Volume 1, Chapter 63: The Young Lady of the Rong Family

In Shen Yurou’s eyes, He Lieting’s interest in her was nothing more than a bored game played by someone in power. And the participant in this game could be her, or just as easily, anyone else at all.

Qiuyue walked around the shop and returned after a short while.

"Miss, all the shop assistants are here. No one has left their post without permission."

Knowing only of Shen Yurou’s strange request, she assumed her mistress simply wanted to conduct a sudden inspection.

"He..." Shen Yurou paused, then changed her phrasing. "Are there any customers inside?"

Suddenly, struck by such a powerful blow, the giant hammer caved in on the spot. The peerless, overwhelming impact savagely blasted the burly man backward, while the heavy hammer itself acted as a medium, sending shockwaves that severely injured him.

The moment that gravitational force manifested, it formed a massive gravitational storm, pulling in countless objects from the surrounding environment in every direction.

After I took turns mocking everyone, they all cursed at me in unison, telling me to get lost. Ape massaged his temples with a headache, sighing that this was just how things were. Fine, if it had to be order, then order it was.

Another two days passed, and the mountain suddenly fell quiet. The family descendants responsible for shouting provocations at the foot of the mountain grew suspicious, unable to gauge the situation up above.

A sudden wave of enthusiastic cheers erupted among the common people nearby, who began pushing and shoving to get closer, only to be stopped by the guards of the Zhao estate.

Long Yang felt a sweet taste in his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. In his heart, he could not help but curse: What kind of late Houtian cultivation is this? A single wave of water beat me to the point of vomiting blood. Against such a formidable opponent, I had better flee for my life first and make plans later.

Tong'er was stunned. With her sharp mind, she had already guessed something. Pressing her lips together in silence, she knelt before the grave and silently kowtowed three times.

As the barrier blocked the attacks, the surrounding demons grew even more furious. Roaring aloud, they once again brandished the sharp blades in their hands, while many demons used their massive bodies to repeatedly slam against the barrier.

Long Ming also learned of the news. Amidst such a grand banquet, this was the prime opportunity for him to create an illusion. The more people there were, the more chaotic it would be; coupled with the stimulation of alcohol, they would be even more easily trapped within his illusion.

The young man indeed appeared to be a handsome youth of seventeen or eighteen. Faced with his incoherent rambling, Shang Liang felt rather puzzled. Yet, as there were so many eccentric people in the world, he did not intend to probe deeply. Just as he lifted his foot to leave once more, the youth blocked his path again.

"Strange, I haven't seen many people along the way. Could it be they aren't here?" Zhang Fan looked around curiously, indeed failing to spot any figures.

The various characteristics exhibited by domain power could be broadly summarized in words: First was the pure force domain, which possessed formidable offensive power. The tyrannical momentum displayed in every gesture was strikingly apparent on the outside—both his elder and second brothers were like this.

Gu Yi looked at his Mrs. Gu, not quite knowing what to say. In the end, the matter had still been botched; knowing this would happen, he might as well have not done it at all.

Seeing that Fan Xueyi’s will was resolute, the Thousand Emperors thought for a moment before saying, "Fine, since you've decided to be my wife, I'll help you out!" He extended a finger and gently tapped Fan Xueyi on the forehead.

After that handsome man left, no one else came to approach Mo Qianxia. Some looked down upon her appearance, while others feared rejection and the prospect of making a fool of themselves just as the handsome man had.

Lin Mohan’s mind was in utter chaos, and his vision was so blurred that everyone appeared as overlapping double images. The fists coming at him multiplied into many, all striking toward him at once. Failing to react in time and with his mind lagging by several beats, he took a blow to the left cheek, though this punch ironically brought him much more clarity.

Perhaps it was related to some power struggle within the clan, Ji Fa muttered to himself inwardly. Even though he had never eaten pork, he had certainly seen pigs run; Ji Fa had heard plenty of such tales in his past life.

"I've been too busy with military affairs to notice whether Lier has a greater aptitude for battle qi or magic. You two should test it out," Long Quan said.