Chapter 55: Meeting the Client

(1/3)

After arriving at the company, Zheng Qian asked Deng Yuqing to wait downstairs for a while, then took Deng Shuxin and headed toward the Human Resources Department.

An assistant vice president accompanied them, and everything proceeded swiftly—within two or three minutes, it was settled. After moving the items downstairs, Deng Yuqing gave her a ride away.

Zheng Qian had been in the office for less than half an hour when Xia Xixi knocked and entered.

“What’s the matter?”

“President Zheng, I think we need to have a talk.”

Zheng Qian raised his gaze.

A colorless, transparent crystal-like circular portal appeared, standing in the center of a round pit.

During this exercise, he knew nothing; what could he possibly observe?

His speed was not lacking, and he was not far from Ye Xiaofeng. If Ye Xiaofeng truly went to rescue someone, just a brief delay of a few seconds would mean he could no longer escape his grasp.

This was the truth. Not to mention the gods, at this moment there were as many as six emperors in the entire Xuanyuan world.

Even if the zombies lacked any intelligence and wandered aimlessly, after so many days, surely some would have wandered over by now?

“According to your calculation, there’s only one and a half left. I can grit my teeth and produce one, but the remaining half is impossible to obtain,” Ju Mie said through clenched teeth.

A blood-red halo of light circled each vengeful spirit’s form—this was the Path of the vengeful spirits, the only path: the Great Way of Blood.

“This lifetime, the number of people, demons, and monsters I have killed is countless. If you judge good and evil solely by the act of killing, then I am undoubtedly a villain,” the Dragon King snorted.

However, through occasional messages from Han Zhen, Zhang Haotian learned of the events unfolding on the prehistoric continent. He now urgently sought to strengthen himself to reach the Sage rank.

Moreover, the buzzing sound was peculiar; Jiang Hai felt as if he had heard it somewhere before—was it a metallic sound from a sealed space? Or merely indistinct murmuring?

Meng Wuhen looked the most battered, his right arm wrapped in bandages, his face bruised and discolored. During a fierce battle involving the Meng family, he had not escaped unscathed and was injured.

If Lord Yue truly intended to take concubines, even if she blocked these three now, what about the future? He would never be an ordinary man. How much could she restrain him?

(2/3)

He still retained some compassion; after all, he was not a demon but a proud member of the divine race.

The medical officer immediately understood her intention and followed Cang Jiuyue and Bai Hua to a secluded spot beyond a mountain hollow.

Lord Yue’s face was solemn and somewhat stern, while King Li wore a gentle, refined smile. The two stood opposite each other—one as cold as a frozen sea and snowy plains, the other like the warm sunshine—forming a stark contrast.

Hua Xi folded away her cloak and stepped outside. Having not left the house for several days, she looked up at the sky over the demon realm. It remained overcast, though a faint ray of sunlight seeped through.

The courier hesitated to speak but was glared at by Qin Feng, prompting him to hurriedly turn and run toward the main forces.

“Chen Ying!” Yu Feifei was the first to rush forward, bending down and slipping into the car, naturally taking the front passenger seat beside Chen Ying.

Meng Qi carried the child to the changing room. Perhaps because it was the deputy general manager’s first day, everyone had already gone out to form a welcoming line.

Though Huoyun Long was the senior elder of the Divine Sword Sect, his strength was lower than Tian Fang, the second-ranked senior elder of the Xuantian Sword Sect, who held a legendary five and a half level power. Huoyun Long was only at the legendary five-level.

Jing Tong was so furious she nearly vomited blood. She had to constantly remind herself internally that this was the man she chose, in order to suppress the urge to beat him up.

If there was only one path, Zhao Yan might consider forcing a way through with minimal losses.

The Crown Princess Zhao not only had influence within the military camp but could also lie boldly with eyes wide open.

“I’ll come after I finish eating,” Chi Weiran said. Since Lu Qingshan said so, she had nothing to worry about.

“How could that be? Am I the type to post everything on Weibo?” Su Mu smiled and pinched her soft cheek.

The Ministry of Works had already received orders and begun selecting personnel to head to various provinces to build schools.

Su Mu let the hot water from the shower cascade over her body, but her mind was already set on revenge.

“This result took Yun Ling a long time to investigate; it couldn’t be baseless,” Su Mu said with a mischievous gleam in her deep black eyes.

Under Jiang Shiyun’s imposing aura, the young man shrank his neck, too timid to speak.

Chong Ai squatted, staring at the flowerpot. The soil deep in the Yellow Springs was black. The red spider lilies she had planted had yet to bloom.

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Shen Yuanxi glanced at the few beads of sweat on Dongfang Jun’s forehead and smiled inwardly, thinking: The obstacle has been removed; now it’s your turn, junior brother.

Inside the tower, various demon beasts were shackled with iron chains, each with different forms. There were also some human cultivators, their minds lost, imprisoned there. The source of resentment and malice all stemmed from this place.

Even the once arrogant and domineering Qian Qing’er now looked pale. As a member of the Qian family and the second prince’s legitimate consort, she had witnessed many grand scenes and had never feared even the emperor himself.

“Very well, well said. From now on, Eternal Hell must strive to be the world’s best! Being the best in Shenzhou is not enough! Let’s all shout together to contribute!” Mo Liu said with a smile.

Mo Liu opened the car door and stepped out, looking at the fanatic faces of these ‘noble’ aristocrats with some bewilderment. It was just a private race—what was the big deal?

High above, the traces of the Underworld Ghost Emperor and the Nine-Destruction Ghost King had vanished. Only a black-and-white interwoven light mass, like a cocoon, floated mysteriously in the sky.

Yuan Jing’er said no more and passed the incantations and techniques for refining the Sun and Moon Furnace to Shi Qingsong. Shi Qingsong took note of everything, mentally rehearsing and confirming the methods were precise.

In this world, if a conceived thing did not conform to the principles of numerology and the Dao, it could not exist or be manifested.

This barrier, though not yet obvious, seemed to add an invisible shackle between him and the Star River Diagram, as formidable as the Heavenly Dao’s shield, giving rise to a deep sense of absurdity he could not dispel.

After a full day of charging, the Qing army left behind over a thousand corpses. They could not break through and had no choice but to retreat.

Suddenly she lunged forward, intending to strike Gong Huanyu, but unexpectedly, Gong Huanyu slapped her mercilessly, sending her flying.

Sitting in the car, Li Yuyan, exhausted and emotionally overwhelmed, fell asleep without realizing it.

Yue Jiming helped Qi Tang back to sit on the bed. Nearby, a middle-aged couple also sat on their own bed, occasionally exchanging glances.

After a brief explanation of the situation and lunch, Yue Jiming and the old commander took their leave to return to their troops.

The allied forces of the Sa and Chang finally broke through the barrier of shells and bullets and engaged the Shogunate’s new army in direct confrontation. Thus, a melee battle commenced, during which the Shogunate’s new army and the marine corps clearly revealed their superiority.