Chapter 55: Beneath the World, Mayflies Confront the Azure Sky (Includes Nutrient Fluid Bonus Chapters)

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Madam Li confided in the old monk about Ren Yaoqi’s recurring nightmares, seeking his advice on how to cope. Although Lady Xu and Lady Pei were two decades apart in age and not blood-related, they shared certain similarities. Sadly, Lady Pei had passed away nearly two years ago, so there was no chance to witness her grace again.

Despite the awkwardness of the situation, the elders would undoubtedly side with the Dragon Emperor—that was beyond doubt.

The Ren family, known for their generosity, maintained good relations with the authorities and often sought official assistance when facing difficult problems, even relying on the government to handle wayward servants at times. Yet, the head of the Ren family never imagined a scenario where they themselves would be unable to leave the government office once inside.

The contests among disciples divided into three tiers unfolded with varied intensity—some swift and decisive, others fiercely contested. Within less than an hour, the top ten strongest emerged, ushering in the final ranking matches, where the atmosphere grew tense and electric.

Zhuangzi steward Shen Yuan had long prepared everything, awaiting the arrival of Lady Shen Yushi, the matriarch, along with the young masters and young ladies. Hearing the carriage’s approach, he and his wife, known as Third Madam, stood ready at the estate’s entrance.

The previous night, late into the hour, Madam Liu called Ren Yaoying for a private talk. Ren Yaohua promptly sent someone to gather information. Unfortunately, the spy was caught eavesdropping by one of Madam Liu’s maids and fled in fright.

The others in the courtyard, upon hearing Li Yiyan’s words, quickly bowed and withdrew. In an instant, only Li Yiyan, Ning Yunyou, and Moli remained within.

He was truly a gifted competitor; with his current prowess, he was among the top echelon in the Super Club’s elite tier.

“I’ll just say I’m busy with family matters and decline,” Shen Ning decided, opting not to attend the appointment.

Gazing at the massive creature—a dragon-headed horse over six meters tall, snorting continuously—and the enormous wooden cart behind it, as large as a city bus, Ru Feng felt compelled to experience this otherworldly spectacle firsthand.

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“Since it’s our first time working together, it’s natural our coordination isn’t perfect yet. There’s plenty of time ahead to develop chemistry,” the coach said, not as a critic but as a guide to help the players identify weaknesses in teamwork.

The Beast Forest was a lawless land ravaged by monstrous creatures, where human troops had been stationed for years, locked in endless battle against these beasts.

“Can’t I just come find you when there’s nothing going on?” Zhong Sixin’s plaintive tone made Wu Yong feel deeply uncomfortable.

Liu Bao looked up just as a sharp whistle pierced the air, followed by a torrent of arrows darkening the sky, cascading down like a deadly rainstorm.

“Of course, otherwise they wouldn’t have locked me up here,” Wu Yong mimicked her tone wryly.

Hmm, that sensation just now suggested that the Jiyang Sword truly responded to Lin Xi’s energy. That was promising—otherwise, it wouldn’t have been drawn into his hand. It was indeed a magical treasure, but its rank was too low to withstand the White Jade Sword’s strikes.

In plain sight of all, Zuo Ci transformed into a swirl of blue smoke and vanished from the hall, leaving everyone inside stunned.

“No big deal. I missed giving you a document yesterday. Since I have nothing else to do, I specifically brought it to you today,” Chen Yuan said. By now, both he and Lin Ming were in their senior year of university, at a stage where attending classes was optional.

Tai Shi Ci glanced over at the new recruit—a military academy graduate from the Central University—who’d never served in the army before. No wonder he asked such elementary questions.

Perhaps not; the world contained fewer “ifs” than imagined. Maybe they were destined to remain apart regardless.

Like two people exchanging greetings and saying “see you next time,” yet neither knowing when or under what circumstances that next meeting would be. Perhaps the greeting was merely a formality, with no deeper thoughts attached.

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In Ya Zi’s heart, love meant being together; if there was no love, then get lost. There were no complicated reasons or whys—any complexity stemmed from their own lack of honesty. Ya Zi neither understood nor wished to understand such tangled matters. Overthinking was exhausting.

For the first time in his life, Emperor Jingyuan, who had ruled the Dali Kingdom for many years, felt utterly powerless and full of regret.

Outside the sheer silk curtain, the person bowed and departed. The virtuous consort cradled a white cat, her fingers stained a brilliant crimson as she gently combed its fine fur, maternal affection radiating from her very bones—she treated the cat as if it were her own flesh and blood.

Still grateful for the guidance, Xiao Xin and Zhao Jiajia worked together to perfect the storyboard. Time flew by, and when they finally looked up, it was already one o’clock. Under Zhao Jiajia’s scrutiny, the illustrations had improved significantly over the original drafts.

Zhang Weichen looked at her leisurely: usually when someone insists they’re not a certain type, they often embody exactly that nature.

Seeing that everything on her side was nearly packed up, Tian Shixue prepared to leave, but unexpectedly, the other suddenly lunged forward, and before she could react, her lips were captured.

“Damn it, my name is Li Yan, not Ellipsis!” Li Yan said fiercely, left hand on her hip, right finger pointing sharply at Ye Ye’s nose.

As the saying goes, know yourself and your enemy to win every battle. To understand the situation in the Immortal Realm, Li Shaofan sought out Zhao Caishen.

With a flick of Fei Mian’s hand, nearly a thousand figures appeared behind him, each filled with fierce determination and eyes reflecting a maddening despair. Unlike the White Wolf Army’s ruthlessness, these gave off a more unpredictable aura.