Chapter 109: Give Me Everything Tonight

"Lord Leo."

Matilda sat by the window, draped in nothing but a thin sheet of silk. The moonlight filtered through the exquisite, luxurious fabric, tracing the alluring contours of her silhouette.

Leo stood by a small table nearby, holding a bottle of wine and slowly pouring it into a glass. Once the glass was full, he sat beside Matilda, resting one hand upon her while he sipped the wine with the other.

"Is something the matter?"

Ye Bai opened his eyes and let out a curse. He felt damp and profoundly uncomfortable, and everything before him was cloaked in darkness. He propped himself up with his hands, and amidst a clattering sound, he realized that his wrists and ankles were bound by cold, heavy objects that bit into his skin with sharp pain.

Crouching on the rooftop, Mu Xuefu moved a tile aside to peer inside. She saw only Lady Zhenhua in the bedroom, removing her makeup before the mirror.

The will of the Ancient Saint descended upon Hong Han, plunging his mind into a trance. He obediently surrendered all of his Supreme Divine Fluid—a staggering total of three million drops.

Yin Ruomei was caught off guard by the Great Elder’s retort and, unable to find an explanation, felt her face flush with agitation.

"Kuang Zhen is back." Yi Shao looked over as a warrior approached from the distance, accompanied by a rogue.

It was much like the Samadhi True Fire of myth—a unique flame. Because it would not ignite a massive conflagration, those at the foot of the mountain would remain unaware that anything was amiss.

Yet, inside the cage sat three skeletons. Even after aeons had passed since their demise, they still radiated a formidable, noble aura, as if they were the Heavens themselves—the masters of all existence.

Tang Guo offered a quick, apologetic nod to the three nurses, then hurried to catch up with Qin Cang, joining him as they left the internal medicine ward and took the elevator downstairs.

Ye Bai thought to himself, *That can't be right. Could it be that even the Wild Boar doesn't know? You’ve been his concubine for years, after all.*

With a wave of her delicate hand, an ancient, rustic stone tablet, roughly a zhang high and three feet thick, appeared in the pavilion.

At that moment, Pang Yue felt the peculiar essence of the world and silently sensed the Heavenly Dao of this realm, discovering that the laws were indeed far more rigorous.

The number of wild rabbits in the territory had already reached over three hundred, and if he initiated his "frenzied acquisition" mode, that number could climb even higher.

Seeing the Southern Foundation-Establishment cultivator lunging toward him, Ling Ming’s expression remained unchanged. He lifted his left arm, and the red and white silk ribbons wrapped around it stirred without any wind. An icy blue glow overflowed, forming a snowflake-shaped ice crystal before him.

Just as the group of Qi-Refining cultivators had yet to recover from the aftereffects of the spatial passage, a cold command suddenly echoed in everyone’s ears. The voice, imbued with spiritual power, instantly stunned the cultivators who had just emerged, leaving the area so silent that one could hear a pin drop.

Feng Zhao even had a plan in mind: he wanted to use this opportunity to establish a reputation for his territory.

When the time came, it would be a battle to see whether the spiritual consciousness hidden within the Miro Tower or the demonic consciousness of the Supreme Celestial Demon would prove more formidable.

With that, he ignored the man’s stunned gaze and yanked Chen Mohan down with great force. Paying no heed to her wails of pain, he dragged her into the room without a shred of pity.

The two did not dodge or weave but collided head-on, flowers bursting around them and obscuring the spectators' vision.

"Your second brother’s current rank is certainly a result of his own merit, but your sister-in-law played a part as well. In all the Imperial Court, how many men in their early thirties hold a first-rank official post? It is not proper to speak of people like that behind their backs." The Old Matron, still clear-headed, corrected Sun Jinrong.

Zhang Yi looked at the desolate scene surrounding Guo Nianfei, then back at the crowd encircling Zhao Kun, a glimmer of triumph crossing her face. Zhang Yi did not know Guo Nianfei and had never even heard her name; she knew very little of Zilong as well, so in her eyes, Zhao Kun was already the preeminent young master.