Volume 1, Chapter 27: Who Doesn’t Have a Few Girlfriends?

So, when Sister Jing brought me back to the nightclub I had visited before, leading me into the noisy main hall to find Brother Long—who was sitting in a booth wearing sunglasses—I was still a bit bewildered.

Before we even entered, Sister Jing had told me that this Brother Long was the "head of security" for the nightclub. Yet, here he was, just hanging out with his crew in the booth instead of patrolling. He looked nothing like a security guard.

However, it was clear that Brother Long held Sister Jing in high regard. As we approached, he led his group in standing up and respectfully greeted her as "Big Sister." Sister Jing waved for them to sit back down and leaned in to whisper something in Brother Long’s ear...

Xu Feng and Zhang Zezong, seemingly sensing that Lu Can was in a foul mood, took the rosewood box containing the Tianhuang stone and hurried away.

Four large halls had been cleared out, each nearly a thousand square meters. That should be enough to house Zhao Tailai’s collection. But if I followed my original plan—to include all the replicas as well—I feared the space would not be sufficient.

"Um... is something missing?" I asked in a low voice, pointing at the empty safe.

Is domestic counterfeiting technology really this advanced now?! Lu Can held the octagonal vase, caught between laughter and tears.

"Alright, I’m going now, so you two might as well follow me inside." Given Dark Moon’s status as a princess, no matter how powerful the Prince was, he couldn't just leave a princess waiting outside his estate. If word of that got out, it would be impossible to explain.

I knew the Zombie Demon wouldn't die from just a few bolts of lightning, but what I wanted to understand was why it trusted me so much. I couldn’t wrap my head around it, and I felt the King of Xianyang had only told me half the story.

In truth, the mark on his face wasn’t a real scar; it was just a patch of skin that was much darker than the rest.

However, perhaps because Hua Yan had only glanced at Saint-Pus’s magic for a split second, Li Qiyi hadn’t seen where Hua Yan was looking and thus failed to notice the magic.

Jing Yingye’s body sagged, and she nearly collapsed, but Beichen and Jing Longchan caught her on either side.

Forget it, let fate decide. Whether or not we meet is a matter of destiny.

Ren Yingying also stopped in her tracks and stood before me. Her face remained deathly pale; she was so thin that her cheekbones protruded, her skin looked somewhat wrinkled, and her eye sockets were deeply sunken.

"It’s fine, don’t mind me." After Mo Yuyang’s subtle reminder, he realized he had been acting out of sorts, so he reined in his expression and returned to his usual stoic self.

Lan Hua asked Zhou Cang to lead Sima Yi away for a private chat. Inside a cave, Lan Hua met Sima Yi, who looked quite refined and was only a few years older than Zhuge Liang.

"But I clearly saw that the step under my feet was labeled the five-hundredth level. Don't believe me? Why don't you come down and check for yourself?" Lin Ling prompted, step by step.

Everyone watched Xiaoxiao, who seemed both confident and yet a bit clumsy. They wanted to help but feared disrupting her flow. In the quiet courtyard, only the *snip-snap* of bamboo shears could be heard, accompanied by the rustle of leaves and flowers. The sharp, fresh scent of plant sap mingled with the fragrance of blossoms, permeating the entire yard.

There was no sign left of the woman who had cried so bitterly the night before, trembling in fear at the sight of Mo Yuyang’s lupine transformation.

Though he possessed a formidable physique, his strength in human form paled in comparison to those freaks from Zetark. Thus, facing Roden’s slash, he could only rely on his rugged constitution to take the hit head-on.

Inside the room and outside, the two were extremes, two different worlds—one exceptionally bright, the other dark and gloomy.

He did this not only because Qin Tian felt a deep connection to the Spirit Bird and couldn't bear to let others touch it, but also because he sensed a sudden, tearing pull on his already fragile soul.

She closed her eyes and pondered for a while, eventually praying to the Buddha for her grandfather’s health and a swift recovery.

Since the quest is called [Assassinate Dar'Khan], it must be the highest-level mission in Deatholme.

Everyone else thought she was incredibly resilient, but only Xun Muyang knew that she was actually exhausted.

Gao Se sneered at the voice, knowing it belonged to Shigaraki Tomura’s teacher, the true mastermind behind the League of Villains, and All Might’s greatest enemy.

Li Qing collected the loot happily, his eyes beginning to gleam as he looked at the remaining Druids of the Fang.

The corpse of the Bear Druid on the ground suddenly twitched. A horn-race NPC lifted his head, looking around with a bewildered expression as he scanned Li Qing and the others.

"Alright, the show is over. Stop standing around, everyone have a seat," Gu Yi'er began to beckon them.

It was as if there were a bomb next to them, ready to detonate at any moment, yet they had no idea where it was hidden. How could she not be agonizingly anxious?

"How are we supposed to find it? I’m at my wit's end, and you think you have a solution?" Gu Yi'er rolled her eyes at him.

The King of Black Dragons swatted away a dark flying beast that blocked his path and tore another to pieces with his bare hands. He rushed toward the Dragon Soul, an obsessive smile plastered on his hideous face.

At the next morning's court session, even senior officials like General Wu, who had insisted on punishing Yuan Pei, no longer spoke with their usual harsh anger. Those who had previously defended Yuan Pei felt even more strongly that his merits outweighed his faults, arguing that he should be rewarded rather than punished.

Xu Manman was completely speechless, sighing up at the sky in defeat. She had no choice but to wait with her, only to be stubbornly persuaded by Luo Qi to leave.

Chu Yunyang wouldn't have called him for no reason; something important must have happened.

"Wait, I’m going too." Ye Ying walked out, supported by Mu Jiu'er. She was draped in a cloak, and her face still looked quite pale.

Nanyuan City was a strategic fortress of the Nanling Kingdom. Once this city was breached, a direct strike at the imperial capital would no longer be impossible.

From the Wang brothers to the Sihai Gang, Du Zhenjun, Tan Lin, and later the Hongxing Brotherhood, Li Youqian had faced death time and again. Yet, he had escaped disaster every time, surviving and becoming even stronger and living better than before.

The battle of the Huashan Sect continued. Most of the Huashan disciples had already been wiped out by the Ghost King Sect and the Tianchan Gate. Only a few remained, putting up a desperate resistance, but their destruction was only a matter of time.

"It all started when Youqian began growing green, organic vegetables. At that time..." Since it had only been two months, Lin Mu'ran still remembered the events vividly. She hit the key points, concisely summarizing the major events related to Li Youqian during that period.