Volume One, Chapter 45: Fu Xueting

Shen Ruzhi could no longer endure it. Threats at every turn—did they really think this place was some criminal underworld? Did they believe they could decide others' fates at will?

She lifted the cup of tea and splashed it straight onto Fu Xueting’s face. Fu Xueting shrieked, leaping to her feet as if struck by lightning.

“Ah! Ah! Shen Ruzhi, you damned witch, how dare you throw tea at me? You’re finished!”

Xue Hao asked in surprise, “No way—is this divine treasure actually based on sharpness?” He couldn’t tell at all. The divine feather looked as thin as cicada wings, as light as paper, as if a gust of wind would scatter it.

Xue Shi finally smiled. He truly was a handsome man: when unsmiling, his features were exquisitely sculpted, like the finest statue; when he smiled, he was as pure-hearted as a child.

The young man’s white robe was embroidered with a strange emblem, resembling a six-pointed star, surrounded by blossoming flower buds, and beneath the emblem was a totem shaped like a star.

With Xue Hao’s cultivation at the peak of Martial Ancestor level, this Wang Fang was nothing but a paper tiger in his eyes—or perhaps even a paper rabbit, easily crushed with a single palm.

“What?” Both faces changed. Could it be their origin from the human world had been discovered?

Meanwhile, Dongfang Xiao continued to discuss matters concerning the Mo clan. Through these conversations, Dongfang Xiao gained a better understanding of them.

He Chuan’s eyes widened in alarm. Damn it, if only he’d thought to loosen Li Qing’s hand sooner. Seeing the situation, He Chuan carefully shifted his body, fearing that any sudden movement would wake Li Qing, making it hard to explain.

“Since the boss suggested it, it must be right. I agree,” Zhang Ma said with certainty.

“So, elven magic actually originates from the dragons?” Tiger asked. Not only was he an outsider to the Aze Continent, even most native humans knew little of its history. But judging from what Enrique said before he disappeared, there must be much more to the story.

“I want to go too! I want to go too!” The lively and adorable Bai Jie quickly raised her hand to join in.

Thus, the authorities reluctantly approved the sales permit. Though they couldn’t prohibit exports, they could certainly make things difficult for everyone.

Who would have expected Senior Qi to be buried in his magazine, not only refusing to speak on her behalf, but snickering to himself.

“My husband has a house over there. I’ll ask Bai Mu to handle it, and we can open for business next year,” Su Cheng said, though he had originally wanted to surprise her.

After all, these barbaric warriors were like wild beasts. Eating a chicken was just a matter of a few jokes and words. If they run out of food mid-meal, the consequences could be dire.

With that, she grabbed Gao Feng, and her aura suddenly expanded and soared, forming a giant bubble that flew upward to meet the red cloud.

Sending Ye Han to the hospital for a check-up out of the blue wasn't realistic. The goodwill just established could be destroyed in a few words. If he listened, that would be fine—but if she reacted rebelliously, that would be troublesome.

“To help you hold your second great-grandchild sooner,” Su Cheng said quickly, before Su Zhenquan’s anger could erupt.

His mind was tranquil, yet his body wielded countless techniques with ease—this was the realm where the fist precedes the thought. He’d briefly reached it when sparring with Zhao Zhenwu, though he later regressed.

“Sorry!” Bowing in apology, Mu Xia knew she was being a bit selfish, since none of them had done anything wrong in their work. But she truly saw no meaning in staying here anymore; it would be better to leave and look for Chu Mo Fan.

It wasn’t exactly eavesdropping—who could have expected these people to be so wicked at heart?