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Before the echo of his voice had even faded, another eight cannon shots rang out. Massive red characters reading "May your fortune be as vast as the Eastern Sea, and your longevity as high as the Southern Mountain" bloomed across the night sky, illuminating almost half the heavens.

That being said, You Jingyan knew the very first time he laid eyes on You Jingyan that choosing Di Qing had been the right decision all along.

If you, my young master, are fortunate enough to lay eyes upon this letter and happen to hold affection for me, then I beg of you to come and see me.

The four-eyed entity grinned hideously, its body suddenly erupting with a series of loud, cracking pops. As the air within the gloomy valley shuddered violently, a strange and grotesque distortion rippled across the back of its neck, giving birth to an entirely new set of facial features.

Yet, after the wave of grief passed, a blaze of intense fury ignited within the black dragon's eyes. It was determined to find out who dared to provoke the great dragon race. Although it didn't really care about these mongrel dragons—after all, with a brood of nearly a hundred, its breeding capacity was nothing to scoff at, meaning it could replace them as easily as it pleased—it was still infuriating.

However, it was severely damaged, presumably a consequence of the massive explosion at the Sea Dragon King's City.

Everyone held their breath. Over the past month, they had learned the true meaning of the phrase "military orders are like mountains," and thus feared missing a single word that might lead to a catastrophic mistake.

In fact, during the sect entrance selection, the various protectors were permitted to choose disciples of their own fancy, though naturally only after the sect leader and elders had made their selections. Zhang Yuanhao had taken in three disciples back and forth, but tragically lost one of them half a month ago.

A pungent scent laced with a trace of sweetness drifted through the air—one that anyone familiar with it would instantly recognize as the smell of human blood.

"It is nothing more than wealth, glory, and the lives of Yuan Shao's three sons," Han Wei said softly, gently stroking Liu You'er's long hair.

Mindful of his pride, she had shouldered all the pressure entirely by herself, and how could he truly pretend to be oblivious to that?

With eight mentor-level powerhouses leading thirty-five elite disciples, under the deterrence of such a formidable lineup, who on earth would be reckless enough to come and cause trouble?

The force of the blow seemed light, but because the surroundings were so utterly still, the crisp sound made Xiao Jiu start involuntarily.

Just then, Tayu cast a mischievous grin at Xingyu, who was struggling awkwardly to mask his intense embarrassment.

Xingyu remained silent, keeping his head lowered as he listened to Tayu’s stern reprimand, his bangs completely shadowing his expression.

"When did this guy pop out? What does he even want by snatching my card?" Tayu looked into the eyes of Shijin, who was standing atop the vehicle roof. From her perspective, she was merely confirming something, and a single glance was all it took.

A few moments later, the man in black tucked the bamboo tube back into his robes, leaned against the hole in the window, and closely observed every single move Chen Qing made.

Before Xu Rui could fly into a rage, Song Ci had already linked arms with Chu Mozhan and left the kitchen with a bright, happy smile.

For over twenty years, she had guarded the distant frontiers while her primary husband and children remained in the imperial capital. She had never laid eyes on them even once.

Chu Moxuan’s hand snapped into a tight fist with a whoosh. Yet, keeping a smile plastered across his face, he turned his head toward Chu Hengyu.

The most innocent voice of a child echoed beside her ear, and Yu Qingqing could hold back no longer, pulling Ye Haiyin into a tight embrace as she sobbed.

In high spirits, Qiao Xianxin went out of his way to please others, rolling up his sleeves, donning gloves, and beginning to shell shrimp. He gave the first to his mother, the second to his wife, and the third to his cousin, entirely forgetting to eat himself as he bustled around serving everyone in turn.

After recounting the entire sequence of events, Sanfengzi said in a plaintive tone, "It's all your fault for making me look like a mess." He even symbolically smoothed down his wildly tangled hair and wiped his face with his sleeve.

Seeing this, Ye Xiangchen couldn't help but sigh inwardly. This Ye Xianggu possessed terrifyingly formidable cultivation, having already reached the sixth stage of the Dragon-Leaping Realm, and what was even more astonishing was that he was only twenty-four years old.

Those capable of entering the Spirit Martial Academy either came from exceptionally prominent backgrounds or possessed extraordinary natural talent; true destitution was rare indeed. It was precisely because of this that everyone focused their full energy on cultivation rather than engaging in superficial comparisons.

The illumination came from palace lanterns mounted on the walls on either side, casting a bright glow across the entire chamber. Gazing up at the mottled and even peeling ceiling, he wondered absentmindedly how magnificent it must have looked in its prime. However, he cared little for that; his primary concern at the moment was why on earth he was here.

Mother Chen hurriedly collected it, scurried over to escort her out of the courtyard, and upon returning, found that Su Jie and Lady Tao had already parted ways.

"It doesn't matter whether you know each other or not. Just do as I say," Xiao'er said indifferently.

Su Jinghui was equally astonished. She had only mentioned it in passing, yet Xuan Yuanche had actually managed to succeed on his very first attempt at brewing it himself?

In an instant, a blazing red carpet of fire blanketed a radius of dozens of meters around me, keeping the underworld soldiers entirely at bay and neutralizing any threat they posed.

If the Third Master ever found out that Shen Lang had simply come over to borrow a charger and she had actually demanded a deposit from him, he would have skinned her alive.

The noise on his end vanished instantly. Either he had stepped out of the private room, or he had ordered everyone and the music to shut down. Given his status, living a life of nightly revelry was completely normal; whenever he felt like playing, there were always people eager to host him every single night.

"Call for reinforcements!" the Emperor of Yuhua declared, a blue stone suddenly materializing in his hand before he clenched his fist fiercely, shattering the stone to pieces.

Under the cover of night, the moon hung bright among the stars. In the distance, a chain of torches flickered, a vast expanse of murky water reflecting specks of white light, while the drifting dark shadows were mostly tangled weeds and broken branches.

Perhaps her dopamine levels were exceptionally low, for throughout all these years, she had truly never experienced the sensation of falling in love.

After walking a considerable distance, Lu Yuan glanced back once more. Seeing no one following them, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Don't even think about it. Who doesn't have piles of dried sweet potatoes at home? It would be a miracle if anyone could actually sell them," Zhou Shuilian hurriedly cautioned.

How on earth did Xia Yan find out that she had been beaten by her mother-in-law? She had never told a single outsider about the matter.

Yet near the entrance, two men were acting suspiciously, occasionally squatting down to smoke while constantly staring at the dormitory doorway.

As for the twenty-fifth person, that was Fang Chengyun. Although the Fang family was not among the eight top-tier powers, Fang Chengyun possessed more than enough strength to stand shoulder to shoulder with the other twenty-four.

He knew he had been outmaneuvered by Ye Bai. While Ye Bai’s actions superficially looked like a reward, he had publicly announced that Fang Chengyun had become an inner-force martial artist thanks to him, while also presenting him with three portions of Qi-Gathering Powder.

Luo Yan almost vomited blood. This fox-like man was truly formidable, breaching his tightly guarded defenses in a single move, leaving him destined to lose no matter which path he chose next.

Many people only then reacted to what the instructor had just said. If they failed to take first place, they had to buy milk tea for everyone? Something didn't seem quite right. Several soldiers exchanged subtle sideways glances, their expressions speaking volumes about doing milk tea duty during extended formation drills. "Dead last in squad one," Chen Xiao muttered under his breath.