Volume 1, Chapter 113: Bowing Before Her

Having eaten and drunk their fill, they quietly enjoyed the serenity of the moment. Mo Xingyuan sat beside her, and neither of them spoke. Not until the sky grew dark did someone light a pile of firewood. The crowd gathered around, beginning to sing. The man who had been chatting with Mo Xingyuan earlier came over to invite them to join. Mo Xingyuan looked at Su Li, who felt a bit tempted but also somewhat reserved. Mo Xingyuan stood up, took Su Li’s hand, and accepted the invitation. Upon arriving, they were met with bright, friendly smiles. Some began to dance; amidst the singing and the firelight, everyone was relaxed, uninhibited, and at ease. Su Li was moved by the atmosphere. She was pulled away from Mo Xingyuan’s side to join them around the fire...

This type of tree appeared only in legends. It was said to reach the heavens, piercing the firmament with unparalleled majesty. It was rumored to have been felled in the Primordial Age, and since then, it has vanished from the world. Chu Wanyi finished speaking, tilting her head slightly to reveal her long, graceful, swan-like white neck, adopting the defiant air of a prisoner offering her throat to the blade.

As the Earth Dragon was about to continue his story, Zhang Xiaohai’s voice came from outside, and the Earth Dragon cut his narrative short. He glanced at the Emperor, noticing that the Emperor was already deep in thought, lost in the topics just discussed.

Fully armed and carrying a G36C assault rifle, with a massive mountaineering pack on his back, Ye Tian stepped out of the main deck lounge and strode toward the helipad at the bow of the ship.

Ling Yang looked at Aunt Cai with a complex expression. Aunt Cai understood; she left the room and closed the door behind her, allowing Ling Yang to speak freely.

"Regarding the details of this series of art transactions and the ancient Chinese antiques used in the exchange, we will issue a detailed statement and announcement once all transactions are complete."

In the executive offices of several famous Las Vegas casinos and major betting companies, the same scene was playing out.

After a brief argument with Christine, Tony turned to Wang Kai and said he was going to confront Obadiah Stane. He was angry now and had stopped using his familiar nickname, "Obie," for Stane.

Feng Ji and An Yan’s journey continued, though it had to be cut short due to an unforeseen event.

"You already explained why you act like a goofball; now you can explain why you act so cold and aloof," Mo Xi rolled her eyes, feeling a desperate urge to bow down to Yin Ruojun’s impeccable memory.

"If he were truly that powerful, how could he have nearly perished under the Saint-Slaying Sword Array?" Donghuang Feiyu remarked.

"At a glance, I thought it was some black bear howling, but looking closer, it’s just a one-eyed dragon playing with electricity. My apologies for the mistake," Liu Ming retorted, refusing to be outdone.

Having fought until the retreat, they were still chasing the army of corpse liches; the sight filled them with a sense of dread.

The figure in the black mist sensed grave danger, yet could not move at all, suppressed entirely by the momentum of the Four Seasons, to the point where even the demonic energy surrounding its body was flickering out.

But just as Lisa was trembling with fear at the aura emanating from Hu Yue, Zang Yunwen suddenly spoke a single sentence, forcing Hu Yue to suppress his rage.

His beautiful armor was now stained a dark red, and his cloak was even more tattered than the Undead King’s mantle.

After finishing the wine, the Emperor and the Empress Dowager exchanged a smile. The family banquet was meant for the young ones, and it was time for them to take their leave.

The excruciating pain filled the Shu general with despair, but his sense of duty and loyalty to Rufins prevented him from being struck down by Planck in a single blow.

Unlike Rock Lee and Neji, however, Tenten’s movements appeared more relaxed and fluid, as if this training posed no great difficulty for her.

When the two girls saw the Sandy Earth Dragon’s head turn toward them, their hearts skipped a beat.

Sitting below were several young men who bore a resemblance to Feng Yuan—his three sons: Feng Haohai, Feng Haotao, and Feng Haoshan.

Yi Le was even more confused. If she was willing to let him touch her, she shouldn't be angry with him, but what was the meaning of this cold, indifferent attitude?

Ye Kong’s eyes brightened. As expected of gear from a special scenario, it was indeed of Bright Silver quality, not standard Silver.

Kirino pretended to be nonchalant as she tiptoed toward the door, thinking it might have fallen there or nearby. After wandering around outside the door, she walked back home in despair, looking like a defeated stray dog.

To die unexpectedly just as the war was about to begin was a devastating blow. No wonder Jun Fu’s composure was shattered; such a setback would drive anyone to the brink of rage.

The mere sight of it felt like a cause for immense joy, let alone anything else. The exquisite wine before them was a delightful surprise; he had never imagined he would get to taste such a joyous vintage.

"Hmph! To dare destroy my Golden Lion Seal, which I have cultivated for over a hundred years! If you weren't still of use to me, I would make you wish you were dead," the Third Elder said fiercely after finishing his incantation.

Yi Le looked at Kato Megumi with hesitation. He didn't know if she had orchestrated it or if her subordinates had acted on their own. At the same time, he felt his father had left out one detail yesterday: "The Kato family has ties to both the underworld and the establishment."

Su Jiu nodded slightly and followed the guard inside. The guard brought him to the entrance of a grand hall and said, "Master National Preceptor, please go in yourself. His Highness the Crown Prince is inside. I shall take my leave." With that, the guard retreated.

Aotian turned his head, refusing to watch the pathetic, foolish look on Green-White’s face. It was just climbing onto the master’s shoulder—what was there to enjoy about that? A true warrior never fears difficulty or danger.

After crossing the mountain, they saw a secluded valley. Once Zhang Dashan and Li Xuanyuan entered, they saw several wooden cabins and earthen houses. The green wooden cabins were built quite elegantly, while the earthen houses looked larger, likely constructed from mud bricks.

Li Chuan tilted his head back again to observe the stone statues. He looked at them one by one, occasionally feeling the illusion that they were watching him, too.

As Su Yue Li left the Qifeng Palace on her way to the kitchen, she thought to herself: inviting Hua Ying to the outskirts of the city might require a backup plan.

Fortunately, the people at the table were all broad-minded individuals; after a few sighs, they let it go.

Li Xuanyuan watched the bubbling soup, his gaze shifting to Zhang Dashan. Zhang Dashan knew Li Xuanyuan wasn't ready for such high temperatures, but only under the intense heat could the body be refined, allowing it to absorb the medicinal properties of the soup—a rare opportunity not to be missed.

If this were exposed, it wouldn't just be a matter of going to jail; his "tigress" at home would never let him off, and it would surely end in a complete disaster.

Just then, a series of coughs came from beside the clearing, and a figure crawled out of the dirt, holding a broom. His face was pitch black, his hair had turned into an afro, and smoke puffed from his nose and mouth with every breath.

A light screen appeared before Xu Feng, and a white, mechanical-style sphere, one zhang in diameter, materialized in front of him.

"Hi... good morning!" A gentle greeting left Xuan Junyao, who was dragging two fat men, stunned.

"Discrimination! Did you see that? This brat is looking down on an Immortal!" Unfortunately, no one paid him any heed.