Chapter 57: Signing Shen Zhuxin

“There’s nothing like that online,” Ning Chu said, shocked for a moment.
Shen Zhuxin shrugged. “How could outsiders possibly know? I don’t want my daughter to be harassed.”
“Alright then, whose child is it?”
Shen Zhuxin replied, “Some scoundrel’s, not worth mentioning.”
Seeing she didn’t want to talk further, Ning Chu didn’t press. “Signing a contract is certainly possible. After all, I value your talent. As long as you can bring value to the company, it doesn’t matter whether you have children or not.”

Suddenly, a deafening explosion shattered the air. A surge of overwhelming power spread rapidly, wreaking havoc between heaven and earth. The ferocity of the martial force descended like a tilted avalanche, striking with terrifying intensity.

“General, I’m here!” Li Henglie, having regained his senses, joined the battle. With his arrival, Bai Zixi began to falter, retreating swiftly after parrying the weapons of two opponents in a single move.

Zhang Laoshi’s piercing scream shattered the heavens, draining the last of his strength. His body fell heavily to the ground, eyes vacant, a heart full of unyielding regret as he passed away suddenly.

No one understood the agony of waiting. Before, he could be seen during court sessions, and one might pass by the palace road on some pretense and catch a glimpse of him. But these days, he was nursing his wounds and absent from court, nowhere to be seen in the palace.

“Lord Chu, a troop is rapidly approaching from ahead!” Yang Xuangan was about to question the absence of ambushes when someone rushed over with the report.

“What is the final step, do we know?” Emperor Li Shimin asked anxiously, seeking any method for swift ascendancy.

Today, He Xue Ning must be protected at all costs—whether for her sake, for Shang Muzhan’s, or even for Zhi’er’s.

Outside Yangcheng, the fields stretched wide like an ocean of golden rice. A gentle autumn breeze deepened the golden hue until the entire landscape shimmered with radiant splendor.

Lin Kai said, “You not only see ghosts but see many, an overwhelming number.” As he spoke, cold winds stirred, and myriad spirits drifted in from afar, their wails and cries incessantly converging here.

Lu Tianxiang’s guess was correct—the first to strike among the three was that man. His attack alone made Lu Tianxiang feel an evenly matched strength. Possessing such power was indeed extraordinary.

Xu Wangqing, changing shoes, heard his words, turned around, and cast him a look filled with disdain and contempt.

Fearing he might fall, like any father, he followed behind his child, protecting him, making the child feel exceptionally safe.

Liu Yitong felt a pang in his heart. This was the first time since arriving on the primitive planet that he felt an emotional bond. Seeing his great-grandmother tearful before him, he was at a loss for words and only nodded deeply in response.

The warriors, knowing strength meant survival, paid no heed to anything else. They crouched low, eyes fixed on Liu Yitong with fierce intent.

Yet, seeing so many people coming and going, she chose to stay, busy backstage throughout the afternoon.

He smiled broadly, all eagerness and flattery. Xier kept pestering him incessantly, until Gu Chaoxi reluctantly agreed to take him along.

Strangely, at the time, his mind was clouded with negative emotions, but now, recalling it, not even a trace of anger remained.

“I share that feeling. For the tribe, I am willing to die!” Li chimed in beside him.

Suddenly, a swirling vortex of light rose ahead, its powerful pull drawing Ling Yunfan and Sheng Lanyun Kuang slowly closer.

This season, unless a player ranked near the top of the MVP leaderboard scores over a hundred points in several consecutive games, it is difficult to compete with Harden.

For many years, the Six-Eared Macaque had diligently cultivated his skills. Later, Wuyang gifted him the blood of the Chaotic Demon Ape, significantly boosting his strength.