Chapter Sixty-Four: I Am the Original Author!

“Is that so...” Zhang Jingsen pondered for a moment, then quietly explained his idea to the others in the association, exchanging opinions. Of the four, two agreed with Zhang Jingsen’s proposal, but another shook his head and sneered.

“I find this rather ridiculous. Just because you, a junior, have doubts, I…”

After last night’s revelry, everyone had breakfast at dawn. By now, the few bowls of rice porridge must have found their way into some foul-smelling gutter. Faced with the pressing questions from Lady Lu and Master Lu, she was at a loss for words.

Liu E was so stunned from being thrown down that she lay on the ground for a long while, staring blankly at Shaoli.

When the ‘Imperial Soul Seal’ was unleashed, Atreus felt an overwhelming sense of oppression. He sensed a vast seal, as if it represented the authority of heaven and earth to administer justice. He felt an immense majesty, the kind that emanates from a supreme ruler, as if he held the very laws of the universe in his grasp.

The countless flying white horses let out mournful cries. He was originally a noble celestial steed, soaring ninety thousand miles high, always yearning for the bright moon.

Aside from the two soft masses pressed tightly against Li Erlong’s waist, there was also the faint, elusive fragrance that forever lingered about Wang Xuelan. All of this awakened the most primal urge for conquest within Li Erlong’s body.

Li Tiezhu had not directly sent his wife out because he feared that if Li Erlong really was entangled with Liu Guangzheng, or genuinely owed him something, his wife’s public outburst would only complicate matters. He wanted to clarify things first.

“Mind your own business!” Aunt Zhang suddenly feigned anger, and Qin Fen didn’t pursue the matter further.

Sometimes, when faced with familiar situations, he couldn’t help but intervene and try to alter them, efforts for which he paid dearly. Fortunately, those actions never led to any serious consequences.

Ye Qin didn’t ask outright. Years ago, the parents of Village Chief Zang set fire to Liang Ming’s house, causing the deaths of Liang Ming’s parents. Seeing Liang Ming again after ten years—could he really feel nothing at all?

San Pangzi rested his hand on his shoulder. An Yichen valued loyalty above all; the professor had died saving him, and this bond was too heavy for him to bear. He would pursue vengeance for the professor even if it meant risking his life.

All the men at the three tables had drunk, except Yang Qi, who hadn’t touched his cup. A trace of joy flashed in Liu Yunfei’s eyes, but his expression quickly darkened.

Yet, he didn’t want Ye Hao to be defeated by those cultivators. The thought left him deeply dissatisfied.

They didn’t even have the courage to challenge a human, let alone a demon from hell. At least, that was the case for now.

“Teacher Cui, let me ask you—why does the school have rules against skipping classes or taking leave without permission?” Xuan Yan asked coolly.

You quietly tell [October Twilight]: There’s wave after wave of followers, and those who don’t know the truth all stir up the drama. But I did say she’s overly sensitive, and that’s not wrong.

Long accustomed to such scenes, they knew that Fire Phoenix was the public leader of Red Star, but behind the scenes, it was these two young masters who truly held sway.

“How much Qi Origin Pill do you think the Dragon Lord has absorbed in these three days?” Chen Xuesong asked, looking at the two with anticipation.

The tragic voice of the third generation had just faded when a pair of golden, sparkling eyes—human, yet not quite human—appeared out of nowhere.

Zhou Mao stopped on the fourth floor, knocking on the ‘door’ and entering a leisure apartment—a cheap place for casual encounters.

The principal looked sternly at Fu Tianpo and Bing Hesu, his tone grave but tinged with trust.