Volume 1, Chapter 57: The Newly Crowned Campus Belle

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The Dongfang family, which built its fortune through the underworld, rapidly transformed into the entertainment and service industry the year the government cracked down on organized crime. Leveraging its underworld connections, the family expanded at a breathtaking pace.

At this very moment, inside the living room of the patriarch Dongfang Bubai, several key decision-makers had gathered to confer.

Similar scenes were playing out within the Murong and Ouyang households.

Meanwhile, various lesser families were engulfed in frantic anxiety.

Some of the affiliated clans of the Huangfu family even packed up their entire households and fled the capital overnight.

The annihilation of the Huangfu family sent violent shockwaves through the Forbidden City. Just as the authorities resolved to thoroughly investigate the matter, a phone call was placed directly to the supreme leader of the state.

Immediately afterward, all information regarding the entire incident was completely sealed off...

Among these gathered figures were true demigod existences. How could Zhao Lei dare to speak recklessly in their presence? Without a moment's hesitation, he chose to forget the promise he had made earlier to Xiang Qiangtian and instead betrayed him, offering him up to the powerful figures.

"These Miao region witchcraft sorcerers belong to a heretic Daoist sect and have never dared to come to the Central Plains to cause trouble. Could this trip be the work of Jiang Chong?" the Second Elder remarked.

Were Uncle Fourteen and the others coming to Kunming? Although they had not told me the reason for their visit, I could vaguely guess that it was related to the evil Nightwalkers.

I led Uncle Fourteen and the others into the tent and made a brief introduction. Although we were in Yunnan, the mountains of Yunnan in late autumn were still bitterly cold. We lit a stove inside the tent, brought out some beef and mutton, and produced two bottles of wine.

By daytime, I had arrived at Tongtian's guild stronghold, where a majority of the guild leaders had already gathered.

Following a kiss, Su Yating's nightgown was left in disarray, revealing everything that should and should not be seen.

Inside a certain grand hall, radiant with pearls and jades, the atmosphere was one of extreme luxury. Various ornate boxes were placed within the niches of the stone-carved walls. Although the boxes remained tightly sealed, one could sense the spiritual energy fluctuating around them from afar, making it instantly clear that the contents of each box must be extraordinary.

His gaze shifted to the bedside table, where the screen of a smartphone was glowing brightly and emitting a melodious ringtone.

I hurriedly probed my soul consciousness into the Soul Urn and searched around inside it, but there was no sign of Qingxiang's ghost.

Suqing had clearly been looking forward to it so much, yet in the end, Su Yating suddenly departed without a word, and Chen Xiaoran didn't even show up.

Yachen looked around, knowing full well that it was completely unrealistic for the three of them to cross this forest on foot. Thus, she had no choice but to seek external help and summon her subordinates.

Driven past the point of endurance, Li Xiuning drove Chang Gewen out of the carriage, declaring that he would not be allowed back inside until the stench of alcohol on him had completely dissipated.

Ignoring Qian Qianwan, who was wailing and beating his chest, Chang Gewen sat down leisurely and poured himself a cup of tea. In an era without television or movies, watching other people's misfortunes was still a rather fine pastime.

She was still hesitating over whether to return some of the tickets when Li Tingchen walked over from the side, holding a childish heart-shaped glowing stick, and looked at her earnestly, asking about the tickets in her hand.

"Forget it, upstairs. It's getting stained," Yu'an said, glaring unhappily at the knife-wielding man. The few evening gowns had been meticulously handpicked by her, and she had intended to show them off at the wedding. But now look at this—gorgeous and luxurious dresses had been reduced to mere rags.

Fortunately, Li Qingmu did not seize this opportunity to strike; otherwise, he would have already met his demise.

Stolen goods—this was Yao Yuan's first reaction. Someone must have sunk items stolen from the imperial palace into the lake. Judging by the heavy sound, the haul was by no means small.

After the brief exchange between the two, tranquility returned to the jungle. Everyone moved forward mechanically like robots, pressing deeper inside.

Alvaro, Andrew, and the others also narrowed their eyes, sharply pulling back the bolts of their firearms, sandwiching Li Shang in the middle, and raising their guns to aim at the surroundings.

Driven by some unknown impulse, he was willing to give the Shen family and Shen Ning another chance, as long as Shen Ning was willing to marry him. He could let go of everything that had happened before and pretend that nothing had ever occurred.

The large-scale slave rebellion came to an abrupt end, but the mutiny among the soldiers did not cease. Chu Zhaoyang had to concentrate all his efforts on suppressing the mutinying troops, leaving him no time to care about the runaway slaves.

"As for the marriage..." Ying Nantian paused in contemplation, and sure enough, he caught a momentary freezing of Shen Ning's gaze, realizing she was not yet ready. It seemed his plan was the correct one.

After uttering these words, Jiang Peiqi left Charlie's dilapidated apartment. She had originally thought she could pry some answers out of him by coming here, but who would have imagined that Charlie would refuse to say a word? It made her utterly furious.

Yuan Yang panted heavily, his resolute face crisscrossed with cuts inflicted by true qi blades—wounds generated by the astral wind force of the Fiery Plow Star. After all, Yuan Yang was at the Earth Realm Tier Nine, while his opponent was a Star Realm powerhouse. Direct clashes had not yielded him much advantage, and his body was already covered in scars.

The cold rain had poured down fiercely upon the earth throughout the day, only letting up by dusk, though a fine mist of drizzle still drifted in the air.

It turned out that Zhujian, harboring a bellyful of anger, had secretly defied Zhuan's orders and come here on his own accord. Upon discovering this, Zhuan had dispatched a six-ring great demon to summon Zhujian back to the Demon Tribulation Pass. A seven-ring great demon was a capable general, and Zhuan could not afford to lose another one before the impending battle.

Naturally, many people could also guess from the principal's attitude that this Leng Binghan must have an extraordinary background—so formidable that even the principal dared not easily offend him. Perhaps the matter had even been tacitly approved or directly instructed by the principal himself.

Half a year passed by in succession, with Chu Xiong quietly meditating the entire time. It was the height of winter, and heavy snowflakes fell continuously from the heavens. The surrounding thousands of li had long been blanketed by a thick layer of ice. It seemed as though both heaven and earth had been frozen by this bone-chilling aura, with only the falling snowflakes retaining a trace of vitality.

The cavalry of the Jiangdong Left Army had not yet reached the elite status required to gallop and slaughter at high speed across a sea embankment only a little over ten Zhang wide. Combat on the embankment had to be left to the infantry, and Ma Poxian led a squad of armored soldiers charging at the forefront.

At this moment, a cynical young man, flanked by beauties on both arms and living a life of utter swagger, wore a radiant and carefree smile across his face.

Despite saying that, Lady Gu was eager for Hang Yu to pamper Liu Shan, hoping they might develop some "friendly" relationship.

Yang Junjiao nodded slightly and stepped forward, while a disgruntled Li Guangzhi glared at Lin Feng and said in a childish voice.

Upon learning of the matter, Sima intended to personally step in and deal with Gu Jian, but was stopped by Xiao Lingyue.