Chapter 51: Who Wins, Who Loses

Sometimes, those who are not professionals tend not to notice the finer details. Yet with guidance, one might truly experience empathy. The Imperial Consort was the first to take Zhen Xi’s fragrant pill, holding it beneath her nose. “Oh, this really is something… This scent… It makes me uncomfortable,” she remarked. It was like seeing a little temptress try to seduce the Emperor, and her heart was filled with displeasure. She turned to the Empress. “Your Majesty, would you like to try it as well?” The Emperor echoed her, “Empress, please try it again.” Even people from Earth, if they didn’t listen closely, would only feel a sense of familiarity rather than immediately recognizing it as a particular song. Tong Shuyia also noticed something was amiss and let him rest for another ten minutes, even having him lie down for a massage. After all, Li Changlin’s guardians had eliminated the wealth of dozens of streamers under the Flying Snow Legion, so naturally, those in the Flying Snow Legion had no affection for Li Changlin.

Several centuries ago, this world also followed a system of nations; various forces waged constant wars in pursuit of resources and territory. These people carried themselves with great arrogance, sizing up Su Yunliang and the others with sidelong glances. After taking in everyone’s appearance, their eyes fixated intensely on Su Yunliang and Su Ling. “Let’s move on to the next one,” Luo Tianyi thought in a panic, quickly starting the car again. Tang Yi first unleashed a berserk skill, then followed with the Celestial Sky Slash, an immensely powerful mid-tier Holy Heaven martial technique—the attack was certainly formidable. Smoke, shrouded in mist and full of tender charm, smiled, slipped free from Wei Jie’s grasp, and turned toward the door, pausing for a moment as she reached the threshold. The mountain-like Chang Yin descended, landing within a hundred paces of Chu Yan, blocked by the aura of the Demon Domain, unable to advance further. Nearby, Gu Jingfeng and General Yin were exchanging toasts, while Yin Zhixue conversed with Gu Guangye. With great camaraderie, Yin Zhixue patted Gu Guangye, making a remark that prompted Gu Guangye to gaze at her indulgently and nod repeatedly. Of course, in a way, this was the tragedy of the clever—dignity was no longer of any importance. Why had that scoundrel come? Xie Fuya handed the watering can to her maid and watched coldly as Second Master Cai approached. First, it was because the Lord of the Song Estate was desperately resisting to no avail; second, because Bu Dashan’s so-called arrogant words had proven true for herself.

But Wu Ruyue was also the daughter of a Marquis, yet in the Western Gate she could live so freely—it was no wonder Zhao Qinghui envied her, and even Xie Fuya found herself longing for such a life. Thus, during her brief period as interim leader, Tian Lu treated Cai Wen as if she were invisible, allowing her to act as she pleased. Fortunately, most employees were relatively obedient, and the work could be managed, at least for the time being. As a result, GNR’s options for support were limited. Brave Dad thought it over and eventually chose Luo for the King of the Underworld, who could initiate fights and provide crowd control—posing a major threat to Varus in team battles, though the lane phase was weaker. Still, with proper support from teammates, the lane wasn’t unwinnable. After finishing his speech, the god named Qian swept out of the Wuyou Tavern like a whirlwind, followed closely by Wang Feiteng and the group of divine beings eager to watch the spectacle. Night Sacrifice observed the couple, noting their heightened anxiety, which piqued his curiosity. He knew from prior knowledge about the staircase that the newcomers meant trouble—but why had the couple become so tense so suddenly? This was, after all, the lair of beast spirits. If a powerful beast spirit was truly lurking here, their actions were akin to sheep entering a tiger’s den. Ye Linlang was delighted at the thought—when the peaches ripened, she could make peach-flavored popsicles, and later watermelon and grape flavors as well. Yu Meng spoke with a look of satisfaction, surely not lying; since he said he wasn’t as good as his boss, his boss must be a top master. As for the Four Mao Stars—were they subordinates?