Chapter 143: Socialites

"This is the first time I've ever attended such a desolate birthday banquet. If it weren't for the six of us showing up, you might as well have not bothered booking this banquet hall at all!"

Lin Mingming and her group felt they had scored another victory.

No sooner had the words left her lips than an elderly man, wearing a jade bead necklace and a vintage-style robe, walked in.

"Wishing Lady Lu a happy birthday. May your youth remain eternal. This humble one has..."

Giving and receiving gifts happened simultaneously. The matriarch of the senior branch had Linyi record the list of exchanges, and by evening, grandmother and granddaughter were sitting under the lamp, pointing at the list and discussing each item in detail.

Xuehe and Linglong were both startled. There was pig lung, but that had been bought to feed the stray cats in the courtyard.

The group arrived at Harmony Hall, the residence of Matriarch Lin, each harboring their own thoughts. They saw high-ranking maids and matrons, dressed in fine attire, bustling about with all sorts of items. Everyone wore a joyful expression, and Harmony Hall itself was filled with laughter and cheer, a truly lively scene.

The tourists below stared at the sky, dumbstruck. A gentle, fragrant rain had suddenly begun to fall from a clear, azure sky. Yet, there were no storm clouds to be seen, only one or two strange objects hovering above. The brilliant sunlight shone through the magnificent rain curtain, creating a colorful and exquisite rainbow.

Eugene was speechless. Indeed, this was their target, but the man was a powerhouse at the level of a God of War, completely different from them. There was a common consensus in the mercenary world: the stronger the individual, the more bizarre their goals. The man's current response perfectly illustrated this once again.

Linfang had added quite a few new outfits and headpieces. A large peony ornament, edged in gold, sat prominently, its center a massive gemstone. Tassels made of jade strings hung from the base. It was fortunate that Linfang’s neck was thick enough; otherwise, it would surely have been crushed under the weight.

Monica's thoughts raced in a thousand directions, yet she could make no sense of it. One thing, however, was clear: something major was about to happen to the Elf race. Furthermore, she felt that this event might subtly harbor the threat of extinction for her people.

Pojun sensed the pleas for mercy emanating from the planet, which was composed entirely of black crystal, but he remained unmoved. Instead, he directed the primordial spirit of the Ten-Direction Weituo to begin frantically absorbing the planet’s power. The Force of Divine Concealment cooperated fully with this task, and even the green spiritual energy of the plants and trees joined in to get a piece of the action.

In truth, Qin Lingyun felt a pang of sorrow in her heart; she was just as despondent. She had stayed on Nanhua Immortal Island for over a thousand years, but the changes in the world over those millennia were beyond her control. Who could predict what would happen in the universe?

It really had come! Lin Jinyong’s heart gave a sudden jolt. Ignoring her earlier concerns, she frowned and took the sachet. After examining it carefully inside and out, she sighed, looked up at Lu Jian, and said candidly, "It is true that I made this, but the hair inside is not mine. Where did you get this?"

Seeing Shangguan Xiao’s body suddenly go limp, as if her entire frame was aching with exhaustion and she was collapsing to the floor, Lin Xuxian grew anxious.

He wanted to go on a trip, but his heart was preoccupied with Xi Li, who was still in seclusion, so he had to remain at the sect to continue his cultivation.

Even if Lu Chen could ensure that he always walked in a straight line through the desert, he had no idea which direction he was heading in the first place.

After taking his seat on the opposite side of the tribunal, the presiding judge announced that the deliberation had officially begun.

At this moment, Daoist Guanyi could see nothing at all and could only rely on his spiritual sense to perceive his surroundings. Strangely, however, the clarity of his spiritual sense was significantly diminished within this space.

"I’m going to call my sister immediately and have every doctor at the Health Bureau give you a check-up!" Situ Yaling said, pulling out her phone as she spoke.

The disheveled, chicken-headed man had come up to the cabin this time determined to settle things once and for all, but he hadn't expected to fail twice.

Hanging above the ancestral hall was a portrait of good fortune, depicting a middle-aged man wielding a long spear in a battle against a flood dragon. On the right, the six-pointed star-shaped tattoo on the middle-aged man’s forehead emitted a faint golden light, his bearing heroic and dashing.