Volume One, Chapter 31: Turning the Corner May Also Mean Encountering Villains

Long Fourteen stared wide-eyed. There were countless foreigners around the Abyss of the Devil’s Cave, including kings at the Shattered Star realm—how had the young master managed to enter? Uncle Li trembled as he looked at me, utterly shocked by the scene of devastation all around.

A streak of violet sword energy slashed toward the charging foreign army. With a sickening sound, swathes of them were cut in half, blue blood spraying everywhere.

Deng Hui, as the manager of the club, made his rounds through every department. Finding nothing amiss, he returned to his own office.

Whether the project would be approved depended entirely on Zhang An'an. One word from her, and the project would either live or die.

“How could that be? It cost a fortune to acquire.” Doflamingo hadn't expected the Five Elders to say such a thing.

She was someone who cared deeply about appearances. In the past, just coming here to take a cruise would have been enough for her to boast for days.

Xue Hong gaped, stammering, completely losing her ability to speak. She pointed outside, then at herself, and then, taking He Yue with her, headed out.

After all, those two had claimed upon arrival that they were here to see Lin Xuejiao and insisted she was their relative. Yet Tang Ya and Ai Jiajia had lived here for a long time—how could they not know the truth about Li Fei and Lin Xuejiao?

Deng Hui had not gone to Zheng Yutian’s home for more than half a month. He was simply too busy, with too much to handle, while Zheng Yutian’s administrative office was idle. She called Deng Hui once every day.

“There’s no exact address. The New World’s reinforcements won’t be able to find the precise location for an ambush anytime soon,” Zephyr said, leaning against the sofa with a blank expression.

Huang Bingyao’s office was easy to find: turn left, and at the end of the corridor, the largest and finest room was his.

Tongyin Village was a remote mountain settlement. Though the locals were honest and pure, there were certain matters that could never be discussed within the village—such as the cave in the rear mountain, a forbidden place that no one was allowed to inquire about or enter.

Why didn’t Peng Kai reveal himself from the start? He wanted to secretly surpass Wang Ziyu after entering the Imperial Soul Academy, so he could thoroughly humiliate him.

As for the worn clothing, Xue Zhaoxing didn’t dwell on it. Since nothing had been found, he simply went home, climbing the stairs layer by layer. When he reached his own door, he saw a garment lying outside—it was the one he’d casually tossed onto the first floor earlier.

When the vigilant navy soldiers outside rushed in and saw it was Nangong Yan, they were stunned. Though they were battle-hardened warriors, how many would dare launch a suicide attack against an invincible foe?

“Chang Hao, when I see that brat from the Peng family, I’ll help you get revenge!” Wu Shixun, after leaving the stage, went to the competitors’ viewing area and made a solemn promise to Chang Hao.

Today, Nangong Yan visited the forge. The exterior had an antique charm, but inside, it was thoroughly modern—nothing like the chaotic smithies of old. Forgers from across the land, accompanied by their apprentices, sweated over blazing furnaces, shaping blocks of refined iron.

Lin Hao sneered. A hundred Lin Haos, each wielding a golden staff, charged forward.

After the call, Akainu carried Spider Ghost back onto the ship, then jumped down. Smoke billowed from him, red magma flowed everywhere, and the grass beneath his feet turned to ash, leaving deep footprints with every step.

Back in high school, Jin Miao took on many part-time jobs. She had seven siblings to care for, plus a father who was rarely home and a disabled brother.

Everyone was aware of Lin Fei’s abilities. In such circumstances, knowing they couldn’t win, why insist on fighting to the bitter end?

Jin Nanxue deliberately emphasized certain words. Others might be unclear, but she knew the truth of those past events. Did they really think she was a clay figure, incapable of defending herself? She might as well bring up the matter in public and see how they could carry on shamelessly.

Auntie snorted, “Good you haven’t forgotten. By the way, things were so hectic yesterday, I forgot to ask: Did Jin Nanxue take you to meet anyone? Tell me, what fine family did she introduce you to?”

There were three main types of work: sorting duck down, for example. Feathers from the slaughterhouse were delivered to the down factory, where workers sorted the down from the feathers and collected it.

The Lord of the Apocalypse let out a low roar, mustering all his strength and slamming fiercely into the bronze gates.

“Another overtime shift?” Miyazawa glanced at the time on his phone—it was only a little past three in the afternoon, before school let out.

The eldest son, Xiao Peiyuan, was Xiao Yue’s father. Xiao Yue’s mother had already passed away, and Zhu Yaru was Xiao Peiyuan’s second wife.

Hearing something related to Li Di, Zhao Mingde’s eyes instantly lit up. But then, upon hearing what President Wang said next...

Su Qiao recalled vaguely: Si Yuzhou put her in the car... after that, there was nothing more.

Accompanying this news was the fact that Shen Bingrao was not only an ancient beast tamer, but also a revered Grade Five alchemist.

Perhaps Chang Ge Yue’s expression was too calm—so much so that the loser forgot his opening remarks for a moment.

His figure crashed to the ground, battered and miserable. Before he could gather himself, a powerful pressure descended, pinning him so he couldn’t rise.

Upon hearing the news, it was as if a bolt from the blue struck Xie Yixiang—she felt utterly hopeless. Was it possible that the very thing Prime Minister Ning feared most had really happened?

They all flew forward, joy overwhelming them, none noticing that A Tao remained standing, expressionless and dazed, her once dark and bright eyes now veiled with mist.

This remark stunned Xie Yixiang again. She couldn’t help but look at the old man with the green bamboo cane. Could it be that his words were true, that the “Corpse King of Xiangxi,” Lu Santong, had already died long ago? Or perhaps, the Lu Santong before her was merely an impostor?