Volume One, Chapter 31: Birth, Tonight at Last!

Ji Shu had absolutely no intention of looking back to acknowledge Lu Jinchuan.

She offered a gentle smile to Roger. "Assistant Luo, don't worry about anything else. Just send me the lawyer's WeChat contact; everything else has nothing to do with you."

"Huh?"

Roger’s professional career suffered its third critical hit in that moment.

"Right, let me look for it..."

Roger pulled out his phone, only to see the screen had gone black. He looked surprised. "Oh? Miss Ji, my phone ran out of battery and turned off. Why don't you have President Lu send it to you?"

Now it was Ji Shu who froze; she did not have Lu Jinchuan on WeChat.

She composed herself. "It’s fine, Assistant Luo. Just send it to me when you get back."

Roger had narrowly escaped a disaster.

Although Zeng Jingxiang was not entirely clear about the specifics of Fangxia Ceramics, the fact that Bao Feiyang could make such a statement meant he must have received his sister's consent. Otherwise, even if his sister were the owner of the Fangxia Ceramics Group, Bao Feiyang would not dare to make such a promise lightly.

Qaddafi and the others bowed simultaneously, while Shagelu also gave a reserved, slight bow to express his trust and reliance on them.

These silver snakes were truly fierce. Just as Fang Hao blasted one into a pulp of flesh, another swallowed him whole. Before half a second had passed, its belly exploded. Fang Hao had punched his way out with his Star-Speed Fists, turned around, and blasted that one into a pulp as well.

The Undead-type entities were the bane of the Blood Blades, possessing a lethal attack power akin to the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, yet without those bizarre side effects.

It wasn't just Dai Guangde; earlier guests had also come out. Officials from Beidou, Shehong, Xinchang, Huangshi, and Longtan—there were over a hundred people in total. The banquet had been planned for thirty tables, but it looked like that might not be enough.

Ye Sen-shu had once worked at the Coal Industry Department, but back then he was just a common clerk. He had been forced to leave after offending his superiors, eventually drifting into the Commission for Restructuring the Economic System. He had remained frustrated and unfulfilled there until Bao Feiyang requested him for the Reform Office.

He had not returned for a very long time. In order to leave this place and carry out his mission in the Ancient Divine Realm, he had to leave his true form behind.

At the venue, there was a long table where Liu Tianci and Saito Akira, who had arrived earlier, were already seated. When Lu Kai entered, he was surprised to find that someone was actually sitting there as well, chatting and laughing with Saito.

If one’s life force were completely exhausted, what other means could one use to drive pure energy to replenish the body?

"How could this be?" Fang Hao was immensely surprised. He couldn't help but wonder, if an intelligent life form were to get sick, what would that actually mean?

Whatever it was, one thing was certain: there seemed to be a powerful force that he could harness.

As for Ye Feng, he composed himself outside, looking at his glowing body and saying, "Alright, you can come out now." The ancient red armor was released by Ye Feng, but it dared not move, terrified that Ye Feng might shatter it.

The Sixth Princess had already felt it was humiliating enough that so many of her people couldn't handle a single fox spirit. Seeing him volunteer, she was pleased and immediately ordered her minions to back off.

With that, Tian Feng left in a rage. Xiao Long had not taken Tian Feng seriously because no one in Mile City was his match, but hearing those words made him cautious. Still, he wasn't overly worried and simply ordered someone to see the guest out.

However, she immediately pulled Lin Qianyu away from Yu Musen's embrace and took her to a corner to whisper.

Although the guest room was indeed larger than the original room, it could not withstand such commotion.

"Second Master, Mother Ji just asked me how to arrange the maids in the courtyard later? What do you think..." Qi Lü didn't care about that at all. "You handle the arrangements as you see fit," he said quite casually.

Amidst her unease, she suddenly realized that her half-kneeling posture looked ironically like she was mourning.

The first was the basic essence of life. This was the most fundamental energy; regardless of whose abilities were being used, this basic life essence was indispensable.

Wang Qian swallowed the Sheng Luan Pill and all sorts of other messy pills in one go, as if eating candy. He didn't feel a shred of regret. Now that he had finished off the Yin Crocodile Snake, if another spirit beast—or even a tiger or lion—were to appear, that would be disastrous.

There were some reclusive masters in the Holy Dragon Sect, but their status and positions were very high. The top brass of the Holy Dragon Sect could not command these people at all. These masters were veterans of the sect, and the higher-ups didn't even dare to disturb them.

The Hami Kingdom needed a convenient and safe passage to connect Hami with the Great Song, ultimately ensuring the smooth flow of the Western Regions trade route.

Time rumbled toward the end of November. Cold air from the north had moved south several times, and Chuan, located further north, was now unbearably cold.

Before long, Madam Jiang told Duke Nan Zhong about Lady Lian. Seeing the grave expression on his face, Madam Jiang couldn't help but worry. Could something have gone wrong?

The virtuous Empress Cao had worried about the Emperor for a while and had specifically suggested that the Grand Princess should keep a team of exotic Iset people, but she was stunned by the Emperor’s look of disdain. This was the first time the Emperor had rejected the beauties arranged for him by the Empress.

As the saying goes, "Where there is positive, there is negative; where there is Yin, there is Yang; where there is right, there is wrong." The situations of two opposing sides in a battle must be relative. In other words, since Ouyang Haoyu was handling things with such ease, the condition of that cultivator was exactly as expected.

In other words, the reason Ouyang Xiaosa did not end up a bloody mess was inextricably linked to her speed. It would be no exaggeration to say that it played a decisive role in whether or not she ended up mutilated.

Beside her, Maid Mei was stunned and confused. Just as she said, "What is going on?", Mahjong turned back and tugged at the hem of her skirt, refusing to let go.

"Which family does this young master belong to? How does he know you? When did you meet him? Tell me in detail," Madam Jiang asked from the side.

After Han Xin fastened the seatbelt for Han Bao'er, a flight attendant handed her some newspapers—all domestic entertainment tabloids. Bored, she flipped through them.

Yu Yun turned and walked back into the house: "I won't disturb you two, keep chatting." She had only taken two steps before her arm was grabbed.

Now, everyone stopped questioning the decisions Jun Yao made, because asking was useless. It wasn't that Jun Yao was dictatorial, but that no one could talk him out of what he had set his mind to—not even Zhuo Jun.

But then again, was this a kidnapping? Shanya realized belatedly that she had actually encountered the kind of kidnapping that only happened in cheesy television dramas. What was she supposed to do? What was she supposed to do without any experience?