Chapter 23: Steward Lin Knows His Place, The Old Matriarch’s Deep Affection for Her Servants

"I never imagined this was the real Chen Mo. It’s truly disgusting. The version of me that once loved you, the one who followed you like a fool—it’s absolutely laughable!" Wu Yutong shot Chen Mo a look of disdain, filled with such intense revulsion that she turned away, physically recoiling from his side in disgust.

The evil beast had no strength left to dodge and took the blow head-on. It let out a pained roar, its eyes rolling back as if it were on the verge of death.

However, to leave without fighting felt far too shameful, and if the demon were allowed to continue evolving, the situation would become dire.

The two young white-collar workers exchanged glances. After a few seconds of silence, they nodded in agreement and headed out.

Wei Yan, who wasn't normally squeamish about blood, felt a wave of dizziness wash over him upon seeing just how much he had lost.

Wang Xiaoyu’s family was overjoyed, but sitting silently at the table, "Second Fool," now aged beyond recognition, stared at the clay pot—at the "Buddha Jumps Over the Wall" that had long since faded from his memory. His heart surged, and his clouded eyes filled with ripples of nostalgia and melancholy.

I had forgotten the concept of time, closing my eyes to listen to my favorite melodies swirling in my ears, only to realize the sky outside the window had begun to darken.

A towering man in a black T-shirt and slippers was particularly eye-catching. Right in front of a squad of Imperial Guards, he kept referring to himself as "We," deeply irritating the soldiers.

When Lin Yue’s parents returned from work that evening, they were just as warm toward me as they were toward Lin Yue.

The sound was clear and bright, like the chirp of a bird, and it felt strangely intimate—as if it were calling to him, or perhaps conveying some hidden message.

In the end, Yi Yang realized that while this young master of the Mo family had a bad temper, he was actually quite easy to get along with and wouldn't vent his anger on outsiders.

Terrifying power swept through the area, sending dozens of guards flying. His current strength was nearing level 99. Several shadowy figures emerged from the darkness, precisely assassinating the guards who had fallen to the ground in betrayal.

At Xibao Mountain Cemetery, Su Er finally pulled the trigger, but there was only a metallic click; no bullet was fired.

Li Hao shook hands cordially with the two senior executives before being led by Vice President Shi Yingcai into the company for a tour.

Just then, a sharp sting pierced his heart—the very spot where the fragment of the Phoenix Source Soul resided.

***

However, just as Li Hao was thinking this, a stream of login notifications starting with the title "Holy Emperor" suddenly flooded the live stream.

The conflict between the three ceased, and they used binoculars and high-magnification scopes to bring the distant battlefield into view.

Di Yu knew that the birdcall he had just heard definitely didn't come from him; it was the voice of another entity.

I absolutely could not give him the chance to hang the biker from the rafters; if it ever came to that, it would truly be the end.

Moreover, Fu Fanchen had forced him into a desperate situation before the "Gentleman Breaks the Array." If the formation didn't break, death was the only outcome.

When Su Yao mentioned the word "apology," the Husky thought he must have misheard, perhaps because he hadn't groomed the fur inside his ears for too long.

The Ancestor of the Nine Palaces didn't find this strange. To be honest, he still hadn't managed to figure out Mo Donggui’s true identity.

As the saying goes: don't fear low income, fear living off your savings. Only by having both income and expenditure, like flowing water, can one find a way to survive; even a slow trickle is better than depleting one's resources entirely.

Yet Arias remained almost unscathed, looking only slightly disheveled from the dust stirred up by the explosion.

As a fox who was deathly afraid of pain, if not for the mission, Su Yao would have likely sacrificed Gu Cheng-hong to the heavens long ago.

Third, the fees. Certifying as an amateur trainer only requires a basic processing fee, though various other costs will be incurred during future grade examinations.

Because there was still some time, Xia Ruo circled Ghost Kiln Mountain. The entire area was densely packed with terracotta figures similar to those of the Terracotta Army, though these were all shattered and lifeless, as if they had been through a great battle.

Just as Xiao Zifeng had expected, only a small number of people in the square would successfully join, and the three of them had no intention of participating.

"Since there are no issues, let's set off at 360," Red Eye said after double-checking her pack.

Looking at Li Wuqing’s screen name, which was simply "Li Wuqing," Lin Xi-fan found it agreeable—unlike some people who loved to change their names to symbols no one could understand, which was a headache to look at.

***

"Being able to get this iron beast to run counts as knowing how to drive," Tantai Mingyue said with a smile.

Becoming a powerhouse by eating medicinal herbs is merely a dream; in reality, such things simply do not exist.

"Mo Wudao, you’ve likely slept for too long and are out of touch with reality. Times have changed. Do you really think your descendants are as you imagine? Dynasties rise and fall, and each generation is worse than the last. Why should I help the Human Realm? Without them, without the stars, what would the life or death of the Human Realm have to do with me?"

Once the black mist left Su Bumei, it transformed into countless vengeful spirits, clawing and snarling as they lunged toward the crowd.

He began to understand why the Qi practitioners of the pre-Qin era used extreme methods to refine and consume pills to absorb the spiritual energy within them—but in this day and age, the ancient art of alchemy had been lost.

They naturally understood these things. That was why, for millions of years, no matter how the five realms competed, they never went too far. Most of it was just testing strength, only launching small-scale wars.

"Go!" Long Er made an instant decision. The moment Ao Bai’s junior brother fell, she pushed her cultivation to its limit, no longer stingy with her true energy, and unleashed the Divine Dragon Blood Escape Technique in one breath. With a loud bang, a powerful shockwave erupted, clearing away the enemies and the blood that had been obstructing their vision.

Although this emptiness didn't prevent him from practicing, it felt very uncomfortable to look at. With a single thought, a golden-brown light began to spread rapidly from beneath Liang Dong’s feet—the color of the earth.

When the people of the West Courtyard heard the term "rotten cabbage," their faces turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

The hundred disciples before them, all from the Profound Realm, were in no way inferior to the disciples of the Earth Realm in terms of strength. If they were to truly fight, it was hard to say who would emerge victorious.

Even though he hadn't made a single move, Bian Bi'an suddenly felt immense pressure coming from all directions.