Chapter Fifty-Seven: Growing Stranger

Perhaps it was because Ouyang Junyan’s presence was so chilling—chilling in a way that seemed almost inhuman—that Chen Linlin was left completely stunned. “You…” she thought to herself, Ouyang Junyan really has turned! With so many people here, he actually dared to say such things? Fang Zhiyin, even more so, had never imagined that Ouyang Junyan’s true self would suddenly return!

“Why are you silent now? Cat got your tongue?” After returning to his own body, Ouyang Junyan had quickly caught up on the events of the past few days. He had no idea why “he” was suddenly joining a film crew, but he wasn’t angry—he knew it was the doing of another personality. Now that he was back in control, and with Fang Zhiyin present, he had no choice but to stay.

She was full of energy, but reality was harsh. The bouquet was clearly coming her way, but when it reached her hands, she missed it and it bounced away. After I pushed him away, Luo Baixuan had completely forgotten he was still wrapped in a towel. He strode forward, and the towel nearly slipped off. Though the two of them had spoken once before, with Di Guang and Mu Kui both present, Di Bai couldn’t be bothered to waste words and simply let Mu Kui do the talking.

“Brothers, we still have to keep leveling up. We’ll leave for now—until we meet again.” Zhao Lin waved as he spoke. In a fit of anger and humiliation, Hu You tried to kick out, but Di Lingze held him down so firmly that he couldn’t move.

He hefted a sword, eyes fixed on the storm caused by Lu Sansheng, and step by step, he drew closer.

This pain was not unfamiliar to Qiao Luo. On the first night of her marriage to Fu Qinyu, she had felt exactly the same. Zhou Yang listened in silence, betraying no joy even when the old clan leader promised he would obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill. She had once thought: her child was the continuation of her life, and what she herself could never achieve—eternal life—her child might accomplish in her stead.

At this moment, under the force of Master Liehu’s incantation, the crimson-gold thunder pearl flashed and shot above the hole Zhou Yang had blasted open, then exploded with a thunderous crash.

“How did we end up in the demon realm?” Shaojiang glanced at Bai Yuchen. “Is it truly here?” Bai Yuchen gave a slight nod.

“You bring an umbrella and still get soaked—did your brains grow on your stomach?” A childish voice, sweet and sharp, cut through the rain and reached Xia Youyou’s ears.

At the sound of a cat’s cry, Nine Lives’ figure appeared from the void, flying backward through the air. In truth, with Zang Ye’s strength, he was no match for Shangguan Tianning, but this man never did things properly, never followed the rules.

From Ye Zhanlong and the others’ perspective, since the three great families had already targeted them, it was likely that the young members of those families in the Spirit Mine would unite against Ye Yiming and the other ten from the Ye family.

A slender, pale hand relaxed its grip, and a silver arrow feather became a blur, nearly invisible to the naked eye, shooting swiftly toward Li Fei.

“Keep your mind clear as ice, unafraid even if the sky falls, steadfast amid change, spirit serene, breath calm…” Xia Youyou silently recited a meditation she had once read online, but… it was useless! Her gaze was still drawn, in spite of herself, to that poppy-like smiling face.

Out on the wild plain, a clump of grass swayed, and then a head popped up—a man, about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old.

Afterward, naturally, Liang Enci wanted to keep playing with the great master, but the master refused, saying he’d play ranked matches again when he had time.

Suddenly, a blade of light, thirty feet long, appeared in the air—solid and condensed, like a true giant’s sword—cleaving downward from above.

Feng Beichen’s body shot backward like a severed kite, landing hard several meters away.

The decision makers of Emperor Star, with remarkable foresight, believed that one day Blue Star would become so powerful that the other planets would be forced to take notice, and that it could even lead the interstellar world through catastrophic disaster.

The head of the Feng family, thinking of this, grew even more troubled. At that moment, Mo Fengye, who was surrounded, seemed to sense his gaze, and looked back—eyes locking for a long, silent moment.

“Come, Feng Mo, I want to teach you to speak, so that we can truly be friends, do you understand?” Feng Qing led Feng Mo over and sat him in a chair, then plopped herself down in the seat across from him.