Chapter 42: The Banquet of Gluttony

“Heh heh heh…”
A terrifying laugh echoed, as if a wraith had crawled up from the depths of hell. The ghostly fiend poked its head out from the ruby.
The very moment it laid eyes upon the outside world, it saw the two corpses on the ground.
Such potent life force!
The fiend felt a surge of exhilaration beyond all measure.
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As she spoke, Lady Shen covered her lips with a handkerchief and began to laugh, while the other concubines, having already observed the expressions of the Empress and herself, dared not utter a word.
If the mountain range were not so vast, he would have liked nothing more than to fit the whole thing into the Demon-Sealing Ring and take it with him.
Nevertheless, Xiao Yan was fortunate enough to figure out the situation here. He learned from that uncle that this place and the outside world were entirely different. Of course, Xiao Yan considered the man’s words redundant—did he need to be told? He wasn’t blind or foolish; anyone could see it at a glance.
Manager Zhou and Long Sansheng shook hands and sat down. Manager Zhou then introduced Xia Haitong to Long Sansheng. Xia Haitong, looking at Long Sansheng, felt he did not seem like a bad person.
“Greetings, my lord. This humble servant has brought your evening meal.” A fair-skinned eunuch knelt before him and spoke respectfully.
Li Yan himself was rather pleased to have such a form of revenge. Although he had mastered the magical array within the demon core of the Venom-Eyed Serpent, there was still the array within the Illusory-Eyed Poison Lizard’s demon core he had yet to learn. He simply had no time to go out and carouse.
After a round of mutual insistence, the garment was unexpectedly taken by a third party. Seeing this, the two were first resigned, then found the outcome rather agreeable.
She laughed as she slipped it on. Though it hung loosely and trailed, she paid it no mind. Dressed, she left the bed as he turned on the lamp.
Xia Haitong watched Li Siqin warily. When she first received Li Siqin’s message, Xia Haitong suspected a trap and was reluctant to accept the invitation. But Li Siqin claimed to know her parents’ whereabouts, so Xia Haitong took the risk and agreed to meet her at the coffeehouse.
“Feiyang, you disappeared for days, and now you return in a flurry. Your master has been unconscious all this time, and the moment he wakes you insist on dragging him out. Do you even respect him as your teacher?” The sect leader struck Feng Feiyang to the ground with a single palm.
But to instantly turn someone into an aberration, and then revive them as a human, this simple two-step process shattered her understanding of things as they were.
Yet unexpectedly, her place in the redemption queue had already fallen beyond the thousandth rank; who knew how long she would have to wait?
The old grandmaster spoke thus, and Zhao Lizheng nodded. Even without hearing the outcome, he could already guess the old master had won.
Many personnel bustled about, hauling dog carcasses from the rubble. Standing to the side was Lin Duanyang, who had just finished recuperating and still looked somewhat pale.
“Lock Mu Hao in solitary confinement for three months! He is not to take a single step outside!” The head of the Bai Shan family gave a wave of his hand, his sleeve billowing with the motion.
Still, her perfect score might give her some competitive edge—hopefully, it would be enough to vie for the right to bind the auxiliary system.
Meanwhile, the former king of Zenith Star—Rowling’s aged father—emerged from within, accompanied by his retinue.
“Hiss!” Luka pinched his own arm till it hurt, drawing a sharp breath. As if afraid the pain wasn’t enough, he used his fingernail to pinch harder.
“Is it him?” One inspector asked, while the other held up a portrait and scrutinized Luka.
Whether it was the future Pirate King Luffy or the future Yonko Blackbeard, both had suffered dearly at his hands, nearly dying. He himself had once withstood the combined assault of Blackbeard’s entire Yonko crew before finally falling in defeat—a rare honor.
The next morning, the wife of the patient in bed thirty-six appeared at the hospital’s outpatient hall, flanked by several burly men.