The Monkey Lord, confident in his superior cultivation, effortlessly evaded detection by the divine senses sweeping across the sect. With a nonchalant sniff, he muttered, "Um..." before directing his gaze towards the palace. Swiftly, he took flight, skillfully manoeuvring through the air and slipping inside through an open window.Once inside, he scanned the surroundings with purpose, until his eyes settled upon a long dining table adorned with a lavish spread of food and drinks. Roasted and fried chickens, tantalizing spices, and an array of vegetables adorned the table, creating a magnificent feast fit for royalty.A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of the Monkey Lord's lips as he heard Jayson from the sea of his consciousness expressing his overwhelming desire for the sumptuous meal. "Take them all," Jayson urged, "clear the table—I want it all!"In the sea of his consciousness, Jayson's figurine watched in awe and trepidation as the Monkey Lord elegantly waved his hand, caus

The Ascension World was plunged into sudden darkness, as if an impending apocalypse was about to befall it. Ancient phantom images of colossal beasts materialized in the sky, encircling the realm with an ominous presence.A fierce gale roared, its howling reverberating through the air, while lightning streaked across the heavens, followed by deafening thunderclaps. The cataclysmic display unfolding above caught the attention of numerous formidable cultivators, who sensed the imminent danger.An elderly man, the Sect Master, stood resolute, his gaze fixated on the darkened sky. Behind him, a swordsman knelt in reverence, addressing him cautiously."Sect Master," the swordsman spoke, his voice tinged with urgency. "Shall I assemble a team to investigate the disturbances occurring in the North Continent?"Without turning to look at the swordsman, the Sect Master issued his command."Yes," he replied, his voice steady yet filled with determination. "Gather a group of capable individuals a

With his head held high and a fierce retort on his lips, Ben arrogantly pointed his finger towards the group of bandits. "You fools have no idea who I am! I am the esteemed young master of the Thomas family, hailing from the renowned town of Huju."The bandits, taken aback, exchanged suspicious glances, their faces mirroring their disbelief. Ben's arrogant demeanour only grew, and he couldn't help but inquire with a smug smile, "Hmph! Are you trembling in fear now? It's too late. Unless you all bow down and kowtow before me, none of you will escape unscathed."The bandits burst into laughter, their uproarious mirth filling the air. They found Ben's words so hilarious that they clutched their stomachs in amusement.Ben stood there, dumbfounded, unable to comprehend what was so funny about his statement. Suddenly, one of the bandits dramatically dropped to his knees, his voice filled with mock fear. "Oh, young master Ben, we are truly terrified! Please forgive our ignorance and spare ou

Jayson tensed up, caught off guard by the unexpected confrontation. He hadn't even placed an order yet, and now trouble was brewing right before his eyes. It felt like a stroke of terrible luck.Amidst the tension, the sound of crashing chairs echoed from the bar. Jayson turned his attention to the commotion, witnessing a heartbreaking scene. The store owner pleaded desperately, his voice filled with anguish. "Please, stop! Don't destroy my store! What have I done to deserve this?"A voice pierced through the chaos. "Pa Lu, if you allow your beautiful granddaughter to become the mistress of our supervisor, we promise to leave you in peace. We'll even bring more customers, and our comrades will dine here every day. Just give us your consent, and I'll order my men to cease this senseless destruction!" The speaker was none other than one of the officials.Pa Lu's response was unwavering, filled with determination. "Never! I will never allow my granddaughter to be a pawn in that lecherous

After finalizing his plan, Jayson decided to leave the inn following his lunch with Angel. As he stepped out, the sun had already set, casting darkness over the streets. Jayson strolled through the dimly lit roads, his gaze catching the flickering lights of various taverns scattered throughout the town. Eventually, he found himself on a secluded, shadowy street.In the silence of the night, Jayson's ears perked up as he heard a voice murmuring to itself nearby. Curiosity piqued, he turned his attention toward the source and spotted a heavily intoxicated man stumbling towards him. The man seemed lost in his own world, rambling incessantly and intermittently taking swigs from a bottle of wine he clutched tightly."I was a genius," the drunken man slurred, his words barely coherent. "In the heat of battle, I faced the Northern geniuses with only one hand! Where were these fools? They hadn't even been born yet, and yet they have the audacity to call me a drunkard. Ha! They're lucky I embr