Chapter 295: The Origin of the False Human: A Century of Truth

Swish swish swish—

The empty seventh floor of Apartment 404.

Inside a room furnished with extreme simplicity.

A man in a formal tuxedo was bent over his desk, writing furiously.

His chin bore a scruffy stubble, dark circles lay beneath his eyes, and his pupils were streaked with inexplicable blood vessels, unsettling to behold.

Though seated, the broad shoulders and narrow waist of his suit revealed a well-built, inverted-triangle physique.

This only made things more awkward, because Melissa had initiated this conversation with such seriousness and formality; it was clear that something like procrastination was indeed significant—this was what Melissa wanted to discuss properly with Zhang Dawei.

Only when far away could such uncontrollable situations arise, because distant skies meant distant emperors; they feared not the imperial army’s arrival, for even if it came, it would take at least ten days or half a month—plenty of time to prepare, whether to flee or resist.

“Aunt Mei, I’m truly sorry,” Ming Nuan genuinely felt guilty; since deciding to marry, everything had been handled by her mother and Aunt Mei, while she and Qi Junze, for various reasons, had never actually done anything themselves.

After some thought, since that mortal had known so little, Yu Dao could not deduce anything—but he did understand much about the surrounding situation.

In an instant, the divine realm, distant beyond measure from the battlefield, trembled violently, as if the entire divine realm were leaping.

Cui Jiu wore a smug expression; after speaking at length without He Zhichun responding, he inwardly cursed—he had talked too much about family status, likely striking at A Qiao’s tender spot.

Xue Wan agreed and left the Immortal Clan’s Ascension Pool with the Free-and-Easy Divine Lord; as they walked, the places they passed grew increasingly prosperous, and those greeting the Free-and-Easy Divine Lord grew more numerous.

“Hahaha, of course it’s true—why would I lie to you?” Qi Aimin had not felt this sense of being admired in many years.

The soccer ball floated gently upward, tracing a beautiful arc before striking the goalpost and bouncing out, where the goalkeeper caught it.

“Mom, what did you call me for?” Qi Aimin helped Old Lady Qi onto the bed, removed her shoes, and propped her against the headboard as he asked.

While they hesitated, the Half-Step Yama had already stormed into the heart of the Demon Sea Abyss, beginning his journey to certify his Yama Dao.

Those approaching from the left end all wore tight-fitting attire and bore a fierce demeanor—clearly men of the Jianghu. On their left arms, each wore a sleeve patch bearing a unified “Da” character; at their waists, they carried swords and knives.

Beneath the flickering firelight, Cheng Li and Pusa Man both froze—because among the seven figures, four were bald, each with nine neatly arranged incision scars on their scalps—clearly four monks.

Ji Yan’s “Royal Power” had shattered every internal organ in his body into pulp, leaving not a single intact organ.

In the courtyard of the Yue family mansion, the blue stone slabs beneath their feet now glistened with tiny dewdrops.

As he spoke, Zhang Chen activated his primordial chaos transformation, enveloping all of the night raiders in illusion.

Jia Liang was stunned upon hearing this; having found Si Zixuan beautiful, he had entertained thoughts of using some scheme to win her—but now that he learned she was the daughter of the Si family’s patriarch, his desire vanished instantly.

What did they see? A feather fan and silk headband? A robe embroidered with a hundred flowers? A halberd with a painted sky? A red face with a long green beard? A green robe? A Green Dragon Crescent Blade?

As he thought, he inwardly seethed with resentment, yet forced himself to suppress it; his expression remained grim, and he said nothing.

“It’s only speculation—don’t overthink it. For now, just protect Xin’er and hold your ground; wait and see how the situation develops,” Song Lie revealed the calm composure of a superior, issuing his order.