Chapter 100: You Truly Are a Villain

Meanwhile, on the twentieth floor of the Peace Grand Hotel, Zhao Manman lay on the bed, her entire body covered in blazing red rashes so severe they were terrifying. Her fever had soared to forty-three degrees, leaving her unconscious from the relentless heat. Under normal circumstances, a fever this high would have claimed her life, yet she persisted, her brows tightly knit, her face twisted in agony.

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Staring at the brand-new world before him, Qin Cheng clenched his fists. Given this second chance at life, he vowed never to die so miserably again. This world remained grounded in reality; as Xuanxia’s power grew ever more formidable, its allies became increasingly deferential. Qin Cheng refused to believe Wang Haojie possessed such abilities—Wang was merely bluffing, and the consequences he now faced were of his own making.

Yet, as time passed, it became clear that the teacher’s steadfastness had been correct. Without years of hard and disciplined training, no amount of talent could have achieved what had been accomplished. Or in the metal workshops, the hydraulic forging hammers for shaping steel, the hydraulic lathes and drilling machines for cutting and boring—these were indispensable.

Qin Yunhua never expected Shen Yan to reveal this matter so openly, stripping her of all dignity before the crowd. The Master of Wuyou Valley clasped his hands in respect, then disappeared in a flash. If this had happened in the past...

Despite her raging fever, Zhao Manman’s parents, indoctrinated by tradition, insisted she go through with the wedding, fearing that delay would bring disaster. With a single glance, Qin Cheng saw things he ought not to have seen; his eyes widened, and he inhaled sharply, almost against his will.

He Jinzhou entered the office, his head aching. In truth, he should never have agreed to Jiang Xue’s request. Ning Qing, a lieutenant of the Imperial Guards, commanded half the royal troops. Since the founding of the dynasty, the Imperial Guards had served as the royal family’s private force, known only to a select few in the capital. In reality, she belonged to Si Wan.

“One more thing: stay away from Song Yuyuan. Otherwise, I’ll bury your entire Demon Domain with you,” Song Beiyi spoke again, his voice cold as a blade pressed against Mo Ye’s throat.

“Auntie, look—you only gave him some incense ash and dog’s blood. The incense is ours, the dog is ours, but this... two ounces is a bit much, isn’t it?” Jiang Ma expressed her pain over the loss.

Suddenly, the red lights seemed to awaken, no longer drifting aimlessly but surging toward the seven-colored barrier, as if vying to replace it.

She changed into pajamas and lay lonely on the bed, picking up her phone every few seconds, only to find the screen stubbornly black.

“Is the elder asking me to leave? Have I violated a school rule?” Bai Ziyang frowned at the words, yet his manners remained impeccable as he bowed respectfully.

Zhu Zhifang grinned wickedly, and the faces of the Zhu and Tang families twisted into chilling smiles. Challenging two legendary figures of the rankings?

The moment the word “death” left his lips, Bai Ze was already before Long Zaitian, his frame straight as a spear, thrusting directly at Long Zaitian’s skull.

Zheng Cheng appeared surprised. He remarked that he didn't have such a maid serving him, called for Qin, spoke a few words, but admitted he hadn’t seen her in quite some days. The elderly women echoed his sentiments.

Huo Tingsheng turned back to his office. His assistant, face grim, dispersed the crowd of employees and followed him in.

Everyone moved aggressively toward the drop zone; though a kilometer away, they would arrive before the supply drop landed.

Before leaving, Xie Rong took special care to instruct the butler to watch Huo Tingsheng closely, determined to prevent a repeat of last time.

He flipped through the pages idly, his bored gaze scanning the text. Suddenly, Fang Yun’s expression changed—his casual demeanor gave way to a look of solemnity.