Volume One, Chapter 26: Let’s Do Some Good Together

"Sister Mianmian, why do you seem a bit unhappy?" Meng Xuan asked, linking her arm with Wu Yumian's.

Lu Weimang picked up a dumpling and popped it into her mouth, savoring it with great delight; the others in the room were no less enthusiastic.

As he spoke, the elderly demonic cultivator stretched out his hand, causing demonic flames to surge forth and condense into a long, narrow blade within his palm.

Only after the impulse had slowly faded did Chen Anqi realize how absurd she had been just moments ago.

In the past, there were times when Lu Wei would be sleeping soundly only to be awakened by him in this manner, leaving her breathless. Lu Wei often complained about it, and Jin Buzhou must have taken it to heart; thereafter, whenever such a moment arose, Lu Wei only needed to gently kick his thigh, and he would automatically loosen his grip.

Otherwise, he would not have become such close friends with Shen Lang and Huixin—a bond forged both by their childhood acquaintance and their shared spirit.

Suddenly, Su Feng’s aura shifted dramatically. He gathered fierce power into his palm, drawing upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The surrounding air began to tremble violently, and faint cracks even appeared in the void itself.

These three seemingly simple alchemy recipes were enough for Qian Nishang to cut her costs by nearly half, leaving her with more financial resources to pursue other ventures.

Upon arriving at the company, he plunged into a busy schedule. It was not until the afternoon meetings concluded that he finally had a moment of leisure. He took out his phone, but finding no calls or texts from Lu Wei, he sent her a message asking what she was doing.

The Empress’s eyes sparkled as she looked toward Lu Weimang. Seeming to sense the gaze, Lu Weimang looked over; the Empress gave a slight nod, and Lu Weimang nodded back in acknowledgment.

As the others chatted about company business, Chen Ying, unable to follow, sat quietly on the side, stealing glances at Jin Buzhou from time to time.

He widened his eyes, staring fixedly at the young man. Seeing the look of terror on his face, most people in the arena instinctively looked away, fearing that offending this burly man might bring trouble upon themselves.

"Hiss, hiss." Arrows rained down like a storm. Hearing the successive booming sounds beside him, Hua Qianzhong knew his four subordinates were in grave danger. He deflected three crossbow bolts, broke through the first line of defense woven by the explosive bee-crossbows, and launched a surprise attack.

She swept her gaze over Fairy Yuming in the pavilion and added, "But mark this: if anyone wishes to use this opportunity to play any tricks, do not blame the blood civet in my arms for being merciless!" With a crisp whistle from her lips, the blood civet leaped into the air, vanishing into the night like a bolt of lightning to keep watch over the surroundings from afar.

The French salad was prepared with exquisite care, with a particular emphasis on coordinating the colors of the vegetables to create a vibrant palette. Whether tender yellow, verdant green, snowy white, or tangerine orange, it was a delight to behold.

Xiao Qi reached out, grabbed her dress, and slipped it on in a flash. She fished a key from the bag by the bed, walked up to the man, and placed the key in his hand.

Looking at the raging inferno before him, Lu Bu felt a pang of sorrow in his heart. Forty thousand living, breathing men—gone just like that. They say war is a cruel business, but aside from those who have experienced it firsthand, who can truly grasp its agony? Who can truly appreciate the hard-won value of peace?

Jin Liehan remained silent. The jade cup in his hand shattered with a "pop," and the emerald dust sifted from his palm, turning to ash as it fell upon his clothes.

"It is not looking optimistic. He was stabbed in the chest, and the doctor says the wound is dangerously close to his heart," the other vice president said with a somber expression.

Now possessing the memories of Huang Sandao, Mu Xifeng knew the location of the Haoyue Palace. With a movement of his feet, he vaulted into the air and flew rapidly toward the palace.