Chapter 31: The Boss Is Definitely a Marketing Genius

The next morning, Yin Dongchen rose feeling refreshed and invigorated. He truly felt as though he had enjoyed a wonderfully comfortable night’s sleep. In reality, he had long suffered from mild sleep disturbances, occasionally feeling as if something were pressing down on him while he drifted in a hazy state between consciousness and slumber. He had previously consulted doctors, who attributed it to excessive stress and physical exhaustion. He had even considered the possibility of metaphysical causes. After those efforts proved fruitless, he had simply resigned himself to trying to sleep as early as possible.

The sound seemed to originate from an immense distance, yet simultaneously resonated right beside his ear; it was ethereal and untraceable, impossible to pinpoint. At that moment, on the left flank, Sterling suddenly made an off-the-ball run toward the baseline, raising his arms to signal for the pass.

Instead, the plan was to collect all the items together for comparison, then produce the results all at once. Just as he wore an expression of triumph, the group of demon-clan disciples from the ship behind him vanished into thin air.

Leng Yichen ignored him, his hand reaching repeatedly for the potato chips, which he consumed with graceful movements, pausing occasionally to sip his oolong tea. By now, the Princess of Zhao regretted her decision to plot against Shen Bao'er in an attempt to win over the General's estate; it seemed as though the House of Zhao had suffered one misfortune after another since that flower-viewing banquet. Su Lele had previously commissioned a batch of gift boxes, stamped with the Su family mark, which looked incredibly sophisticated and high-end.

Elsewhere, in a pit several feet deep, over twenty disciples of the Heavenly Profound Immortal Sect bowed toward the youth standing before them. Although he had slain those few Gods of War, providing a significant boost to troop morale, the actual balance of power between the two sides had not changed in the slightest. Even though the man before him was a senior he had long revered, he simply could not bring himself to utter those words.

Though he was loath to believe it, Ao Fang had to admit that harming Mu Chen would not be as easy as he had thought. He had never felt the Earth’s sky was so beautiful; closing his eyes, he imagined himself transformed into a bird, soaring freely through the heavens. A cool breeze blew, and the sanctuary appeared just ahead. The man immediately ceased his wandering thoughts and dashed forward, but at that very moment, a vague white figure flickered onto the path ahead. Before long, Tang Yanran appeared at the foot of the mountain in her professional attire; seeing the two of them, her slender frame trembled slightly.

His relationship with Zhao Lijun was quite close, partly because the Zhao family had taken great care of his family’s business, leading to frequent interactions between them. In an instant, many of the sages who had intended to surround Mu Chen retreated in panic. They were no fools; no one would willingly step forward to face death. Had they not seen that even the Divine Being had suffered a loss? Their own strength was even less sufficient. If he could forcibly seize the divine artifact of a Divine Being, their own power was simply not worth mentioning.

She was, after all, a princess; if forced to choose between her and Shen Yue, he would surely choose her. Meng Jingwen retreated ten meters from Shangguan Xinyu before stopping. Once she steadied herself, she stood tall and looked toward the spot where the pebble had flown, only to be startled to see that man with whom she shared such a tangled history.

Seeming to discern the thoughts in Chen Tianyu’s mind, Beidou walked gently to his side and patted him on the shoulder. Xia Huo, a person who had seen his fair share of grand events, was the first to put down his binoculars. "Alright, Luoluo, don't envy them," he said calmly. "These things will be ours soon enough!" Xia Huo’s eyes burned with intense fighting spirit, underscored by the absolute confidence of someone who already held victory in his grasp.

Ye Xuan finally realized where he had been getting all that food; it turned out he had been raiding his own kitchen. As for how the system transmitted this information, Du Jing did not particularly care; a single superior-grade spirit stone would be enough to drive certain cultivators to launch a carpet search for Liang Liushun.