Volume One, Chapter 20: You Seem Quite Cheerful

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The envelope contained a color photograph, undeniable in its authenticity, yet what met their eyes was the fallen state of Yi Ren and Jingjing—wounded, crying, utterly miserable. The depiction was brutally realistic, the capture skillful and vivid, a testament to professional craftsmanship.

Soon, they arrived at the grand hall prepared for the banquet. Ling Chuyu released the Empress Dowager, and the Empress helped her settle at the head seat. Ling Chuyu then turned to seek out Lady Zhang.

Ling Chuyu’s voice, tinged with sobs, successfully stopped Li Xiujing. He glanced at Ling Chuyu beneath him, then at his own hands, his face flushing instantly with embarrassment as he sheepishly withdrew his hand.

“Behead!” Qin Wudi bellowed, and at that moment, an illusory giant hand materialized behind him.

Though Bai Yaoxi was displeased, he had no time to dwell on it and instead poured all his effort into composing poetry.

He had never truly pondered the matter. After all, the world’s cataclysm had occurred tens of thousands of years ago—who would idle away investigating the history of that era?

Back then, he had once presented a Foundation Establishment Pill before Mo You. After seeing it, Mo You had been visibly shocked.

Xiao Xiang was quite puzzled, just as the system transmitted a faint stream of information into his mind at that very moment.

General Xun Yu, while suppressing bandits in the East Sea, had been fatally struck by a poisoned arrow. The secret was buried, confusing the truth and silencing the root cause.

“You’re secondhand goods; I have no interest in romance with you! I just want to tell you a secret.” Si Mengmeng said as she walked to the door, peeking into the corridor. After confirming no third party was present, she closed the door.

She even found herself longing for the life she had back when she was still Consort Wu—an odd feeling indeed.

Coincidentally, Zhou Weijian had drunk some wine at noon and took a nap in the afternoon, discovered in time by a servant; otherwise, using that bedding at night would have meant certain death.

When she realized only sacrificing Long Yuechen’s arms could save her, she had already given up on living.

Hao Shiming seized every opportunity to rack up slaughter points and spatial points. Before Zeng Cheng eradicated the alien race, he unleashed his Hunger ability indiscriminately on everyone.

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If the true upper echelon of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect had not prohibited various senior elders in the lower demon regions from contacting each other, the elders would have long shared this information elsewhere and united against the Thunder Sovereign.

Though the garment was thin, stepping onto it brought a refreshing coolness. The surrounding heat waves met the edge of the clothing as if encountering a powerful barrier and were blown back.

“You’ll know once you go.” Chen Yi was unconcerned; this journey had been quite pleasant, with many good things encountered.

Nearby, Cai Die discreetly curled her lips in disdain. “The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. You laugh now, but one day I will be a general’s wife, and then you’ll see my true strength.”

“Boss, you’re really heavy. Can you use some strength yourself? You’re about to crush me.” Jian Xiyan exerted every ounce of effort, yet still struggled. After all, a man over six feet tall weighing on her bones could easily flatten her, especially with his apparent intent.

No one believed their ears. The old grand tutor’s eyes widened, heart nearly stopping. The Empress’s gentle eyes glanced again and was utterly dumbfounded—like thunder striking, knees buckling, a bolt from the blue paralyzing her spine, dumbfounded and empty-headed, she staggered and fell face-first.

“Since Commander Ning is willing to visit the Yin Residence, we entrust this to you! You are eloquent, sharp-tongued, skilled at mediation, and meticulous in thought. We feel at ease entrusting you; you are the best choice,” Old Grand Tutor Wan Lucun declared, and all nodded in agreement.

“So... if I act cute and pretend to be silly, I can get by?” In high spirits, Lin Chu teased Tong Yao.

Qin Yibai had coveted this soul artifact for a long time and was desperate. He knew that if he could forge such a soul artifact from the First Universe, it would elevate survival abilities in the original universe by countless levels, whether at king or marshal rank.

“Sit down! Sit down! Young people, don’t be impulsive!” Liang Xinhui spoke earnestly.

The saying “one day in the mountains equals several years in the mortal world” highlighted the difference between cultivators and mortals.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ruyun, who was pretending, noticed this. At this point, Nangong Pu’s injuries had begun to stabilize. Zhang Ruyun examined him briefly, finding no serious issues, and advised Nangong Pu to return to the flower boat first, while he himself would follow the others to the surface.

The merchant fleet did not head directly to the capital Sea King City of the Sea Nation, but to the southwestern port city of King’s Island.

Everyone’s enthusiasm instantly dampened. What was the point of singing such trash songs? They’d rather skip to the next one. It was like watching a variety show where the singer performed unfamiliar and mediocre songs, prompting them to want to change tracks immediately.

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After dinner, Lin Chu wanted to find a quiet room to rest. At a glance from his eldest aunt, his cousin Zhao Lei approached, unsure what to say, merely offering awkward company.

In this world, Xiao Yi had his adventures but mostly approached matters steadily and pragmatically. This detoxification was no exception! If Xiao Yi was confident, he would act; if not, he would never recklessly proceed.

There were many historical reasons; first and foremost was solving basic needs like food and clothing, so gaps in that area were understandable.

“If it grows like this, it might not be inferior to Lingzi.” He struggled to suppress his wandering thoughts, carefully carrying the freshly washed girls back to bed and covering them with blankets.

With An Lian’s permission, Pison worked until nightfall before heading directly to Xier’s residence.

He first gave an update on coordination with China Central Television and then detailed the event arrangements.

If there were no matters, Sun Cuiping wouldn’t bother coming here—she wasn’t close to Sun Cuiping. Sun Cuiping’s relationship with her mother was also average; she wouldn’t bring Dayang here without purpose.

It was too late. Lingzi’s twin blades struck, but were deflected by the alien’s shield with a loud bang. Unlike Pison’s strong resistance, Lingzi, only at A+6 level, was flung backward, crashing through a street sign and sliding far, nearly unable to move from the pain.

Before leaving, Qi Juying had already briefed Liu Liheng and Zhao Hongling on the general situation of the Zheng family.

His parents said he had no talent, and he didn’t plan to frighten the elders—he would just practice casually.

The man in the black suit stared into Gu Qian’s eyes, trying to find any clue, but Gu Qian’s gaze was calm and serene, without a trace of emotion, as if he truly wished to befriend the man in black.

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