Chapter 24: A Silent Commendation

Under the pressure of the wolf-hunting squad, the pack was quickly driven to the edge of the cliff. More than twenty wolves huddled together, shivering in a display that was truly comical.

"It's done," Zhao Renyi laughed.

"It seems my plan was quite effective," Lin Xing said calmly. "But it's not over yet. We must force these beasts to jump..."

*Boom.* A powerful aura suddenly surged from Xiao Ye’s body, possessing a destructive force like a shockwave that instantly leveled everything in the vicinity to the ground.

"I thank Your Majesty for your boundless grace; Zhang Xuan is truly unworthy of this." Zhang Xuan hurriedly stood up, stepped forward, and knelt to express his gratitude. Receiving an imperial gold medal and an officially bestowed title not only solidified his position as the greatest talent in Chang'an but also granted him an invisible, highly enviable form of power. With this token and the Emperor’s favor, Zhang Xuan’s future was boundless.

Yet Wang Ping’an exclaimed, "Oh dear, my nephew has a stomachache and needs to go to the privy. I’ll be right back, right back!" Without waiting for Zhangsun Wuji’s permission, he clutched his stomach and sprinted out of the room.

To this day, all they knew of Moruo was that he was an unfathomable master; his background and any other details remained completely unknown.

With a sweep of his sword aura, he gathered the equipment dropped by the others, pondered for a moment, and then rode his sword westward. With Feng Yi gone and the whereabouts of the Profound Water Heavenly Artifact unknown, he had intended to leave anyway. It was only by chance that he encountered the moonlit sword-refining, which sparked a temporary interest leading to this battle. Now, having wandered for a while, he decided to return if no further opportunities arose.

Although Sun Dan was at odds with Chen Hong’s godfather, Huang Jin, Chen Hong was, after all, just a child and now his student; continuing to beat him like this might cause real harm.

"Where are you going? Won't you stay here to recover your cultivation?" Xiang’er asked with concern.

Wang Ping’an and his companions were dressed in plain clothes, disguised as young masters from wealthy families out for a trip. Since their official status wasn't apparent, the old man’s tone was not particularly respectful.

Chu Suiliang let out a soft "eh," thinking to himself, *Why has His Highness stopped referring to himself in the royal singular?* He felt a flicker of doubt, but didn't dwell on it, turning instead to oversee the arrangements for the poetry gathering.

When the hour of the dragon arrived, the gates of the Dragon Transformation Cave finally opened once more. After three months of cultivation, those who survived emerged with significantly enhanced strength, much like the previous group. The few Martial Sovereigns had mostly broken through to the Martial Emperor realm—though, of course, this "mostly" did not include Mang Huai.

"Fire! Shoot them to death!" Liu Kui, having cleared the people on the upper floor, charged down. Seeing Li Xiao and his men surrounded, he ordered his subordinates to rain arrows and bolts upon the Red Tiger faction without hesitation.

At this moment, the fatty released his aura. Wang Lei suddenly felt a heavy pressure bearing down on him, making it difficult to breathe, as if a massive mountain were resting upon his head.

In just a few short months, the commercial landscape of the capital had undergone a tectonic shift, leaving hearts filled with panic and unrest.

As the stiff arm traced an arc through the air, it was intercepted by Mu Yun’s powerful palms. Having learned from his previous encounter with Sang Li, he would not be outmaneuvered by her again.

Gu Yu knew that Sang Li was trying to repay the debt of gratitude for saving Mu Yun, but the more she sought to draw a clear line between them, the more his heart ached.

Dressed in a simple, scallion-green palace gown, Sang Li’s ethereal and elegant face appeared all the more refined, as if a mischievous celestial maiden had slipped down to the mortal realm to see the world.

Rose held it affectionately in her hand, wiping away non-existent dust with her sleeve, when suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck her.

Naturally, it wasn't that Lei Yu didn't want to give it to the other party, but he truly didn't want to kiss them. Lei Yu already felt a bit immoral; kissing them now would truly make him a creepy old man.

The walkie-talkie constantly reported the location of the red Ferrari, and three police cars sped in pursuit of Hong Yifei’s vehicle.

At this point, Qin Xuechu just rubbed his nose and followed Li Meng. He hadn't expected to be ignored yet again, but that was fine—his true strength wouldn't be exposed. Meanwhile, Li Meng was speaking to Qin Xuechu.

Before long, the entire Daliao live-streaming platform began displaying messages of teapot and giant turntable gifts. By now, the teapot had already received many mid-tier gifts.

Zhou Zirui’s team was traveling along a pitch-black post road. Since they were still some distance from the courier station, they had no choice but to set up camp in the middle of the road.

Xu Shi’er racked her brains but couldn't think of any suspects. Hong Meng said from behind her, "Could it be Che Xiaochen?" Unable to stand the aimless speculation, Xu Shi’er decided to go to the Ministry of Works to see what was actually going on.

"Look at this fat pig, it’s just too funny," Zhou Yan said, pointing at Xu Shi’er with a radiant smile.

As the teapot and "I have orders to tip" made their final push in the Huakai Daliao live-streaming room, the streamer "The Brightest Star in the Sky" announced in her own channel that "Waiting a Millennium" was supporting her bid for the top five.

After finishing, the Ghost King flicked a streak of black light from his hand, which Chen Kexin caught. Glancing at it, she discovered it was a mysterious Yin Seal, clearly marking the location where the great demon had been sealed years ago. Having seen it, Chen Kexin put it away, still wanting to ask more questions.

"You can't blame everyone else; you weren't clean yourself, otherwise you wouldn't have been caught red-handed. In short, to forge iron, one must be strong oneself," Li Benjia said objectively.

"Do you know how to write the word 'death' now? A mere piece of trash at the Zhi-Xing realm dares to talk big here!" Ye Bai stepped toward Ye Qing, shouting in fury.

Viewed from another angle, it looked like a village, filled with people bustling about, a scene of lively tranquility.

She remained expressionless, waving her staff casually to conjure a barrier in front of Ji Ling, shielding him from all incoming attacks.

The number of concurrent viewers in the live stream jumped from three digits to over two thousand, then surged wildly to five thousand, eight thousand, ten thousand, thirty thousand... and it continued to climb without end.

The time that followed was somewhat boring, so Lin Xuan watched his own highlight reels and various videos praising his performance, while also gossiping about his own scandals, waiting for Ran Qinghuan’s clarification statement.

As for the Saint Race, the various realms were filled with deep apprehension; after all, according to the many legends passed down from the ancient era, the Saint Race was unimaginably powerful, and the various realms had been left in a rather pathetic state under their oppression.

Zhou Yuan clenched his fists slightly, feeling the power surging within him like an angry dragon; it felt as if he could split mountains and part the seas with a single punch.