Chapter Seventy-Five: Stirring Into Action (Rolling Around and Begging for Monthly Votes)

“Why would His Highness the Heir come to Hedong?” The next day at the academy, Wang Mian sidled up to Wang Heng, eager to continue the gossip from the day before.

For the heir of Prince Qi to suddenly appear and offer birthday congratulations to Lou Yu—this was clearly out of the ordinary.

Having read countless palace intrigues and household dramas in the modern world, Wang Mian immediately sensed the scent of “conspiracy” in the air.

She lowered her voice to ask Wang Heng.

She knew that every day at the academy, Lou Yu would “conveniently” stop by the Wang family’s manor.

Xiang Wan, after hearing Ju An’s words, suddenly slammed on the brakes. The car behind them had no time to react and crashed into them from behind. They were lucky they hadn’t entered the expressway yet; on the highway, Xiang Wan’s abrupt stop would have been far more dangerous.

The profession of beast tamers broadcasting live outdoor adventures within monster battlefields and spatial rifts had already matured. Specialized superconducting satellite beasts had even been developed to transmit electromagnetic signals, allowing most spatial rifts to be used for live broadcasts.

Lu Xingyun could only agree and moved to the opposite side of the table, helping Yang Chun up. “Miss Yang, let’s go.” Quite unintentionally, his arm circled her waist, which felt slender and delicate beneath his touch. When he looked at her face—so exquisitely lovely that it seemed to glow—he quickly averted his gaze, steadying his composure.

Jealousy once again swelled in Luo Wei’s heart, especially as she watched Ye Tingshen simply stand there, radiating a powerful and intimidating aura, his unparalleled looks making it impossible for her to look away.

Despite their previous disagreements, Lu Xingyun still cupped his fists in a gesture of courtesy. Yet Li You’an paid him no mind, only sweeping his cold, sharp gaze over him from head to toe several times.

Seeing the two influential figures lost in thought, Li Qiang decided there was no need to say more.

Su Bai took the phone and handed Shui Lianyi a spirit crystal, which seemed to hold the promise of a major discovery.

Ji Xincheng had been to this venue before—the entrance was spacious, but the stepped design meant that if reporters tried to block the way, a handful of security guards could easily keep order.

Similarly, since Madam Ye was aware of Ye Tingshen’s situation, it was even less likely that Ye Zhihua’s side would remain ignorant.

The male immortal’s gaze was exceptionally clear, free of any impurity. But upon closer inspection, one could see a golden flame burning in each eye, like twin suns ablaze.

“This… Lian is not entirely certain about this matter. But since His Lordship has raised the issue of the magistrate’s reassignment, and in view of your meritorious service and the benefit you’ve brought to the people, Lian will grant your request.” Xiao Yan recalled, and indeed had some impression of it.

Three hours later, calm finally returned. Bai Suzhen nestled in Lin Yang’s arms, her hair loose and disheveled, her cheeks flushed, her body limp and weak.

Just as Master Joy focused all his attention on healing, a long scorpion tail materialized out of thin air behind Chu Yun. The stinger at the tip of its tail gleamed with an ominous black light—enough to strike terror into even a grandmaster warrior.

“Is there truly no chance for me to become a player in this game?” Agukos’s face was dark with frustration.

Even the air seemed to grow sweeter, her body growing restless. Something deep within her stirred, an inexplicable urge drawing her closer to Lane.

Zhong Jiufeng seemed hardly surprised. With a sweep of his sleeve, he collected the gravely wounded Eight Tribulation Ghost King into the Fifth Heaven.

The Burning Legion was at full strength—or rather, greatly over-strength, with more than eight thousand knights and some twenty thousand infantry. Well-rested and ready, their advance was unstoppable, like a branding iron plunged into a mound of cheese, melting all resistance in a cloud of blue smoke.

It was clear that Clark’s lob pass inside was exceptionally high. Had it not been for Sun Dahei, anyone else would have struggled just to touch the ball, let alone finish with an alley-oop dunk. A failed connection was all but inevitable.

As for his true body, it likely did not belong to this universe at all, and had nothing whatsoever to do with the Divine Realm or the Douluo Continent, which was why he felt nothing of the golden torrent’s power.