Chapter 131: Youth Has No Price Tag—Grandfather Buys It on the Spot!

As Bai Haochen and Yue Ye were discussing how to escape the Demon Realm, a powerful pressure suddenly descended from the sky. Their expressions instantly turned grave. Bai Haochen was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself that this pressure was incredibly strong—it was the aura of the Demon God Emperor. This pressure was so overwhelming that he had never been able to forget it since encountering it once at the Demon Extermination Pass. Yue Ye, dressed in a white bathrobe, wore a look of panic on her beautiful face. "How could His Majesty the Demon God Emperor..."

She had been exhausted all day yesterday and had labored for half the day today; furthermore, she had just been struggling to drag a heavy wooden block, so where would she find the strength to resist now? Even her cries lacked any power. Alan looked down, meeting her gaze, his thin lips curving into a wicked smile as if to say: "I am stalling for time, so what are you going to do about it?" Holding the only human Queen of Wind River in the history of the Dragon Race gently in his arms, he could almost be considered a good husband at this moment.

Elsewhere, Huo Zizheng had finished chatting with Gu Bao'er, but feeling bored at home, he ended up drinking with Qin Muyun and the others. He swirled his glass, looking down at the crowd below, where many were singing and dancing.

There was another, more important point: Li Yan wanted to take a gamble. Although he suspected that Qin Yibai might not be from the Yuan family, that was only a possibility! Even if Qin Yibai truly were not a member of the Yuan family, the extraordinary aura he displayed and the way he had effortlessly pushed aside Long Ju were proof enough that he was no ordinary person.

She managed to hold on to her, staying obediently in her designated spot, her mouth hanging slightly open in a way that showed she was clearly just as terrified. He knew that if the Beast King Palace were to find out about this, it would likely incite a conflict between the Infinite Palace and the Beast King Palace. The outcome was self-evident: with its current strength, the Beast King Palace could never be a match for the Infinite Palace.

"The wound is inflamed, but the doctor said it isn't very serious," Gu Anxi said hurriedly, cursing inwardly. She had originally intended to teach Gu Bao'er a lesson, but instead, it resulted in Huo Zizheng getting hurt so severely.

Nie Qingqing walked out and saw a car parked at the entrance. She lifted her skirt, bent down, and climbed inside. The driver closed the door and drove away. She arrived at the hotel room door, removed her hat and sunglasses, touched up her makeup, and then pressed the doorbell.

"It might be a prompt telling us we must follow the requirements; otherwise..." Zhou Ji explained immediately. The Lansier family woke up quite late today; even the most disciplined butler, Tread, didn't wake up until the sun was high in the sky.

The expressions of the dancers and musicians had already changed, but they dared not stop, twisting their bodies like puppets. Leng Yi’s words left Qin Yisan feeling a bit cold. At the same time, he recalled what Old Hang had said—that Leng Yi was Ren Sinian’s bedfellow, and that Ren Sinian had even asked Old Hang to teach Leng Yi how to manage accounts. If Ren Sinian were truly the person Leng Yi described, how could such a thing have happened? That fresh background felt like a knife, sawing away at the hearts of Cheng Jin and Ren Sinian.

Terrified screams erupted from all directions. The other youths who had previously mocked these class-level geniuses for courting death were now filled with a sense of shared grief and fear.

However, at noon on the day after the news was released, Xia Yi did not welcome Dongfang Xu or Chen Sha, but rather the person he had previously knocked off the cliff who had somehow survived.

At this moment, many medical staff were passing by. It was not a good look to keep things at a stalemate, so Chen Yuan pondered for a moment before finally relenting and agreeing.

Yet in the end, Li Ye, the instigator, turned around and claimed that Zhu Quanzhong lacked even a shred of loyalty; this was a total inversion of black and white.

Zhang Zixia lowered her head and thought, "Forget it, no point in guessing blindly. If something really happened, we would be able to hear it from in here."

Although Ghost Cry once again mobilized the corpse mist within his body, repairing his Azure Mist Armor in the blink of an eye, the armor was no sooner mended than it was pierced and eroded by the surging blood-colored poison mist, becoming riddled with holes once more.

"We are at a time like this, and you’re still using a tone of command, telling me to let you go? Are you out of your mind?" Tian Mingjiu raised her eyebrows, looking at her as if she were an idiot.

Yet he pressed her step by step, causing her endless trouble, until she was so angry she invoked the Island Master to suppress them both.

Du Yanhang smiled helplessly. Takamiya Shiori’s somewhat saintly personality was truly troublesome at times, but it was also fine; at least toward those hostile to her, the girl would certainly fight back.

Listening to Sarutobi’s words, Danzo lowered his head, his right hand clenched tight. He knew that sending people to kill Sasuke would anger Itachi, but he had gambled that Itachi wouldn't dare do anything. Now, however, it seemed his assessment had been lacking.

Murong Yuan’s mood was as gloomy as Bai Mo’s was bright and cheerful.

"Group three, leader Yi Cheng, members Yi Huai..." Yi Cheng was shocked that her group consisted of the five of them plus ten random people. Most importantly, she couldn't understand why Dongfang Mo had made her a group leader, leaving her completely baffled as to his intentions.

Most rogue cultivators in the world of cultivation had poor aptitude; they were unable to join major sects yet unwilling to let their cultivation stagnate and lose the chance at immortality. In terms of true strength, they simply couldn't compete with sect disciples who inherited orthodox traditions and learned great divine techniques.

This time, Jiang Se was lucky that she happened to have brought Li Jinchen along. If she hadn't wanted to avoid giving her father a pretext—by using the excuse of her sleeping with male artists under her agency—Jiang Se would certainly have broken up with Pei Qiyou by now.

Grandma Lou didn't argue with Han Lin. She had been watching lately, and compared to taking care of Lou Yanni, no one could be more attentive than Han Lin.

When Gu Jiaojiao woke up, it was already cool out. Seeing herself lying in bed wearing pajamas, she was instantly stunned.

"Hehe, don't forget me!" Xie Feng laughed, his hand equipped with sharp claws as he lunged toward Long Xingyu, who had fallen to the ground. He wanted to avenge the injury Long Xingyu had just inflicted upon him.

The space where the Xu family resided, while not a true Immortal Emperor’s realm, was only a hair's breadth away. A space created by a Ninth-Heaven Profound Immortal expert was equivalent to half an Immortal Emperor’s space.

Fortunately, there were trees near the water source. An Qiqi found quite a few branches from somewhere; they were strangely shaped, like elk antlers, uneven and jagged.

Her misty eyes held a crystalline sheen, and her crimson-flushed face was stained with clear tear tracks. She was already scatterbrained when sober, but it seemed she was several times worse when drunk.

Bai Susu remained expressionless, merely snorting, "Don't say so much for now. Everything can wait until we leave this Demon-Refining Tower." With that, she formed a seal with both hands, and a flash of purple radiance flew out, enveloping everyone. After a few flickers of light, the next moment they were back at the spot where Wang Chen and she had first arrived on the seventh floor of the Demon-Refining Tower.