Volume One, Chapter 48: Is This What It Feels Like to Be a Dominant CEO?

Her fingertips still trembled, yet with uncanny precision she scrolled through her contacts to the name “Lu Ye” and dialed without hesitation.

“Beep—beep—”

“We’re sorry, the number you have dialed is powered off…”

The cold, mechanical female voice echoed harshly through the deathly silent room, jarring in its indifference.

Powered off?!

Fu Yuting’s grip on her phone tightened abruptly, her knuckles whitening.

She had seen it herself: beneath that ever-smiling face lay a ruthlessness that surpassed most men; she’d watched as, with a single stroke, she severed an enemy’s life, roots and all.

Yang Shaolong headed north, deep into the vast forest, uncertain how long the journey would take. Suddenly, a sharp sound caught his attention. He turned, alert, just as a streak of green light shot toward him.

“Is this…?” Ever since I chose to descend into the mortal world, I resolved to live as an ordinary person, to refrain from using spiritual energy lightly. What little remains within me is precious; though bestowing fortune consumes barely any, it still goes against my original intent. Interfering with mortal fate is not without consequence.

She had wept for two days and nights. Whenever she thought of Lu Yanying’s uncertain fate, the tears would not stop flowing.

Returning to her room, she watched Helan Jin sleeping. Her figure looked even frailer in repose. That night, Qiao Hanye could not sleep at all.

From the moment he got off the plane, Zhou Dongcheng’s phone rang incessantly. He seemed to be avoiding the call—each time, he hung up immediately.

“We’re just hired help. You’d better talk to the boss. Keep your distance, it’s not safe here!” With that, they got back to their work.

“Mr. Yi…” Meng Wanyan met his gaze, shivering involuntarily. This man was dangerous—yet undeniably magnetic. If she didn’t want to embarrass herself, leaving now was her only option.

“Sacred Qilin!” King Zhou Yan gazed toward the southern Flaming Mountain, nodding gently. The current Gaozhao faction wielded great power, unsettling the ministers at King Zhou Yan’s side. If Huo Ling’er could summon the Sacred Qilin, King Zhou Yan would win the trust of both the people and his court, thereby weakening Gaozhao’s influence.

Lu Jiu reached towards the faintly glowing thread, her expression grave. She hoped it wasn’t a cultivation technique or a formidable sword art; she needed sword energy—enough to threaten the Golden Crow Dragon. Without it, she was powerless to help Chu Huai find release.

From start to finish, his movements were fluid and seamless, a spectacle to behold in the eyes of onlookers. For Ye Lingchen, the defense posed by player number ten was meaningless—no threat whatsoever.

Yu Sheng cast a silent glance at the flight attendant, accepted the glass of water, and murmured a quiet “Thank you.”

All she wished was for her father’s return, so she could sing for him. That way, perhaps, he would be happy again.

The clash of metal rang out; this punch carried the weight of a hundred thousand jin. It could not destroy the undying celestial soldier, but it was enough to force it back.

Ye Xuanji awoke, her face pale as paper from blood loss. Seeing the Ancient Demon Vine rooted in Yin Tianqi’s body, rage flooded her heart and she coughed up blood once more.

He cared little for such things. He married Su Qingye because she bore him a son, and because he needed a wife.

His head was pounding, his vision darkening at the edges. Shen Hanshi’s face was gaunt and weary; he did not want her to see him so vulnerable.

I thought to myself, Wei Man must have gotten into debt gambling again. Back when Shushu was hospitalized, she often escaped to the casino to vent her emotions. Now, with her job gone and her sister and Hu Haibin in rehab, she must be even more troubled.

Bai Yutang’s expression changed dramatically. Without a second thought, he ducked low and rolled away from his spot. Where he’d just stood, a flash of sword light slashed through the air.

Gradually, the two recovered somewhat, then suddenly jolted as if awakening, writhing and twitching, but no longer at death’s door.