Chapter Twenty-Five: Two Old Men Fall from the Sky

“Wait, we can’t go any further. If we keep going, we’ll really be in danger.” Unable to hold back any longer, I shouted at Midakon to stop. When he turned around and I saw his face, I was nearly stunned. Of course, his expression mirrored mine.

Except for Tang Fei and Christine, no one knew the reason behind Christine’s surge in magical power.

Among them, one young man wore a golden imperial robe and a golden crown, exuding the imposing air of a sovereign. A terrifyingly domineering presence radiated from him, and the power of order swirled about, with ethereal golden dragons circling and roaring.

Incidentally, the private room we’d used before had been completely destroyed. Fortunately, the third floor of the club wasn’t open to the public; the entire level served as our headquarters.

Liu Siming recalled the harsh words Fang Zhenpeng had thrown as he left, and felt even more uneasy.

Madam Cao frowned, a faint suspicion arising that she’d become entangled in some kind of scheme.

Tang Fei scanned the bar with his eyes, quickly spotting a few promising targets.

Having tasted success, Yang Fan instructed the development department to research more applications for holographic projection. The potential market was limitless.

Han Ming nodded. When Fang Xin mentioned their master, Han Ming took a hard swig of wine and fell silent. The subject of his master was one he neither wished nor dared to discuss.

Wanting to change the tide of the battle, Chu Tianyu found himself helpless; he had only learned the Formless Fist, and nothing else.

“Good! What are the ingredients? Are any of them especially rare or precious? I’ll send someone to find them at once!” Long Yuntian was urgent.

The Iron Leopard Golden-striped Beast truly earned its reputation as an earth-type crystal beast. The pressure it unleashed in its assault was so intense it tore the black cloak from Feng Ye’s shoulders, revealing pale blue hair, a strikingly beautiful face, and a graceful, slender figure.

This time, most of the bidders were wandering cultivators, while few from the great sects offered prices, so for a while the item’s value lagged behind that of previous lots.

“I never had any hope for this from the start!” The old man blew out his beard and glared, dealing Long Tianwei quite a blow. Face darkening, Long Tianwei lowered his head.

“You’ve worked hard. Once things quiet down, take a proper long vacation,” Zheng Ji said gently.

Old Master Long dodged Long Tianwei’s questions about investigating Second Uncle’s crippling injury, instead analyzing the political climate in the capital.

The tree roots gradually lost their former color, all hues shifting, and soon the whole world seemed to bustle with activity.

“Alright,” Su Zimo nodded, watching the two figures depart before turning to the ever-silent Su Xier—only to find she was gone.

“My full name is Qin Luo. I imagine you’ve heard of me.” Qin Luo handed over a rare wanted notice. The numbers on it were enough to make any youth pause—if they didn’t know his name, at least they’d understand what those numbers meant.

But now things were different; with so many meat shields and human walls stepping forward, what was there to be afraid of?

Still, it was understandable that among all the flowers, there was only one red bloom: at IS Academy, only Ichiban Tsukimi was a male student. Though he wore a monocle to hide his imperfect features, he was merely a little plain, not ugly. With him around, who would bother with Cecilia?

For some reason, Lin Yuan suddenly appeared very agreeable in the eyes of all the staff. After all, who could refuse money? No matter where he went, a generous boss like Lin Yuan would always be warmly welcomed.

After Lu Kun’s departure, the old lady of the Ningyuan Marquis’s household visited her son more and more frequently.

The words of the male idol left everyone weak in the knees. Weren’t they supposed to be vengeful spirits? How could they possibly command the underworld’s patrols?

“Farewell to the Ninth Prince,” Liu’er and Biyao hurriedly bowed their heads as Nangong Yan departed. Liang Ziyan, meanwhile, stood rooted in confusion, unable to fathom the meaning in Nangong Yan’s final, meaningful glance.

“Open!” Tang San shouted, parrying the ghost-headed saber. With a burst of strength from his waist and abdomen, he leapt onto the ground, revealing two pitch-black holes where he’d just stood.

By the time Qin Luo had nearly finished, the sound of “Olivia” suddenly sobbing erupted, and she vomited a gush of filthy liquid—all seawater absorbed from the White Sea. Now that she expelled it, she would suffer no more.

“Guo Ming’s place?” Li Yun and I were both shocked. Had things really gone that far?

“Yes!” The Four Heavenly Kings quickly left the guardroom. They had just seen that monk smash the wall like a madman. They’d thought he was insane; although his antics were quite a spectacle, it didn’t change the fact that he was bashing the wall like a lunatic.

“Me? Why am I not manly?” I stared in utter confusion at the flushed-faced Liu Lili.

Shangguan Wan’er bit her lip and turned her head away, determined not to eat. Long Xuan sneered, muttering to himself about her delicacy, then ignored her and kept turning the snake meat on the rack. Shangguan Wan’er said nothing, head lowered so her expression was hidden, lost in her own thoughts.

I opened the door, crept up the stairs, and entered my room. I switched on the single bulb and opened the window, letting the cold wind in to keep myself alert.

“You burned me.” At that moment, he held the enchanting Cybele in his arms. She shyly punched him, then to his surprise, nestled her head against his chest.

Once I finished speaking, I hung up the phone, feeling as though all my strength had been drained by the magic-infused receiver.