Chapter 57: The Aquaculture Farm

Helping him manage all matters related to Stan Games and Stan Films, as well as various affairs in the related industries that followed.

“Forget it, I really can’t go through with it after all.” Hera shook her head, gazing at the wand in her hand with a sigh.

Bright sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the small room where two men sat with their heads pressed together, absorbed in their mysterious study.

That night, there were neither stars nor moon; apart from the campfire in front of Uncle Gong, there was only endless darkness and danger.

Even in Qingyun City, five thousand miles away, news of Jiangbei slaying the King of Xichen had spread, thanks to deliberate publicity.

But things did not go as hoped. The skeletons were not as sturdy as imagined; they shattered at the slightest force, crumbling into powder on the ground.

A gigantic creature crashed violently to the floor, and everyone felt the terrifying impact, as if the chamber itself trembled from the force. They could almost see the massive serpent uncoiling its body from Salazar Slytherin’s mouth.

The gods’ divine powers hung high over the nine realms, but without a deity’s permission, no clansman dared to invoke them.

He was in a rather shabby operating room; the narrow bed in the corner, fashioned from an iron frame, served as the surgical table. The walls were tinged yellow with age, and the old patterned floor was littered with bone fragments and strands of hair.

“Yes, our task is a formidable one,” Lupin said with a smile. Though clearly exhausted, his smile at that moment was truly radiant.

After a night’s sleep, the man was full of energy. Something within him was already primed to burst forth, and paired with that delicate voice at the start of the month, her words made him feel like an arrow drawn taut, brimming with vigor and pride.

Xi Fuwei went to continue tidying up her living quarters, and in the meantime, several captains came by to clean the courtyard.

Everyone was knocked back by a surge of true energy, tumbling to the ground with cries of pain. Wen Shang swept the scene with a cold glance and strode toward the shop, but just then, a woman in a green dress appeared, walking out with poised elegance.

“I miss you so much—don’t you miss me at all?” His low voice sounded again, tinged with grievance and longing.

For some reason, the Green Fox King let out a long sigh of relief. If the Southwest Legion had held the front lines for much longer, with the demon army achieving nothing after so many battles, the blow to morale would have been devastating.

Among the top ten, aside from Fan Chen being directly eliminated and Wen Mohan rising to tenth place, only Hu Yan Ziru saw a change in points—with a sudden jump of ten.

“Don’t just talk about you—I haven’t seen her in ages, either, and I can’t reach her at all,” Wang Xudong said helplessly.

Initially, Fu Chuo Xian, being older and having entered the Zou residence earlier, naturally adopted a senior’s attitude towards Xi Fuwei, who joined later.

At the same time, the corner of his mouth lifted, but strangely, only the left side curled up while the right remained flat. This terrifying visage, surely shaped by countless killings, inspired a chilling dread, sapping all will to fight at the mere sight.

Though their side still outnumbered the opponents—thirteen to nine—Mo Jiutian had already been defeated and was no longer capable of fighting. As for Lin Xiao, though somewhat spent, his fighting power remained formidable.

“I’ll blow your head off...” he spat out the threat, but his hand holding the gun only trembled harder.

Chen Nian, terrified, struggled desperately, but in the end, he carried her into the bathing chamber, where he carefully washed her and helped her dress. Only after tidying himself did he leave with Elder Qiao and a few attendants, leaving Shunping behind to assist Chen Nian.

At the sight of Chu Qiao, Huang Xiuling calmed herself and smoothed her brow. Without knowing her colleagues’ situations, she had made arrangements too hastily—this time, she truly had been careless! Huang Xiuling was strict with others and a perfectionist at heart, so she demanded even more of herself, always striving to do better.

“Dong’er, don’t be like this—you’re torturing me, do you understand?” Mu Zicheng gazed at her in pain, the ache spreading inside him.

At once, it was as if a string had been loosened in the office area. Grateful colleagues glanced at Chu Qiao; had she not returned, Old Tiger Huang might have continued lecturing them! As soon as the boss left, the previously clustered colleagues scattered like monkeys, each busy with their own affairs.

If she gave in and moved back to the Palace of Eternal Happiness, it would be tantamount to conceding defeat to Mu Yun. By then, he would probably think she had finally submitted to him.

“My lord, don’t worry too much. His Majesty has yet to make up his mind, and the Di Hu are only tentatively interested. When things come, we’ll handle them. Besides, Tang Ying is still here!” Lady Tang offered comfort. Throughout her life, she had schemed with skill, yet fate paired her with a loyal and upright husband. She had embraced the role of virtuous wife and loving mother—and found joy in it.

She had nothing to do with them, not a single coin’s worth, and she had drawn a clear line between herself and Mu Yun from the very start. In the end, she gained nothing but a heap of blame—did they really think Sang Li was such a fool?

Ye Chen’s temper flared as he forcefully stuffed the gun into her pocket, pulled her into the car with a sweep of his long arm, then took the driver’s seat and sped off.

By the end, Xue Qi was almost whispering, her true feelings laid bare. Zhao Qier felt a resonance within her heart—if it were her, she might have done the same.

“King of the Underworld, when will your duel with Elder Ming Feng take place? Uncle Ouyang and I have promised to help, but we can’t linger here too long. Please give us a clear date—if it’s still days away, we’ll take our leave and return in time for the battle,” Han Bing said.

So, if Ye Yulin and Ye Shouli ever had a difference of opinion, the Ye clan would likely side with Ye Shouli.

Even Feng Guang, she never believed she could surpass, until a pair of hands covered Feng Guang’s eyes.

About fifty minutes later, Xia Fan arrived at his destination. To his surprise, the gates stood open, and Liu Qianfang’s party was already waiting outside. Upon seeing Xia Fan step out of the car, they hurried forward to greet him.

The evolution of his spiritual sight filled Xia Fan with ecstatic joy. When he realized its potential for diagnosing illness, he saw it as more precise, rapid, and convenient than any 4D ultrasound, spiral CT, or MRI—no power supply needed, always ready at hand.

He hadn’t meant to say it, but couldn’t hold back and blurted it out. The moment the words left his mouth, he regretted it.

“Our guiding principle at Saint High has always been that, aside from a student’s individual excellence, academic performance is equally important,” Rao Guofu said with a smile.