Chapter Thirty-Five: Young Marquis Gu

Luo Xue remained silent, well aware that Lady Liu had been pulling strings behind the scenes.

For the past few days, rumors had been swirling about the second young master’s infatuation with the cousin. The second young master, who should have attended the palace banquet, had been confined to his courtyard by Lady Liu the day before. Although she never explicitly stated her position, the servants all understood the implication. It seemed the cousin had truly entangled herself with someone she shouldn't have.

"Young Master, shall I go and drive the cousin away?"

The screen had already shifted to the scene in the purple-patterned zone, where thirty-nine people remained. The green-patterned zone was already empty; those who saw no hope of progressing had decisively pressed their tokens.

In Sejuani’s words, Garen and Nojiko discovered the lord. "Greetings, Lord," Garen said, sheathing his weapon and bowing to the lord.

Glancing at Granny Wu and seeing no intention for him to move, Ye Zhuo ignored the few people who were still searching incessantly. He simply sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to channel his internal energy; cultivation was his foundation.

"Don't be so quick to jump to conclusions. I don't think you're the type who wants to die. How about this? I will save you this time and teach you a cultivation technique first, allowing you to complete your grand plan for revenge. Once your wish is fulfilled, you can give your heart to me then, how about it?" the Demon Spirit said.

On the moist earth, new buds broke through the soil, and the sharp tips of bamboo shoots could be seen emerging from the ground, full of vitality.

Zhong Jin took all of this to heart and felt deeply ashamed; it was all his fault that his father had to suffer grievances alongside him.

Chen Feng struck the wooden stake before him desperately, venting all the anger and hatred in his heart onto it, turning that hatred into the driving force for his cultivation.

Blood gushed out like a fountain. One by one, the soldiers were drenched from head to toe, looking like creatures made of blood.

The power of a single punch caused spatial rifts to appear in this already fragile world.

Meanwhile, Gangplank was deep within the island, locked in battle with a fierce tiger that stood ten meters tall.

While Ning Yan learned about the financial empire of the Ning Management Office through Yan Zhi’s words, others at the evening banquet were also gathering more information.

"Wow, I'm so jealous. Bai Ye actually managed to get two lollipops." Some students watching this scene were filled with envy.

If this item were placed in any other auction house, it might not even sell, let alone be bid up to such a high price.

"Is this token really enough to make me the true King of Hell?" Meng Fei said, taking the token from around his neck. He looked at it, kissed it, and added, "It’s about to change owners!" He then handed the token to the Son of Hell.

"PastDriftsWithTheWind" was unsatisfied. "Even though you've already achieved skill fusion, show some respect and humor me, brother." His urge to show off had been doused with cold water.

"Flying object?" The Soul Catcher frowned upon hearing these words, then signaled for the person inside the mecha to continue.

Truth be told, he actually preferred the look of Yan Zhi’s hair when it was let down. From a purely aesthetic perspective, Ning Yan found her more appealing without her hair tied in a bun or a ponytail.

Much like other game streamers, the streamer's video area occupied only the lower left corner, though the ratio was slightly larger and the image clearer.

Lan Ruo, upon entering, somehow slipped her arm through Jiang Shi’er’s and leaned in close as they walked, looking incredibly intimate. This sight made those who knew her cast sideways glances.

When Yin Menglin blurted out those words, Zuo Fei’s expression darkened instantly, and the students of Class 7, Grade 3, also looked displeased.

After entering the Misty Forest, the snowy domain surrounding Zhang Qingshan suddenly vanished. His figure flickered, and he landed on the carriage.

It was somewhat similar to the marquee-like celestial aura of Jiang Shi’er. However, his was primarily within the flesh and blood, whereas Jiang Shi’er’s was purely in his aura—a true, unadulterated celestial essence.