Her hard work was nothing more than a source of amusement for others.

Liuyi was forbidden by Liang Zuan from watching content unsuitable for children and could only stare at a blacked-out barrage of comments, letting her imagination run wild.

"Xiaofeng, the viewers want you to wipe the camera lens," someone said.

No sooner had the words left their mouth than their livestream was hacked and disrupted by the network technicians at the Eastern Base—the screen turned to static, hissing and flickering with snow.

"Heh heh~ That’s what you get for not letting me watch. Now you’ve left a loophole for the opposition to interfere with your broadcast," she thought smugly.

Liang Zuan pretended not to notice.

Liu Dingtian also stretched out his palm. Blue specks of light gathered and seeped into his hand, but he couldn't hold onto them; they slipped out the other side, weaving between his fingers like fish swimming.

"If that's the case, why hasn't the lord forced Tang Qianchuan to talk sooner? If we delay, and they manage to rescue him, we'll be powerless to do anything," Lin Lie asked anxiously, unable to hide his worry and confusion.

Meng Xue ignored the look from Hai Pili and spoke bluntly, while the two disciples making their report showed no reaction, as if such a scene were perfectly ordinary.

Ling stood there with three arms and a long silver bow gleaming with golden light slung across his back. His attire was neat and spotless, red eyes sharp beneath pointed ears, and even the most casual expression radiated a cold aloofness.

Following her direction, I walked over, shifted aside the rubble, and finally uncovered Zhang Xing, covered in blood and barely clinging to life.

Of course, the energy was simply the soundproof barrier set by Yun Chen, intended to keep Qin Baobao's shouts from alarming others. But the old woman hesitated, deliberating for a long time before choosing not to force her way through and instead continued to observe.

Before us now was a gigantic tiger, at least four meters long. It raced through the forest like a whirlwind, the tangled terrain utterly failing to slow it down.

Qi Hao didn’t feel he was getting an easy deal. The plan for Bright Moon Media Company was to branch into many industries. If everything went smoothly, annual profits of over a hundred million weren’t out of reach. But to give Yan Huan two percent of the shares for just this little bit of work—he was the one being shortchanged.

Most beast-turned evil spirits possessed agile animal traits, attacking primarily by tearing, clawing, and biting, though each had its own unique abilities.

"I’m well aware how formidable the Earth Demon Sect is. But since they’ve done something like this, they clearly don’t plan to let any witnesses live. As I intend to seek refuge with the Fire Parasol Sect, it only makes sense for me to get involved in something that harms the Earth Demon Sect and helps the Fire Parasol Sect," Zhou Wutian said unhurriedly.

At that moment, the mountain-protecting formation had appeared, its rainbow-hued surface rippling as if under assault from an unknown enemy.

Ordinary doctors were indeed helpless against this kind of injury, but with her skills, it would take no more than half a month to heal completely.

Chu Junru and his attendant were both highly skilled in martial arts; together, they were even stronger than he was. They could hide their presence, and the black-faced elder was said to possess the Heavenly Eye. In that case, capturing them would be difficult, and he’d need to make careful preparations.

This was the suburbs, home to the wealthy who always drove themselves; taxis were unheard of here, so Xu Xiner had no way to return.

Kong Keyang had been sulking all day, while Zhong Li kept him company with a forced smile, his face so stiff it was almost painful, yet he was too embarrassed to stop.

After knocking three times with no response, Bai Sheng, worried something had happened, apologized and smashed the glass door to enter.

Gu Qingzhu still clung to the harsh ways of traditional parents, but upon seeing the sweat on Jiang Fu’s face, she finally held her tongue.

Meizi Shan gave Zhong Li a slight smile, but there was no warmth in her eyes. Zhong Li felt as if a venomous snake had fixed her in its gaze, a chill creeping over her.

One was stubborn and headstrong, the other ruthless and merciless. If the worst came to pass and her parents didn’t arrive, what would she do then?