Volume 1, Chapter 66: Busy with the Recognition Banquet This Week

As his body was surrounded by the foul-smelling lake water, Su Mu’s gaze locked onto the space within the grotto.

Today was the opening day of the Summer League. An opening ceremony was underway at the Vegas Sports Management, where numerous team owners, players, and fans had gathered to attend this grand event outside of the NBA.

Thinking back to his past life living on the edge of a blade, he had spent over a month here feeling terrified and on edge. He never expected he would one day experience the luxury of being waited on like this.

Taking a deep breath, Su Mu looked at the meteoric iron scabbard inside the Ten-Break Dragon-Roaring Zhaowu Furnace, shook his head, and cast away the distracting thoughts in his mind. Just as he was about to collect the alchemy furnace, a trace of spiritual induction reached him. The moment this induction arrived, Su Mu's eyes instantly filled with a piercing, chilling light.

Amidst their conversation, Zhu You, Zhao You, and the others leading the two rocs ahead sequentially led a group of military officers into it. The people from the other tribes also rushed in eagerly.

Luo Wusheng’s coughing fit was not eased by the words of the Ghost-Faced Ancient Jade; instead, it grew even more rapid. "Cough, cough, cough... cough, cough... I... I didn't snatch it. Cough..." Although the words were spoken with righteous confidence, Luo Wusheng’s tone hid a sense of guilt—a very obvious sense of guilt.

In truth, the primary reason Yun Hua acted this way was likely because she was unwilling to trust Jian Yuheng and refused to listen to his explanations.

Everything before her eyes began to vanish. The clean, orderly room was gradually covered by cobwebs and dust, and the low table and polished wooden floor disappeared, replaced by half-collapsed roof beams and crooked, broken tables and chairs.

Suddenly, Qing Yue's dejected mood shifted into one of anticipation. Before the others could recover, they heard Qing Yue say.

Just as Nan Changqing raised his right hand and formed a few hand seals, the scene before them changed entirely.

The bird was repeating the exact conversation between Ning Caichen and Li Shishi. There was no telling where it had paused at the time.

Originally, Fang Zhi had held high hopes for Zhen Yao. However, after a period of observation, it became clear that the direction in which Zhen Yao had been nurtured within the Zhen family was not commerce, but rather entering officialdom and politics. Thus, he was far more familiar and proficient in governmental affairs rather than business, leaving Miyun’s commercial operations as a lingering weak point.

This was the imperial edict eunuch’s interpretation: since the Emperor himself had mentioned romantic flair and even issued a decree for it, what else could be done? Could someone possibly dare to defy an imperial decree?

On the first day, his throat—conditioned by nearly a year of tongue-twister and throat-stretching exercises—allowed him to easily control the expansion and contraction of his trachea, achieving the effect of elongating and tightening his vocal cords.

These contrarian trolls were truly tedious. Much of their information was completely baseless, yet facts that he could clearly see for himself appeared as tangled and chaotic as spiderwebs in their eyes.

"No, striving for the person you love most is a very happy thing. There is no feeling of hardship or toil; I was the same way back then." Was it hard? Yes, it was very hard, but what did that matter? A trace of sweet ripples gently bloomed across Lee Hyori’s cheeks.

"What is wrong with that? When students rebel, the teacher cannot escape blame. Furthermore, those two rebel scoundrels, Zhao and Yan, were recommended by Sun Yuanqi in the first place!" Zai Tao reverted to his old ways.

There was no such thing in the world of cultivation. For incoming flames, there was simply no need to dodge, because without the sustenance of spiritual power, the fire would extinguish before it even reached you.

A blush bloomed across Freya’s face as blinding rays suddenly crystallized in her palm, and lightning shot toward Notan like a thousand arrows.

With a trembling voice, Natalie’s eyes shimmered with faint tears. She wrapped her arms around and gently hugged Roland’s head.

The more he pondered the sudden decline of Xuantian’s shifting emotions, the stranger the matter became. Why would Lin Shaoling be willing to join the Demon Realm and step forward to assist the Demon King? Unless he had been controlled by the Demon King, how could he possibly commit such baffling actions?

Xue Xingran remained silent, locking eyes with Shi Ruhuhu for a long time. Eventually, Shi Ruhuhu slowly raised his hands and began to gently clap.

"It seems your life is tougher than mine; the feathered arrow missed any fatal parts." Lu Yun noticed the wound in Suha's right shoulder socket, letting out a weary and emotional sigh.

The old wet nurse was startled by my sudden movement and stared at me. I tried my best to look fierce and malevolent to scare her away, and it worked—she lowered her head and fell silent.

Since the time limit for the mission was ten days, Huo Yixin planned to hold the match after eight days so that the players could achieve better physical condition. He set the time for 7:00 PM.

Lin An’s eyes narrowed. That being said, Marquis Zhenyong was actually captured shortly after parting ways with Gong Lingrui. Was it premeditated?

Looking at Lu Jianguo, who was neither angry nor boastful, the man was completely bewildered. He was merely a street hoodlum—where would he ever encounter an official as high-ranking as a governor?

Facts speak louder than words! Gao Qiu returning in triumph from this expedition was naturally a good thing, but had he returned in disastrous defeat, Zhang Bao wouldn't even need to step forward; there would be no shortage of people ready to kick Gao Qiu while he was down.

Now was hardly the time to chase down and slaughter the Beastmen warriors, especially since Lu Yun was currently unconscious and slumped across Suha's back, making it inconvenient for Suha to wield his sword.

"Will you stop it already, dammit!" Chen Xiaoyu finally let out a earth-shaking roar. You can mess around, but not to this extent—it was simply too outrageous! Whether as a human, an immortal, or a deity, if one lacked even the most basic bottom line, what meaning was there in existing?

"Monster... There are monsters in the mountain..." Hongliang looked at us in utter terror. I knew this Hongliang; he was about as ordinary as they came in the village, but he was an honest person who wouldn't lie.