Chapter 37: An Absolute Enchantress

After returning home, Sang Fuying spent a long time scouring the StarNet Little Blue Book app for items that males might enjoy. She browsed through countless recommendations, most of which were useless junk, until she finally narrowed her focus to the interests of eighteen-year-old college students majoring in science and engineering, even consulting a high-intelligence AI for advice.

The AI told her that such males typically possess extremely high IQs but are usually men of few words, projecting an aloof, unapproachable aura. They are incredibly reliable, and when it comes to interests...

Whoever was struck by her "Tactician's Skill" would falter, their mind descending into chaos as they shouted, "I rebel!" before grabbing their weapons and attacking their own comrades.

She had heard of the legendary reputation of this card more than once. From the very first day she obtained it, she began training even more frantically. With the [Blue Ice Floating Wings], her strength grew by leaps and bounds. For the first time, she was certain that she could fulfill Big Brother Yuguo's wish.

It mentioned nothing about the side effects, nothing about how to maintain a constant frequency of perception, nothing about what determined the duration of the breath-concealing state, and nothing about what exactly that state entailed.

Deng Yuanjue, one of the Eight Great Heavenly Kings, nicknamed "Treasure Light Tathagata," was tall and powerful. He once fought Lu Zhishen for over fifty rounds to a draw before being shot dead by Hua Rong.

Unfortunately, Huang Taiji announced the decision directly, and neither Daisan nor Jirgalang raised any objections.

This could not be blamed on Sun Chanting; even Li Zicheng had not foreseen such an outcome, so how could Sun Chanting have expected it?

"In the East Guard Base, there are rumors circulating. The general gist of these rumors is that the East Guard Base possesses a 'Diameter Window.' My subordinates and I suspect this as well. Only the Gray Layer could possibly produce so many rare materials simultaneously." The subordinate braced himself and blurted out everything he knew.

Shen Zhongren had been at the Hanlin Academy for quite some time. When Zheng Xunrui topped the imperial examinations and became a compiler at the Hanlin Academy, Shen Zhongren was already a Hanlin scholar, and after all these years, he remained one. This was a rare occurrence indeed.

In comparison, the much older Hong Chengchou seemed somewhat agitated. After all, he did not get to see the Emperor very often. Perhaps due to a deliberate effort to suppress his emotions, Hong Chengchou’s face appeared somewhat pale.

"Why are you stalking me?" Jiang Shan's expression turned cold. The fact that he had been secretly watched by a wolf for so long without noticing a single thing made him feel very uncomfortable. Especially judging by the voice, the wolf seemed to be female.

"You bastard, you demon from hell, go to hell!" With a flash, the figure rushed to Qin Tianqi's side and slashed down fiercely with a sword.

Wang Dazhu arrived at the dining hall, which had been converted from a classroom, and immediately squatted by the fire, his eyes fixed on the dinner left on the table that the staff had been too busy to finish.

In this great mansion, who didn't have secrets? It was just that some people didn't hide them well enough and were seen through at a glance, while a few others buried them deep—bottomlessly deep.

Only one thing was certain: Xu Yang could no longer perceive any threats, as his physical body had been sent inside the Tree of Holy Light.

Theresia looked at Li Qi's avatar, her gaze becoming unfocused, and she only snapped back to reality when Sylvie coughed.

Attacks rained down from all directions, yet the materialized Taotie behind Xu Yang acted like a black hole, swallowing all that energy and brewing it within his Nascent Soul.

Shuishu did not answer; she simply slumped to the ground, her mind still ruminating on everything she had just witnessed.

The Divine Equipment Ranking was a list of gear. Let alone Zhang Yang, no one in the entire Friendship Horn was on it, and even if they were, they had likely hidden their names.

Their only way out was to unite—not a coalition of big shots, but a coalition of nations.