Chapter 101: This Is Not Your Place to Speak

As soon as Xue Tianya and Jia Changkong spoke, Lu Fei guessed the truth of the matter. Thinking of the call Jing Xuanwei had made to him, he immediately took out his phone and sent messages to Ouyang Zi, Luo Yutian, and Hua Tingyun, telling them to gather their people and head for West Capital.

Jing Xuanwei had summoned the ten great demon kings to move out, planning to wipe out the Divine Emperor Hall in one stroke.

At this moment, Jing Xuanwei’s stronghold in West Capital was bound to be empty. Lu Fei’s order to attack West Capital was, in effect, a direct move against Jing Xuanwei.

She was certain that Qi Yan probably had not seen the news yet. Better to keep things quiet if possible and handle it quickly, so the man in the capital would not have to worry over it.

None of the people present knew how to answer them; after coming here, they had not seen even a shadow of Qi Yan.

The show had now been recorded into its second stage, a two-month period: one month of formal filming, and the month before that for the two trainees to cram for dance knowledge.

“This man can channel his cultivation power into weapons. He has clearly reached the level of Star-Origin Infusion. There is a whole realm between us. How am I supposed to fight him?” Zhao Tianci retorted furiously, unable to bear such humiliation.

A string in her heart had been touched a year ago. An unnamed emotion took root and sprouted in the depths of her soul, blooming into a flower without a name.

Many people on the platform exchanged meaningful looks; more than a few old foxes with sharp eyes had seen everything. Marquis Wuguo’s feet seemed rooted to the ground, fixed there without moving.

Hearing Su Hao address her as Miss Mu Xue, Lin Muxue clearly understood he was teasing her for the coldness she had shown him before. Embarrassed and annoyed, she gave him a shove with her other hand.

“Go to sleep. By now, Pei Yun is probably already at Zhang Xiao’s house.” Wei Zhexing pulled out her phone and checked the time; it was already past midnight.

A young man with a full-sleeve tattoo stopped his bright red motorcycle in front of Shu Yang and tossed her the keys.

That streak of red light passed through the corridor and fell beside the arched gate of the courtyard. Ling, already exhausted beyond measure, turned back into human form and collapsed straight to the ground, gasping for breath. No one had formed a contract with her, so she had no source of life; relying only on the energy from the bite she had taken from Wang Lingyun, she actually had very little vitality.

This was equivalent to Mount Longhu once again having the capital to produce a Celestial Master by title, though of course this Celestial Master had not been formally conferred.

Xu Suizhu smiled. That was nothing; once they had an online shop in the future, the Lin fishing grounds would surely go even farther.

“Village chief, it’s so late. What brings you to our home?” Su Meiying looked utterly puzzled, though the kerosene lamp in her hand burned especially bright.

“Thank you, madam.” Mingyue also wanted to stay here and lie low, but she was too embarrassed to say so. She had not expected the madam to take the initiative and invite her to stay. That old woman was truly impossible to deal with; if Mingyue met her outside, she would certainly cling to her without letting go. Here, however, she would never dare come looking for her.

Qin Jinlun jerked violently in shock. He had truly been driven to the end of the road; a single coin could stump even a hero.

The waves subsided, and Zhou Tianfeng emerged unharmed. At his waist hung a jade pendant, glowing brilliantly, having neutralized the destructive force of the Six Paths Reincarnation Arrows for him.

“My sister was gravely injured and no one came to help. Now her wounds still haven’t healed, and she’s being sent to help the killer. That isn’t respect for anyone—it’s sheer foolishness,” Yu Bo said with a cold laugh.

It seemed there was a place called Zhongliang Seaview Number One, reputed to be the finest luxury residence on the banks of the Huangpu River. It had once set the record as the first property with a unit price exceeding two hundred thousand, with the most expensive unit costing two hundred million.

“Could you get me that one? That way, when you’ve rested, you can come out and see me whenever you like,” Chu Xuan asked.

The hotel provided such a service. To be able to take flight before sunrise, they had to set off when it was just beginning to grow light, with departure scheduled for 4:45 in the morning.

“If everyone does this, then it wouldn’t be hard work anymore, would it?” Yami seemed a little puzzled by Lan Youming’s logic.

Once such a situation came to pass, the result obtained by the Great Prophecy when Nostra Dama used it on them would deviate enormously.