Chapter 28: The Streamer Did Not Deceive Me!

The golden rays of the setting sun spilled across the ground as Lu Qingfei walked towards Xie Yunji, her steps bathed in shimmering light.

“Senior Brother, let me assist you,” she offered.

She meant with cooking.

Xie Yunji refused outright. “No need.”

“Why not? I’m quite capable,” Lu Qingfei protested.

Xie Yunji shot her a sidelong glance...

Geniuses lead the world—does that mean it is governed by those few rare talents?

Within the vast world of cultivators, many learned miscellaneous skills to make a living: spirit plant masters, construction experts, formation specialists, appraisers, and among them, healers.

After observing for a while, his gaze shifted to Number Three, quietly drifting between the two.

“Damn, that guy’s really ruthless. What happened next? Are Da Qi and Yan okay? Did we…” Wang Yang wanted to ask if they had won, but seeing how formidable their first contestant, Tiger, was, he doubted it, so he swallowed half the question.

Fujita Jin’s anger hadn’t fully dissipated; he resembled a beast ready to devour anyone in its path, his eyes locked onto the south gate of Zhengyang Pass. Suddenly, a strange smile crept onto the old man’s lips.

Upon opening his eyes, Li Daoshi felt the world spin and his head split with pain. He forced himself to survey his surroundings—a filthy room, a messy bed, the window open, waves of heat pouring through the screen. It looked like the ground floor; the window lacked iron bars, so he wasn’t imprisoned.

Such is the logic of the human world: if one wishes to draw closer to another, bestowing favors is less effective than receiving them.

“We can actually help you?” Cui Ying’s eyes widened in disbelief.

He remained in the capital of the Asura Emperor, waiting for Feilong Divine General and the others, sending out jade talismans one after another.

By the time they realized what was happening, each was frozen in place, just like the previous boss, unable to cry, unable to laugh.

Returning his mind to the sea of consciousness, he saw the illusory moon shining with a faint, ethereal glow, illuminating the expanse.

She gazed at the whirling heart atop A Yong’s head, and after a long moment, the Zheng family’s girl finally entered, holding Hui’er’s hand, neither of their faces looking well.

Even so, three or five Red Guards couldn’t dodge in time—the relentless force of Heaven shattered their domains, pulverizing their bodies.

“Put out the fire first, then I’ll take your clothes!” Lian Zhenyun rushed in behind, saw that the fire wasn’t serious and breathed a sigh of relief. He pushed aside Qi Su Niang and smothered the flames with a thick wet towel he’d grabbed on his way out.

To the north, autumn was fading. Yet in Jiangnan, the skies stretched on. In the Huai’an Qi Family’s pawnshop, five hundred fat lambs were sent to the River Terrace magistrate’s office. Three thousand eternal lamps hung in the mansion, prepared for auspicious days to dazzle the wealthy.

Qian Yubing turned her face aside indifferently, laying down a thin film of ice to shield herself from the prying glances that followed in an instant.

Now, Yu Hao’s rise as Demon Lord surprised everyone. Amid astonishment, those who could follow him felt a rare thrill.

Ruan Yunsi’s brows furrowed. She knew well how Aunt Yuan suppressed Aunt Xiao, but never expected the arrogance to reach such heights—even the maid beside her dared to lord it over the mistress.

Furthermore, once the Star Beast King was slain, the spoils would no longer belong to Yu Hao alone; otherwise, people would curse him behind his back, and Demon Chen would grow suspicious.

Chao Sheng had no time for her now; his mind was full of one question: Why has he come? What does he want?

In that wedding photo, the couple simply held hands, not deliberately intimate, both smiling. The peculiar glow of dusk cast a blend of black and white across them. Looking at the picture, it seemed to embody an eternal promise, as if this “relationship” could last until the end of time.