Chapter 157: The First Mission

Man Yunyun was busy in the kitchen, and soon the enticing aroma of food drifted out. Catching the scent, Ye Feng's stomach immediately let out a growl. After bustling about for quite a while, Man Yunyun finally served the dishes. Since Ye Feng usually stocked their refrigerator with a huge pile of groceries, she managed to put together a table full of food. Delicious or not, just the vibrant colors—reds and greens—made it look far superior to anything Ye Feng could whip up. Chen Xinyi was already sitting by the dining table, drooling slightly.

"Yuanxiang..." Jingxian raised her head, looking heavily at Yuanxiang, then pulled her into a tight embrace and wept bitterly.

Arriving at Huang Gang's office door, Wu Chenfei did not bother to knock; instead, he shoved the door open with a strike of his palm and strode inside. He found a spread of wine and food laid out on the coffee table in front of the sofa, but Huang Gang was nowhere to be seen.

At this point, Huang Gang's intention to blackmail was glaringly obvious. Within the Peking Opera troupe, those who submitted to him would prosper, while those who resisted would perish. If one wanted to live in peace here, disobedience to Huang Gang meant only one dead end.

Although Su Qianmo had no idea what Lin Yi was up to by suddenly bringing so many people to Yanhai City, she still meticulously handled everything Lin Yi had entrusted to her. Considering both safety and confidentiality, Su Qianmo arranged for Lin Yi and his entourage to stay at a wholly-owned hotel under the Su family empire, managing their daily lives and living quarters down to the smallest detail.

"Xiao, Yi, Han." Shen Yunxi was utterly furious, her roar so loud that the guards stationed outside the palace gates repeatedly cast sideways glances toward them.

A hand reached out from a long sleeve and waved in front of Wuyou's eyes. Confirming that she was truly asleep, the person produced a bottle of liquid from some unknown place and, without a word of explanation, sprayed it directly toward Wuyou's nose, plunging her into an even deeper slumber.

Lin Yi, however, was gazing intently and remained silent, ignoring Consort Wu's words. He hadn't even truly listened to what she was saying, as his mind was currently preoccupied with an entirely different matter.

Under such a fierce assault, an ordinary Holy Martial Warrior would likely have been burned to ashes by the Flame Tiger's fire.

Chang Le did not join his subordinates in the seafood feast. Firstly, the large prawns serving as the main course made his stomach turn, and secondly, with such a rare and bountiful harvest of shellfish today, if they didn't eat their fill while the creatures were still fresh and alive, it would be an injustice to everyone's exhausting afternoon work.

One had to admit that Hizashi's move was indeed brilliantly calculated. As for whether it would grant him his wish, only time would tell.

As long as they wished it, the people following right behind them could have died countless times over without even knowing it. The reason they were held back from intervening was twofold: first, they still had a long way to go on this journey to Northern Mang; and second, he had no desire to walk under anyone's surveillance, which would drastically compress the scope of what he could discover on his own.

This young man was truly somewhat different; he could actually face him in duel with such absolute confidence, and remain so calm even in a moment like this.

The melodious and lingering tune seemed to recount all the unspoken secrets of seventeen. At noon and after school in the afternoons, the campus radio station broadcasted this very same song. From some point onward, Lu Yinyin had already learned to casually hum the entire song from start to finish.

Actually, strictly speaking, it was not Tang Que who was absorbing the energy now, but rather the Haotian Sword in his hand.

"Go and bring him over. I swear on my life I won't hurt you! If I break this oath, let me be struck by lightning and have my demonic core shatter!" The five-tailed fox demon pointed two fingers toward the heavens in a solemn oath. Du Feng nodded. For a cultivator, taking an oath meant it would surely be fulfilled, regardless of whether they were demonic cultivators, ghost cultivators, or human cultivators! Otherwise, Shen Lang would never have compromised and stooped to scrubbing toilets.

The so-called weekly duty meant that their entire class was excused from regular lessons for a week, using the evening self-study periods to review their coursework independently. To train the students' sense of social responsibility and give them an early taste of what stepping into society and entering the workforce would be like, the school had specially established this weekly duty system.