Chapter 46: A Weasel Has Its Grip on Your Neck

Meng Qinian’s heart sank as he quickly instructed Nan Yuanman, “Yuanman, you stay here and quietly eat your snacks. Brother Qinian will go upstairs to check the situation.” Nan Yuanman glanced up at the floor above and nodded obediently.

Meng Qinian hurriedly followed the receptionist upstairs.

On the third floor, the room furthest inside stood wide open. All the contestants staying on that floor had crowded inside. At the doorway stood a woman, her face full of helplessness, panic, and fear.

“So many people have squeezed in here…”

Suddenly, sensing someone approaching his ear, he whipped his head around sharply. A face, magnified many times over, reflected in Chu Shiyu’s eyes. Overwhelmed, Chu Shiyu instinctively took a step back, only to find a sofa behind him, leaving him nowhere to retreat.

He closed his eyes, and the movements of all the mutated beings in the forest flashed through his mind. They were like Chen Ze’s eyes and ears, helping him explore every corner of this forest.

Although Wu Kuang lacked solid proof that the Supreme Elder was using him to search for the Dragon Domain, he was painfully aware that if he was being used for this purpose, then perhaps his own father had once been exploited by them in the same way.

“Send someone here!” Li Ziyu shouted toward the door. Liu Guier hurried in, accompanied by four maids. Two of them helped change Li Ziyu’s clothes, while the other two had already taken up a guard position beside Dou Dou’s bed.

At that moment, the bloodthirsty eyes of the Yamata no Orochi suddenly swept over Tian Shenzhao Yi. Sixteen bloodthirsty eyes fixed on him, sending a chill crawling over one’s scalp.

The system kept emitting alert sounds. The items dropped by the purple-glowing boss were truly astonishing—each one of divine quality.

Meng Die, overwhelmed with excitement, unconsciously unfurled two butterfly wings from her back.

Hearing Zhang Nan shamelessly demand a reward again, Comrade Li Er no longer thought Zhang Nan was thick-skinned. Instead, he felt that this reward was well-deserved.

Naturally, the board members did not want to escalate the matter to court. It would be detrimental to the company’s reputation, considering this incident also revealed the presence of an insider.

From a distance, the nine wheels arranged in a nine-palace pattern radiated a ghostly blue lunar light, forming a backdrop that made the Ancient Yuan King’s figure appear even more towering and unfathomable.

As always, the style was simple and unadorned. The courtyard was mostly open space, devoid of flowers or decorations. Even the duke’s mansion lacked many of the usual symbols that display status and rank.

Fang Minghua did not immediately have Xiao Geziro unleash his skill. Instead, he waited for the perfect moment—angle, position—all aligned perfectly. Seizing this rare opportunity, Fang Minghua intended to resolve the matter in one decisive move.

Whenever someone shouted a bid, Yue Qianchou couldn’t help but turn to look. Such a grand auction happened only once every five years, gathering treasures collected by certain sellers over many years. Surely, Fuxian Island had sent representatives, though he didn’t know who. The Four Great Families would certainly be present as well.

Analyzing the situation from the perspective of a berserker, Ye Xiu’s use of a collision thrust could be seen as selling a bit of his own blood. This tactic allowed him to increase the damage output.

Having experienced both past and present lives, Wang Yixin could naturally discern genuine filial piety from pretense.

“The third one,” Yue Qianchou replied weakly. The purple-clad figure nearby frowned, casting a look of disdain toward Yue Qianchou.

Hearing all this, Chen Xi couldn’t help but recall the “Qingyun List,” the “Daluo Golden List,” and other such rankings he had seen in the immortal realm.

The moment Chen Xi heard that name, countless memories flooded his mind. Back when he was at Huajian Sect in the Xuanyuan Domain, he knew well that the sect’s influence in the immortal realm had been completely wiped out after being attacked by numerous hostile forces.

Chang Yuncheng was already heading toward the door. He didn’t care much about Fan Yilin’s strange expression; having his thoughts seen through, he felt he should be embarrassed and ashamed.