took out his card and spent millions without blinking that she truly believed his words.

"Fake? Can't you feel how I treat you? If I weren't your husband, why would I treat you so well? Are you pig-headed?" Li Yunhao couldn't help but snap.

"I don't understand what you are talking about. I'm sorry, Young Master, I am a bit tired. I'll head to my room first," Weiyang said to Lu Changfeng without turning back.

"Your Majesty, if you come any closer, I will jump," Helan Yan threatened, her eyes wide, her heart racing with panic.

But how could she stay calm? In his eyes, everything about Weiyang was good, and everything about her was bad.

"Impossible!" She kept denying it in her heart. After all, if the Ningxuan Pearl had been taken by Ye Nanpei, it was impossible that he would wait over half a month to come find her. It was impossible.

Afterward, she found a blank sheet of paper and, relying on her memory, drew more than a dozen simple streets on it.

However, seeing the way the members of the Nine Cold Frost Palace, including Chi Yao, were all waiting for his nod, another layer of mystery shrouded Lin Yue.

He fought as if he were competing against experts from the peak of the martial arts world centuries ago—those masters who pursued the supreme realm of the Dao, with every gesture possessing such profound and unfathomable meaning.

She had just come from another laboratory and rushed straight over. The other lab was fine, as the bodies they printed were ordinary mortals, and the associated work was relatively simple, so the staff’s features were naturally quite common.

These subordinates sincerely hoped that Young Master Jinfeng would temper his temper. Although their manor had plenty of money, the master had high martial arts, and the young master wasn't truly unreasonable, one has to face the reality of the martial arts world—how can one go through life without hitting a few walls? Many things are not as one imagines, and one should always leave a margin for error in speech and conduct; leaving others a way out is leaving oneself a way out.