Chapter 50 Housewarming Banquet

The spring breeze was gentle, occasionally carrying a hint of dampness and chill.

The apricot blossoms in the garden of the Top Scholar's Manor were in full bloom, and even more thriving than the flowers was the housewarming banquet prepared by Steward Gao.

Though no formal invitations had been sent to the various noble estates, well-wishers came in an endless stream. Hongrui waited at the manor gates, and upon seeing what Steward Gao had logged in the guest book, her eyelids twitched, and she hurried back to the inner courtyard.

Jiang Nian applied her lip tint with an unruffled expression.

Lǜlao looked at the flustered Hongrui and asked, "Well? Who has—"

After everyone had walked some distance away, Zhou Sitong looked at Chen Yuan beside her, her beautiful eyes shimmering with a sudden tenderness.

Nonetheless, Kim Dae-ho still contacted An Liang over the phone, briefly recounting the proceedings of the entertainment company's shareholder and executive meeting.

Because this operation was a surprise attack, no one could have imagined their lives being ended while they were still asleep. Actually, I feel this method is somewhat cruel, but there was no other choice; for the sake of the greater good, it had to be done.

"Very well, Yijun. Both the Lu family and the Cui family are allies of my Zhao clan. I believe Brother Cui was merely acting unintentionally just now, wouldn't you agree?" Zhao Wuja said, playing the peacemaker.

"Alright, see you at six." Kim Dae-ho waved his hand. He still needed to contact Kim Young-min and Lee Soo-man, and time was running rather tight.

Dean Bai departed with Shui Yuanqing, and Chen Tian returned to his dormitory. The Astral Spirit Array would take two days to complete, and Chen Tian remained somewhat concerned that unexpected complications might arise, so he hurried back to his quarters without pausing.

Luo Ziyi let out a cold snort, tossed the whip to her, and then walked aside to take a red-tasseled spear from the hands of a soldier.

"I was wondering what manner of creature it might be; as it turns out, it is merely an unformed malevolent ghost. I had not expected your learning to be so eclectic, encompassing not only the path of insects but also the path of ghosts," Qin Chen's voice followed closely behind, entirely devoid of panic.

What lay before Seer was naturally not a scorpion, but rather a plate of eyeballs belonging to some unknown creature, alongside a dish of claws... The eyeballs wobbled as if staring directly at Seer from the platter. Seer, whose gaze was always fiercely sharp, found her eyes involuntarily drifting when meeting that plate of eyeballs.

Of course, I also saw the protagonist of the story, Dr. Chen, looking like a hero in the end.

Although he had made new discoveries, Su Qi still could not grasp the crux of the matter, unable to deduce anything at all.

Logically speaking, how could a mere minotaur born in some wild countryside comprehend the terrifying might of the Green Demon Banner? And even if he did know, what of it? One might not find a single soul cultivator among ten thousand minotaurs—this was common knowledge throughout the Demonic Realm. Could this young minotaur actually be a rare soul cultivator?

Walking not far to the jewelry and accessory counter near the entrance, a pretty-looking sales assistant standing behind the counter immediately greeted Mo Liu with boundless enthusiasm, beginning to rattle off the introductions of various items like a connoisseur counting treasures.

"Judging by the traces of combat here, the attacker's strength should be on par with this armored rhinoceros, otherwise it wouldn't have caused such a commotion!" An old man stroked his beard as he surveyed the large expanse of snapped trees.

"What do you mean by asking these things? Are you merely planning to watch the commotion here, or do you harbor other intentions?" Hearing Zhou Yu's question, Zhang He asked with extreme caution.

Mi Dou nodded without making much of an array, but the triumph in Liu Chennyue's eyes could no longer be concealed. He felt that the halo of his genius had solidified once again; with the help of the sect leader, his cultivation would undoubtedly leap forward by a vast margin.

He clearly remembered being grievously injured and nearly perishing—how was it that he could not find even the slightest trace of a wound upon his body?

As the fierce battle unfolded, apart from Mount Taishan and the surrounding mountain ranges, which were shielded by the grand protective array and still stood tall, all the other towering mountains were battered and utterly ruined.

Sure enough, the two had just evaded the onslaught of the surging magma when a sudden thunderous roar cracked open the sky, resembling a peal of thunder from the highest heavens.