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Jia Yan tossed his phone carelessly onto the table and rested his head on He Mian’s shoulder. “Women with the surname Su are never easy to deal with.”

For once, He Mian nodded in agreement and pushed Jia Yan’s head away. “That, I agree with.”

Jia Yan suddenly straightened up as if invigorated. “Come on, let’s keep drinking.”

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There was indeed a hot spring at the manor, situated to the south, surrounded by a lush bamboo grove and ornamental rocks and stones.

Upon hearing the words of the Poison Prince, Luo Hao couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh. This Poison Prince thought too highly of himself. If it were any other martial artist of the same rank, they would never be able to shake him and might even end up dead themselves. Unfortunately for the Poison Prince, Luo Hao’s Earth Thunder Technique was the natural enemy of this kind of malicious energy, saturated with negative emotions.

Su Qing leaned against Chen Xiaoran’s chest, completely unconcerned that her nearly naked body was being so brazenly admired by him.

Zhou Yuan and Mu Yu were unaware that their timely decision had just saved both their lives. In Dian Feng’s eyes, the two of them were insignificant; dealing with them would be all too easy.

As soon as Zhao Muxue finished speaking, a flurry of bids rang out nearby. Previously, the presence of influential figures from other factions had left them with no chance to act, but now that those leaders seemed disinterested, if they didn’t seize the opportunity, they would return empty-handed.

The farther he went, the more Xiang Gangtian noticed the increasing number of unfriendly gazes falling upon him. Sensing this, a trace of wickedness flashed across his face.

The classroom was not far from the office, just a five or six minute walk. Even at Shen Yufeng’s slow pace, she could make it just as the class bell rang.

After all, even if you won an item at auction and stowed it in your spatial ring, if you couldn’t safely get it out of Tianwu City, it might not be yours for long. Robberies and murders over loot were all too common here, Luo Hao thought to himself.

As this crossed my mind, I pulled a cigarette from my pocket and lit up, taking slow, deliberate drags.

The first level consisted of the ordinary members I just saw in the training and computer rooms; the second level was for members like Xinyu; the third was people like Qiumei, or the man with the broadsword; and the fourth, well, that was Liang Haodong’s level.

Fang Yiyu wanted to say something, but in the end, the words never left his lips. The reason was simple—he didn’t know how to explain. Even if he managed to clarify everything, he already had Tian Zhi and Ouyang Qing by his side. Xinyue would never accept it. Better a short pain than a long one, Fang Yiyu thought, and quietly withdrew his outstretched hand.

The youth’s lips pressed into a faint line as the ball of lightning in his palm shifted and changed with the movement of his fingers. He felt a tingling current in his hand and mused to himself.

Meanwhile, in the market district, after weaving through the alleys to shake off any spiritual sense tracking him, Zili found a nearly deserted inn and, without hesitation, requested three top-tier rooms.

Jiang Xinyao was never one for sentimental melancholy. Though Du Tianying’s story left her sighing, it was just someone she had met once or twice; she didn’t dwell on it.

Another thunderous crash, so familiar to Liu Dong, split the air—only this time, it was even closer, and he felt it all the more intensely.

With a soft smile at Qin Dan, Ouyang Sheng made a suggestion with utter nonchalance. Yet the casual glimmer in his eyes made it clear he knew just how fantastical his proposal really was.

After several smoldering glances and unspoken words, Jiang Yuanhang was stirred beyond restraint. Seizing a chance, he feigned resistance before yielding, and so the two came together—a union that, in the days to follow, would grow ever more tangled and difficult to resolve.

Legend tells that when the great Brahma created this world, a beast of calamity was formed from the chill between heaven and earth. This abomination unleashed devastation upon the world Brahma had made, bringing it time and again to the brink of destruction.