Volume One, Chapter 58: The so-called strengths you pride yourself on mean absolutely nothing to me!

Manager Huang shook his head and replied, “Young Master Yang, he isn’t a member of our restaurant, but this private suite is a long-term exclusive room customized by Starlight Group!”
Beside him, Ah Lian immediately grew smug. “That’s just perfect. My Yaoyao has just signed a contract with Starlight Group. Isn’t it reasonable for us to have this private suite now?”
To their surprise, Manager Huang still shook his head.
“I’m sorry, this suite is reserved for Starlight Group’s senior executives.”
“Miss, you’ve only just signed the contract, so I’m afraid you don’t meet the requirements yet.”
“Please don’t put me in a difficult position. Since you’re all colleagues at Starlight Group, perhaps you can discuss it among yourselves?” Manager Huang explained hurriedly.
“Fine, then…”
What could Lord Ziwei Star do? He regretted getting involved; if only he had known, he wouldn’t have meddled in this mess. Now, not only had the matter failed to resolve, but the Emperor Houtu was probably thoroughly offended.
Watching Ye Huilan’s hesitant expression, Zhou Xing understood what she meant. She was worried about him suffering an accident that would leave the Zhou family without an heir, or that Tang Xue couldn’t keep waiting for him indefinitely.
Ziwei Star Lord was always amiable and rarely involved himself in the squabbles between the gods. He seldom used his authority, let alone fight with another deity possessing imperial power and fortune.
After hanging up, Zhao Feiyan went to the window, drew open the curtains, and opened the window to take in the view.
“Wu Heng is the scientific research mothership we’ll be taking for this interstellar voyage.” Zhou Xing gestured, and the holographic screen projected the image of Wu Heng.
For Guan Ming, hardware was difficult to keep confidential, but software programs were not so hard to protect.
“That ship self-destructed. It had a special self-destruct device. When we captured it, we had just breached its internal intelligence system and obtained its data from the outer universe when the self-destruct was triggered.” General Ke’er looked nervously at Zhou Yu as he answered.
“Enough. Are you going to do it or not? Where does all this chatter come from?” Feng Yue was truly too lazy for his nonsense; he wondered where this meddlesome evil god had appeared from.

If he truly had to face a protagonist so upright, selfless, and devoted to others, Feng Yue might not be able to bring himself to strike.
His words landed like a heavy hammer, shocking everyone. Their eyes widened in disbelief.
The young men of Osmanthus Village, seeing the team return, felt differently than before; most weren’t surprised, instead their blood boiled with excitement.
“The reason is simple: humanity has been abandoned!” The High Priest’s face fell into melancholy, sighing deeply.
Similarly, Ghost Face and Ghost Blade exchanged a subtle glance. King Wu had come originally with intentions to recruit, but now left empty-handed, a clear loss.
“Achoo!” Chen Zhifan sneezed on the plane. “Damn, who’s cursing me?” He thought someone was secretly cursing him, not realizing someone was thinking about his future abilities.
Yet Orochimaru was always unpredictable—who knew if this was just a passing whim?
Tang Xiaoxiao said, “Before I die, I must memorize your face well, so it’ll be easier to find you in the next life.” Ye Suiyun’s throat choked with emotion, tears streaming down his face, unable to smile any longer.
“How could it be!” Ed exclaimed in disbelief, retreating more than ten steps before barely steadying himself. At this moment, his legs trembled, muscles and bones ached, especially the arm that had clashed with Ye Fan—it felt numb and sent waves of pain.
Sometimes, a simple sentence can make a low-tier martial artist suddenly realize the truth, follow the path, and immediately advance.
Years ago, the old Taoist suppressed the ten-thousand-year zombie king to help the Huaxia tribe preserve their fire. But the members of the corpse faction never gave up hope of making a comeback. They racked their brains to break the zombie king’s seal, likely still trying to fulfill their ancient purpose.
The young man, seeing his words ignored, spurred his horse forward, a silver spear in hand, charging like thunder.
Li Song and the others approached the red embroidered ball, gazing at the now-stilled red thread. “You both have done your best, what guilt is there?”
At the shore, the simple dock had already been built, making Robin even more satisfied as he disembarked.
In this world, aside from a few mighty saints, most cultivators were placed under restriction. No matter how they trained, they could only accumulate tens of thousands of years of power. Queen Mother of the West was undoubtedly the greatest below the saints, and now had amassed barely more than a single era’s worth of power.
The Jade Emperor and Queen Mother were blocked by Li Song at the doors of the Lingxiao Hall, their dignity lost. These days, the looks from the celestial officials toward them seemed to have changed.

Even though Robin accepted the idea of frequent bathing, he remained skeptical that bathing could invite disease, as the belief had been passed down for years and was hard to change quickly.
“Lord of the Nether Sect, not only does he not trouble them, he dares to bully my disciple.” Primordial Lord of Heaven was always fiercely protective; at this moment, murderous intent flickered. If not for many concerns, he would have descended to the mortal world to kill the Lord of the Nether Sect.
Harmony is important, but life must go on. Old Bai had made up his mind to keep writing, wherever the path led, perhaps he wouldn’t drop it after all.
Ascending to the moon, his palm released endless five-element thunder-fire. The fire grew stronger between the moon and Earth, and when it burned upon Earth, the whole world was engulfed, and the apocalypse finally arrived.
Shang Shui was overjoyed and received it without hesitation. Yi entered the tent at this time, saying that Wei’s army was about to depart and asking what Xi Sa planned to do.
Priests of the Temple of Light held high status; if an ordinary knight spoke such words, the priest could accuse him of blasphemy, and even have Jose the Saint or the Holy Knights arrest him.
“Tomorrow, let’s visit my mother’s grave, and the day after, we’ll leave for home, alright?” Gu Wangchuan sought Ying Lan’s opinion.
He requested to spar with Qin Mo, relying on the specialized Blue Steel Shadow leg technique, as sharp as a hunting heavy blade, easily able to cut through a boulder.
Zhang Xiaoyu’s shoulders trembled slightly. Wu Kai walked aside, took a bank card from his pocket, and tossed it to Zhang Xiaoyu.
Prince Kong Ling learned she had left the Ethereal Valley, and it was because she knew Crown Prince Kong Qing had met with disaster. How could he leave Tianyu City with peace of mind?
Watching the man’s tall, upright figure, Su Lili couldn’t help sticking out her tongue. It’s just a meal—why act like she owed him millions?
The masked man didn’t bother with banter. “I’ll take this flower back to my tribe. Let the tribal physicians see if they can make an antidote.” He put away the withered corpse-poison flower that Mu Ran brought out, though logically, it should have been the one Yue Shu produced.