Volume One, Chapter 31: Caught Red-Handed by My Aunt

The shyness of a young girl.

On the streets of Tiangong City, pedestrians came and went from time to time. As the temperature rose, the city's nightlife—if it could barely be called that of a metropolis—was just beginning.

Gu Chaoxi glanced at her, noticing her radiant spirit; she was nothing like the miserable figure she had been in the pavilion earlier.

Xu Que was well aware: although the Cockroach had agreed to let him in, his gaze had never left him from the very start.

As for Wang Mingyu, he likely didn’t have much money himself, so he wanted his classmates to go in with him but was unwilling to pay.

Mi Xianchu was dressed in a military uniform, her long hair tied up in a high ponytail, lending her a dash of bold and dashing energy.

"What more do you want? Do you think you can make them stay? Or is the Celestial Mechanism Sect stronger than the Beast Taming Sect?" The elder of the Celestial Mechanism Sect, his patience at its end, let out a furious roar.

By now, Li Juan’s movements had grown completely stiff. She had stopped complaining about the cold; for when the human body is chilled to its limit, pain ceases to register—the agony had numbed her nerves into utter insensibility.

Their seats were arranged on either side of the Gu family; perhaps only Jun Wu on the entire Xuantian Continent would dare to seat them so.

The atmosphere was more festive than ever, and the tension that had lingered before seemed to dissolve into the merriment.

The mysterious voice had yet to fully discern Wang Zhixing’s cultivation level when Qiao Rulai had already leapt into action.

When they saw more than a dozen Jasmine girls, both Yan Jinwei was stunned and even Fu Jingyan had to admire Su Mianmian’s cleverness.

Red Fox and the others were all seasoned veterans; at a glance, they could tell that each person carried at least two concealed weapons.

Qin Zhenhua was about to hang up when his phone screen lit up, and Qin Mu’s voice came through.

"In this case, the outcast's spiritual power is different from the others. Let me see if I can trace her path by tracking her energy signature," Hanyu said coolly.

At eight in the evening, she draped a red coat over her trailing evening gown and, arm in arm with Brother Mu, entered the club with Chu Wei, Mu Tianyang, and the others.

"What are you staring at? Go find some corner to nurse your wounds," Jiu Jiu shot him a glare, tossing a few traceless fruits onto Xing San's lap.

Hmph, since you all want to play, I’ll play along. All you need is a treasure map? Fine, I’ll draw you one myself. Let’s see you scramble for it first, and then I’ll find out just who is orchestrating this elaborate scheme.

Cheng Ping and the Nine-Headed Mad Lion were a bit slow, but not by much; when they saw Blue Sky kneel, they immediately knelt as well, without the slightest hesitation.

"My wife is my responsibility; there’s no need for Elder Yan to worry!" Placing the food on the table, Fu Jingyan’s clenched fists revealed bulging veins—one could imagine the depth of his anger.

He and four spirits had finally managed to force the Holy Son onto the defensive; if he could finish him off in one stroke, all the better. Right now, he certainly didn’t want anyone to interfere.

If he truly didn’t want to oppose the Anti-Japanese Alliance, why would he don the puppet army’s uniform and become a traitor?

Just now, he had tried to subdue half of the source, nearly losing his own life in the process. If not for the altar shattering and a powerful suction pulling him out, he would likely have perished already.

Li Tianyi spoke these words with unwavering resolve, every syllable forceful and decisive. All the members of the town committee were moved; a few even showed expressions of shame.