Volume One, Chapter 88: You Two Embrace, Let Me Take a Picture

"Yizhou, this is working hours. How can you do such a thing?" Luo Jingyun’s voice carried a tinge of gentle reproach.

If any of the other employees saw this, wouldn’t it tarnish Li Ruochu’s reputation?

Su Yunmou was shocked by what he heard. He had believed his plan to be flawless, yet he never expected that Liang Fei would unravel it with such ease.

Thunderous torrents of molten fire cascaded from the sky behind Rhinefield like an erupting, inverted volcano.

"It’s written all over your face. If I couldn’t guess, you’d have to take me for Nora," Rhinefield retorted, never missing a chance to poke fun at Nora.

Qin Fan, however, paid little heed to Zheng’s Jewelry or Zheng Datong. For Zheng’s Jewelry to do business and expand its market in the mainland, they would inevitably need to forge strong ties with several of the Republic’s most powerful families.

Meanwhile, Xie Wuji, Liu Ji, and Xu Da seized the opportunity to sit together in the stone pavilion within the courtyard, where their knees nearly touched as they discussed the great affairs of the world with candor and passion.

Rather than letting things come as a surprise, it was better to let his family know in advance, so they could be mentally prepared.

Martial artists were only somewhat stronger than ordinary people, skilled in combat techniques, but far from the legends of the mystical. No matter how great their skills, they still feared a kitchen knife; no matter how formidable their inner strength, a brick could knock them down.

"Has it started?" Rhinefield’s mind remained focused on the magitech array, eager to learn its purpose. But the array only accelerated his infusion of magical power, without manifesting any effect.

If only he were stronger, he would not have implicated so many, nor would he have been driven to such desperate straits by those before him.

But to say Tang Ming was the grandson of Tang Buyi, and apprenticed under Hammer Green, was entirely reasonable. This also gave Tang Ming a justification for possessing the keen-edged heavy sword.

After three days of hard work, Lin Yue finally settled all affairs. Once again, he found himself idle each day, his injuries still requiring time to heal. The grand master slumbering within his body showed no sign of waking. For now, all he could do was wait.

"Take vengeance for the Starlight Sanctuary! Kill the Nine Nether God Emperor! As for mortals and ordinary beings who do not resist, spare them!" Jiang Yun cried out, brandishing the banner of vengeance for the Starlight Sanctuary as he began to hunt his foes city by city, starting from the first.

Upon his head perched a towering crown, his waist was cinched with a jade belt, his body robed in imperial yellow adorned with flying dragons and dancing phoenixes, and his feet shod in cloud-tipped, worry-free shoes. Altogether, he was indistinguishable from the King of Black Rooster Kingdom, unrecognizable to both ghosts and gods.

Ma Xiaotian broke out in a cold sweat. Though he hadn’t engaged, he could already sense the madman’s terrifying strength, and didn’t even dare to make a move.

Xie Yingdeng handled matters with swift decisiveness. Finding nothing of value, he instructed everyone to take only some "weapons," discarding the rest.

The black silk coiled around him became a tangled mess as he twisted and tore at it. With this leverage, Mo Chen vaulted to the edge of the platform, his surging emotions suddenly granting him a burst of strength.

After a storm of thunder and rain, the road became even muddier. The thousand-strong group led by Ruan Yu sluggishly advanced, now within the range of Qi Diao Hong and Gongyang Tuo, who chose to bide their time before unleashing another attack.

Qin Yang asked Jade Fiend, since he wanted to participate in the upcoming test of mental fortitude. By asking in advance, he could better prepare himself.

It wasn’t until Zhang Chuming and Meng Xianjun broke through the official blockade and stormed the Heavenly Martial Poison Sect that they received word. They rushed to the rescue at once, arriving just in time.

Yet in the moment of his hesitation, the black-robed man, oblivious to danger, spoke again.

Meanwhile, the martial world of the Central Plains was quietly undergoing a subtle transformation. The former leader, Emperor Nie, handed over the token of leadership, willingly passing it to Unrivaled Tower. Martial artists from the four great regions surged continuously toward the southern regions of the Central Plains, all seeking a glimpse of the Martial God, Ye Yun.