Chapter 33: A Mere Mortal, Daring to Lecture an Immortal Cultivator?

The sudden appearance of Feng Longzheng left Chen Yang feeling somewhat helpless. Did he really have to deal with this fat fool before taking care of the woman from East Island? Honestly, Chen Yang had no desire to complicate matters further.

He glanced back at He Xiaoyu, sneering, “So this is the so-called bond of classmates you mentioned? Is this how you treat an old friend?”

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Most importantly, for such a serious incident of injury and death to occur during the founding anniversary and the major day of Hong Kong’s return was a public embarrassment for the authorities. This was nothing short of a blatant slap in the face.

Her choice of attire happened to perfectly match Xue Chongxun’s tastes—the simple tones, the narrow waist and sleeves emphasizing her curves, a stark contrast to the heavy, colorful ceremonial gowns of the palace. In the current setting, this outfit appeared all the more appropriate.

The Demon Lord of the Dragon truly had grounds for arrogance. With two Star Generals against a single Star Descender, the advantage was clear. Moreover, his cultivation was no less than Yan Wudao’s, his mastery of the demonic sword was superb, and with the support of the Demon Star Palace behind him, his confidence was unshakable.

Wang Zijun was indeed watching from outside. He waited until they finished their dance practice before coming in. After all, this was his own company building—he could come and go as he pleased, without the need for attendants or ceremony, accompanied only by a single bodyguard.

“My father dotes on me the most. I can ask him to let you return to our sect—it’s not a difficult matter,” Huang Rong spoke up at the perfect moment.

As Edward’s hand drew ever closer to Zhang Fan, a triumphant gleam shone in his eyes… But just then—a sharp sound pierced his ears, and his palm was suddenly stung by a sharp pain.

He tossed his glasses aside, slid his hands into his pockets, and, with a lazy smile, gazed at Zhang Fan from afar, raising his voice in greeting.

He then drove to a curtain store, picked out the color and material, and selected the style for the drapes. He arranged for the shopkeeper to come that afternoon for measurements, after which production and installation would begin.

In truth, Sun Ji greatly admired Chen Qingniu, but the problem was that Chen Qingniu was too unruly. Sun Ji aspired to be the king of SY City, and such an uncooperative figure as Chen Qingniu had become an obstacle on his path.

Fang Wei couldn’t be bothered to argue further. Looking toward Shui Shiyun, he realized neither of them had eaten all night, and she must be starving.

After entering the prince’s residence, Su Liyue had meant to thank Ye Cangming, but upon hearing the whistle of the hidden sentry, she said nothing and hurried toward Qingyu Courtyard.

Within the prison, he drew upon the dense aura of violence and death to conjure a demonic visage, transforming himself into a figure worthy of the darkest legends.

Hatred and unwillingness surged like tidal waves from the four seas, each cresting higher than the last, their strength growing ever more formidable.

With only a few days left until the official start of the semester, most students were returning to campus during this period, while the freshmen had already begun their annual military training. Some worried parents even visited the school every day to check on them.

Chen Shifeng nodded, and the emperor bowed and left the hall, his face ashen with fury. To think, an emperor had suffered such humiliation.

Since their falling out, the two had not exchanged a word. At the factory, she told others that she had ended things with Ming Zhenyuan during their matchmaking meeting, but he had refused to accept it.

If they were caught while plying their trade, they would have no one to blame but themselves—their skills simply weren’t good enough, and getting caught was only to be expected.

He grabbed the pickpocket by the neck, yanked him inside, and delivered a short, sharp punch to his chest.

Because he was a descendant of Xu Tiansheng—albeit from a collateral branch and not the main line—he was still the second most important member of the Xu family in the Sacred Artifact Sect. Xu Tiansheng valued him greatly, considering him his right-hand man in the sect.