Chapter 32: Unexpected Turn at the Press Conference

When Qin Yu arrived at the hotel, Han Yingying was already waiting by the entrance. The moment she saw him, she hurried over, grabbed his arm, and said, “Hurry up, hurry up, it’s about to start. How could you disappear at such a critical moment?” Qin Yu could only manage a helpless, bitter smile as Han Yingying pulled him toward the press conference.

Facing the barrage of flashing cameras, Qin Yu felt himself...

Usually, even if the natal weapon one forges isn’t perfectly suited, most people wouldn’t notice—after all, there’s nothing to compare it with.

“Master, how can you still laugh at a time like this?” I said to my master, utterly exasperated.

Bing Ruoxi didn’t ask any questions. She simply tossed him a Sumeru ring packed with nearly two billion lower-grade spirit crystals.

Ten hired thugs immediately surrounded Zhang Qi and his companions, causing Zhang Qi’s legs to tremble in fear.

“I’ve already found a job. In a few days, I’ll just need to complete the onboarding process,” Hai An said, as if it were nothing worth mentioning.

Xu Qingshen glanced around. Aside from a young mother passing by with a child in her arms, she saw no one else.

There was a certain schadenfreude in the air—an attitude common among lesser powers. The imperial clans were like mountains pressing down on everyone else; seeing them stumble brought a sense of glee.

Xi Qing and the others looked at Xuanyuan Tianxin with admiration and awe in their eyes. Though they weren’t familiar with this new commander, after this battle, they realized that behind his youthful appearance lay a truly formidable character.

“The past is past—let’s not mention it anymore. I’m very content with my life now,” I forced a faint smile as I spoke to my father.

Yet as time went by, both grew increasingly busy, and their interactions gradually lessened. Still, decades of friendship could not be eroded by such minor obstacles. As the saying goes, the friendship of gentlemen is as light as water—no matter how long they are apart, when they meet again, it is as if no time has passed.

A circular halo slowly formed on Gongsun Yanhuang’s chest, and the pain on his face grew ever more intense.

She understood that she would eventually leave the shelter of her father’s wings and step, at last, into the true maelstrom of blood and storms.

Ever since receiving Qi Pengfei’s firm answer yesterday, Zhang Kun had been pondering how to win Qi Xiangyang’s wholehearted respect and convince him to learn appraisal from him.

“Mister Buzhou will take charge and redraw the boundaries of the Four Great Domains. You will not be disappointed!” Mister Buzhou declared.

He Ke’er hurried to the window to look. Xiao Qubing and over a dozen members of the Flying Dragon Imperial Guard had already disappeared into the distance, while her father and mother seemed to be talking in the courtyard in front of the main hall.

The men kept discussing Xu Yunlong and his companions. For a time, everyone forgot all about Wang Liyuan, who had been the center of attention just moments before.

Hu Yao was quite curious. Sometimes, Qi Gujia could be as mischievous as a child, yet he was also broad-minded. But seeing him now, Hu Yao could tell that this outgoing fellow had definitely been provoked.

“Damn, that scared me to death!” Qi Gujia wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, let out a long breath, and muttered. Just now, Hu Yao had startled him so much that he nearly collapsed to the floor. It was the first time he had ever seen Hu Yao this furious.

Gao Shang flashed a sinister smile. “Who said we need to actually put up a five-million coin bounty? All we need is to start with a few hundred thousand, show them some real money, and make them believe we’re serious.”

In just a few short moments, both men had already developed a sense of dread toward Lin Che, feeling as if he were some kind of invincible deity—utterly insurmountable.

A tremendous sense of peril surged within the Primordial Heaven Demon. Never before had he felt such terror. The shadow of death loomed closer than ever before. He wanted to flee—even to beg for mercy—but his body was paralyzed, unable to move even his eyes. He summoned all his strength, yet not even a finger would obey his will.