Chapter 30: It was only thanks to Mr. Lu that I had the pleasure of meeting Miss Gu.

When Gu Yao arrived at the Anyuan Building, it was already ten past six. She called Qian Mu, and as soon as the call connected, she heard his frantic voice on the other end: "Sister Yao, are you here? Wait for me, wait for me, I’ll be down in ten minutes!" Hearing his anxious tone, Gu Yao was momentarily stunned, then couldn't help but laugh. "Tell me your floor number, and I'll bring it up to you." Qian Mu was taken aback, then realized...

"Oh? Tell me, what is this about?" the garrison commander wondered. What could Ye Qing'er possibly need to inquire about from the government? Pei Junyi, however, frowned slightly and looked up at Pei Junmo, about to speak, but Lu Shutong beat him to it. Ye Qing'er was speechless, her hand clenching the handkerchief tightly. She wore a fake smile; although she knew what kind of person he was, Shen Sheng’s annoying, jokey demeanor still made her want to give him a good thrashing.

The dog boy nodded eagerly upon hearing this, telling Ye Qing'er about all the clothing shops open in town—which one was the most affordable, which one had the best materials—he left nothing out.

"Forget it, don't bother with them. I'm not even sure if there are zombies left; they might have already left this building." He looked at it repeatedly, but other than the glaring nickname above its head, he didn't see anything unusual about this golden chicken. The scent of rotting seafood mixed with the stench of corpses and microbial fermentation assaulted Chen Mu’s hyper-sensitive senses.

The Mo Qing he had seen was either bewitching and graceful, cold and indifferent, or youthful and vibrant—he had never seen her dressed so formally, radiating an intellectual beauty. This statement left everyone speechless, looking up at the sky; it meant that no matter how they behaved, it would be recorded and made public. She instantly understood that sentiment; such a corrupt official who brought disaster to the land deserved to be destroyed by all, and everyone hated him to the bone.

"I do recognize some of the symbols, but I need more time for the specific meaning!" Zhou Hao could only speak the truth. Now was not the time to flip the table; besides, he had only glanced at it roughly and hadn't yet grasped the full meaning.

Gu Feiyang was terrified and spoke repeatedly. As things stood, he had no strength to resist Li Changkong and could only beg for mercy. To save his life, he was willing to abandon everything else. At this moment, a bold guess formed in Lin Wan’er’s mind: could it be… that there was some unspeakable secret about Zhang Yang?

Li Baili pondered, his eyes suddenly lighting up as if he had figured something out. "Stay calm, everyone!" he said indifferently. The boys roared frantically, no longer taking the beating passively, and instead began fighting back against the thugs.

"Hahaha!" Watching Ning Yi’s miserable state, Qin Yunhai laughed triumphantly, venting the endless malice in his heart. At this moment, in Falling City, countless powerhouses’ eyes lit up simultaneously, revealing expressions of hope.

"Your Qin family has money? Can you compare to my wealth?" Zhang Yang seemed to have heard something incredibly funny. Just then, another Tribulation-stage martial artist arrived silently before Zhang Zhuoyue, glanced at the one who had previously offered to take Zhang Zhuoyue as an apprentice, and let out a cold snort.

Everyone remained where they were, lost in thought; perhaps too much had happened today. As for the Blood Core Wind Wing Fruit that Yi Hanya had consumed, it was, like those taken by Xue Lingshuang, Xue Lingyue, Xue Lingying, and Li Yun’er, gifted by Su Wang over two hundred years ago.

Immediately, the Emperor-grade celestial treasure, the Golden Soul Battle Blade, shattered, and a terrifying storm of immortal energy blasted outward in all directions. Everyone looked down to see that the previously gleaming dagger had been bent and was now lying on the ground.

After about half an incense stick of time, a charred, pitch-black "fish" was brought to the table. After Su Wang agreed to help that night, a delighted Mei Zhu, while ordering the search for the traitor on the island, also commanded the immediate lockdown of Xuanmei Island. No sea demon, not even the Xuanmei demons, were allowed to leave the island, and the specific reason was known only to Mei Zhu, Su Wang, and their inner circle.

Nearby, amidst the faint green light and the three items, there was a ring made of an unknown material. A sliver of pale green light tried to hold onto the ring, but it continued to sink slowly. A moment later, as if with extreme reluctance but no other choice, it broke free from the green light and sank into the depths of the sea.

Gu Feng spoke lightly, then cast his gaze upon the iceberg, his soul power spreading out directly. Xingye Bing set down the pot-bellied emperor and snapped his fingers; the ice melted, and those who had been frozen came back to life.

Although Zhao Qing’s primary general was now Huang Zhong, when it came to the ability to lead troops, Huang Zhong could not compare to Yu Jin. Therefore, the command of Zhao Qing’s army remained with Yu Jin. The first ancestor had clearly said the trial would last a year; how was it that when he arrived, there was less than three months left?

He didn't even look down on Heaven-defying stage powerhouses, let alone anyone else. The Ren Changsheng before him only had the cultivation of the God Lord realm—how could he have done this?

"Is that for real? Is your math any good? Finishing second-to-last is still winning, I suppose—winning against the last place," I said, looking at them suspiciously.

"Where are you running!" Hearing a sharp shout, Yan Qiwu leaped into the air, swung his leg, and struck toward Feng Chuan with a whistling sound.

Ren Changsheng walked on, with Qingqiu and Yuan following. Ren Changsheng didn't know how much time had passed; he only knew that the power of the controller in his own body was growing weak. If they continued like this, all three would be assimilated.

In just over a month, Chen Heng could be said to have experienced far too much. If one were to talk about growth, he had certainly grown. Ling'er and Feng Ya sat down on either side, while only Wuji went over to chat with the Ma family’s son. Ma Fusheng, however, didn't seem interested; he answered only when asked, lacking any enthusiasm.

The waiter brought the ingredients, placing them in Room I in an orderly fashion, and set down the plates with trained precision. When it was Su Fan’s turn, he was a bit nervous, but fortunately, every dish was numbered, so it didn't require much skill.

"Forget it, I have some things to do, let's not talk anymore." Yang Shanshan hung up the phone, not very happy. She was muttering to herself, "Hmph, he thinks my name is tacky. Feng Chuan would never be like that."

"Grape wine in a luminous cup, wanting to be with a beauty on horseback," I said, walking over to sit beside Song Xinyi. Song Xinyi lazily remarked that my made-up rhyme was actually quite catchy, then leaned over to pour me a glass of red wine. I picked up the glass, took a sip, and reached out to wander over her body.

Exhaling, he decided not to argue with the system. He still had some questions, but he would wait until he chose to enter the next world; it had nothing to do with the present.