Chapter 111: Make the Real Seem False

Although Tang Yu knew that Consort Dai’s words were mostly polite platitudes spoken against her true feelings, he still found such flattery quite gratifying to hear.

He pulled Consort Dai into his arms, and the two embraced, sharing a long, tender moment.

It was only after he had teased Consort Dai until her cheeks were flushed crimson that Tang Yu smiled and said, "I sought you out because there is something I need you to do."

Consort Dai lay in Tang Yu's...

In the distance, the expressions of the various powerful figures from the Guiyan Realm turned incomparably livid. Could you two not have stepped aside to speak? Was this really the time for whispering sweet nothings? Isn't this clearly meant to intimidate us?

The aroma of grilled skewers kept wafting over. Gradually, amidst this warmth and the scent of the fire, I felt a deep sense of comfort.

After they left, Bai Ya ordered some wine and food at the tavern and sat alone, drinking and reflecting on past events; his eyes grew brighter with every glass.

The journey was truly smooth, and after nearly ten minutes, Su Muzhe could already see the exit of the secret tunnel.

There were some things Yang Xue did not want to dwell on; he did not want to imagine the world as too ugly, yet he could not help it—reality forced him to think about them.

Ren Yingying said, "You... you have treated me very well." Regardless of how Dongfang Bubai treated Ren Woxing, over the years, he had indeed treated Yingying with courtesy and respect, providing generously for all her needs, and her status was held in high regard—the title of "Holy Maiden" was well-deserved.

Watching Temasek Holdings transform from an arrogant, top-tier Asian investment fund into trash not even worthy of being called third-rate, Chen Youhan felt not a shred of joy—no joy that this fund, which had once tried to prey upon the Chen family during their time of crisis, had been ruined.

"Young Master Su, you're back." Mother Zhang was pleasantly surprised to see Su Muzhe. Seeing the beads of sweat on his forehead, she hurriedly brought over a basin of water and handed him a clean towel.

As the car vanished from sight, Dong Mingyang punched the glass. It shattered instantly, and blood began to trickle down his hand.

Generally speaking, on the high seas, when two ships encounter one another, they never approach for friendly reasons. If one ship actively approaches another, it is an act of clear hostility. As for one fleet rapidly closing in on another, that goes without saying.

"By the way, how many cars does Jing Zhengyang have, and which one does he use the most?" After a moment of silence, I asked, needing to monitor Jing Zhengyang's movements as well.

Inside was a message just posted by Yang Jianguo, a news-like announcement of sorts.

"The Sect Leader attained enlightenment in a single day at Louguan Terrace years ago, and today he is leading the disciples in practicing martial arts. Let's take advantage of this; who knows, we might even improve our cultivation realms," laughed Wang Hongsheng, the Master of Kaiyang Peak, as he took the lead, soaring toward Hechen Peak.

Watching that slender finger point across the counter one by one, the sales clerk finally took a proper look at Jian Ning.

Breaking through from the Soul-Forging Realm to the Vein-Condensing Realm in a single month was an incredibly difficult task, let alone reaching the Phantom Spirit Realm. Therefore, no one had doubted his cultivation level, but now that ten Soul-Forging Realm cultivators had been defeated in a single strike, the students were forced to consider other possibilities.

Since Xiong Ruixue knew I had served in the military, she must have conducted a detailed investigation into my background. She likely mapped out my history as soon as she discovered the affair between Jing Zhengyang and Deng Yafang.

Two men collapsed on the ground, their harpoons bent out of shape. Lu Yunyi cast a cold glance at them, noticing that the energy within their bodies was slowly fading; it seemed this strange dimension had abandoned them.

Jian Ning was unclear about the complex entanglements that had once existed between him and her original self. Her guesses were merely incomplete fragments; she could not see the full picture, nor did she wish to. The love and hate, the life and death, the loss and recovery, or perhaps the lingering ties between them—none of it had anything to do with her.