Volume 1, Chapter 29: Mocking Whom? She Is Serious About Humiliating Her

"Sure, two hundred each. Type '1' to support my side hustle." Su Nianxi never allowed herself to be led into a trap; she had no intention of involving herself in the petty wars of men.

Yet, they were mere acquaintances here, let alone soulmates; their lifestyles and habits were as diametrically opposed as the North and South Poles. Every time this young talent, with his sword-like brows and piercing eyes, looked at her, he seemed filled with a restless, revolutionary fervor, as if he were itching to overturn the very order of the world.

After washing her hands, cleansing her face, and changing into comfortable loungewear, she reclined gracefully on the chaise longue, her mind still preoccupied with how to settle these people.

The previous transaction had concluded, and He Chenyi, still refusing to wake, was jolted back to reality by a sharp, sobering blow from Lin Lanzhi.

Taffilo Nock, heartbroken over the collapse of the Labe Building, bristled instantly like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

His aura was chaotic; he had clearly caught wind of a disciple's message from some distant peak and had rushed back without a second thought.

Though in such a somber state, receiving a wedding invitation was hardly enough to lift one's spirits, Cai Haohao still sincerely wished that Tang Youran had found a beautiful place to call her own.

If this were reality, a single strike from that chainsaw would have been enough to sever a human body in two.

Joke sneered, his finger joints popping as he clenched his fist. Gong Ji was clearly the weakest of them all; he had no idea where the man found such misplaced confidence.

A chaotic burst of music—like a frenzied, uninvited guest—seized control of the world, its drumbeats growing deafeningly loud.

Upon hearing this, a flash of cold severity crossed Prince Xiao's eyes. He drained his plum blossom wine in one gulp and set the cup down on the table with a sharp, resonant clack.

The ghost mist behind them surged forward; as soon as it enveloped them, they let out shrill screams and were reduced to bare bones.

Across from them, the Blood Sky Dome let out another hysterical shriek. As his hands shifted through a series of seals, the ten-thousand-foot sea of blood behind him churned violently, and a massive seal began to emerge from the depths.

On the street, the onlookers gazing up at the battle were unaware of the truth. Seeing Ye Liushang merely directing the descendants of the Ma family to challenge the terrifying vengeful spirit while he remained a "bystander," they were filled with lingering apprehension.

Tushan did not speak, and naturally, Yi Han did not ask. Even Fu Yi did not know why they were heading to Penglai Island; his thoughts seemed to mirror Yi Han's—perhaps a great battle awaited them there.

At this thought, Leng Yanran's pretty face flushed, and she bit her soft lip. Smoothing her skirt, she walked slowly toward the large bed, her heart in turmoil, before kneeling on one knee to help Ma Dong remove his shoes.

She pulled the courtyard gate shut behind her and stepped out cautiously. The path was silent, save for the low hum of insects.

Yan Rufei thought she had misheard, but looking at Ye Liushang, it was clear he was not joking.

However, the moment Chu Yi entered, his gaze was involuntarily locked onto the massive purple orb of light.

It was a sigh from the Grandmaster of Taixuan, yet beneath the sigh lay an irrepressible joy.

The funds in the militia's accounts were separate from the merchant guild's. They still held twenty-five thousand strings of cash and five hundred thousand catties of grain—a significant amount, certainly—but with fixed monthly expenses exceeding three thousand strings, the real problem was that the merchant guild no longer had funds to allocate to the militia.

His mind began to blur. Before losing consciousness, countless regrets and flashes of frustration—lessons learned too late, thoughts of how he could have killed Zhuang Rou with a more perfect plan—flashed through his mind until he finally slipped into total darkness.