Chapter Thirty: The Bat

Mu Shao returned to his private room with a sullen expression. Inside, there were four or five men and several heavily made-up women. He knew he had just been ruthlessly taken advantage of. Though he didn’t care much about the money, his pride had been thoroughly trampled in front of all these women. Ye Feng came to pick up girls, and he ended up footing the bill—no matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t swallow the indignity.
“Well now, Mu Shao, what’s wrong with you? Who would dare offend our Mu Shao?” Meng…

Chen Wei led Zhao Dabiao and the others to a high-end restaurant for a buffet, priced at 398 yuan per person—not exactly cheap.

Who was Peng Fang? Was his reputation merely that of one of the Four Young Masters of the capital? Across the entire nation, Peng Fang could walk wherever he pleased. If Wu Fan hadn’t shown such respect, Peng Fang wouldn’t have minded making him disappear from the face of the earth.

The office was entirely soundproofed. Once inside, no noise from outside could be heard. Wang Yuan was extremely satisfied.

“Third is dead!” The second brother let out an enraged roar, raised his submachine gun, and fired blindly into the forest.

At last, everything transformed into a vast, endless vortex. At its center, a cosmic sigil was taking shape.

Yet before Gu Ling’er could finish her words, a cool, clear voice cut her off.

Scenes from ancient times flashed through Xu Mo’s mind—some could shatter planets with a single punch, others could snuff out the blazing sun with just one finger, and there were those who left only devastation in their wake, erasing everything into dust and ashes.

It was pure gambling: betting on surviving five days, or forcing the ghost to reveal itself and flee early. But for now, there was nothing to bet on—there simply were no leads.

“Look at these—what do you think they are?” Lu Feng pulled out his phone and placed it in front of An Yu.

Chen Wei spoke from the heart; in terms of business operations, there was much to learn from the He family’s model.

The third chief of Tiger Thorn Stronghold had barely finished his words before he turned into a streak of light, slashing horizontally at Zhang Sanfeng with his broadsword.

A contract must never be signed carelessly—if something were to go wrong, the contract would serve as evidence, making it impossible to wash one’s hands of responsibility.

Qiu Jingyi spoke to the crowd with sincerity. Yun Yinian and Yin Cangyu were deeply moved; they, too, understood how heavy it was to bear a family’s burdens, how difficult it was to survive in the cracks between powers.

But at least one thing was now clear—whether for a clue to immortality or for the fate that tethered them to the mortal world, this zither could not be left in the hands of the Zheng family.

Yang Huai shook his head vigorously, still pointing north, even hopping on his feet in evident urgency.

Thinking of Jiayu, whom he hadn’t seen in so long, tears welled up uncontrollably in his eyes, despite his constant reminders to himself not to cry so easily. Yet the stubborn tears insisted on defying him, as if determined to cause trouble.

He practiced the entire set of sword techniques. Having never received any instruction, Xu Yang had no idea whether what he practiced was correct or not.

Those were the emotions she sensed—when the old lady played this zither, it was love and deep attachment.

“Wow, Hollywood! You’re cutting off our chances entirely. Hollywood is a place I wouldn’t even dare dream of,” Xun Zhou said, not taking Liang Yishan seriously, thinking she was joking.

“Exactly! How can you know there’s no diamond inside if you don’t finish cutting?” Ye Zifeng ignored everyone else and started working on the last corner of the raw stone.

Then Qian Dai and Ni’er designed an ordinary alchemical ship for sailing the seas. This, combined with the alchemical flying machines, completely replaced the Empire of Twin Moons’ near-shore transport. These resource-free, completely non-polluting products won immense popularity among the people.

“How did you know I didn’t come back last night? Did you go to my room?” Xu Duo raised an eyebrow, the single question instantly making Hilna blush a deep red.