Chapter 38: Xiao Sheng is a Big Boy Now, and He Is Growing Fast

She changed her clothes first before yawning and turning on the camera, then, still looking sleepy, she grabbed her toiletries to wash up.

By the time she finished and returned, there were already over a hundred thousand viewers in the live stream, most of whom were either night owls or had been awakened by phone notifications.

"Those who stay up late are truly blessed! Hehe, I get to see our little ancestor just after she’s woken up."

"Our little ancestor is so well-behaved and independent. She got up, changed, and washed her face all by herself, while Feng Doudou and the other three are still lazing in bed."

Gao Dapeng spent the entire afternoon running errands, to the point that by the time he clocked out, he had only finished a third of his research materials.

Perhaps it was simply because he was accustomed to ordering him around, but Wei Jia always felt that Zhang Yibei was much more convenient to work with.

"Understood!" Although he didn't know why the Emperor wanted to meet that Wu Dalang, Xie Dahai didn't dare ask.

Perhaps it was psychological, but it felt as if a veil that had been draped over his heart had suddenly been lifted.

"It’s not inconvenient at all. He’s just idling at home anyway, so stop saying no. It’s settled." With that, Yuan Fangguo quickly pulled out his phone and gave Yuan Fangtai a call.

The only difference—or rather, the true advantage of Zhengtu—was that the proportion of wealthy and "super-whale" players in that game was undoubtedly the highest of any game on the market.

Ning Xinya was sitting upright at her vanity, patiently applying a simple yet elegant makeup look. The plain-colored clothing she wore added a unique, refined charm to her overall presence.

"Good. Let's split up then. You gather information on his dealings with those material suppliers, and I’ll look into his issues with the key leaders of the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission," He Yingjie said.

"Go ahead, spit it out. I suspect you’ll burst if you don't talk. At most, you’re just trying to sweet-talk me, and I’ll just choose not to believe you," Qin Yang said, flying along with his hands clasped behind his head.

Dou Yilong’s expression turned even uglier in an instant. The Ice Divine Envoy hadn't even bothered to offer an explanation, yet he knew he had no right to hold the envoy accountable—this was someone even the Supreme Elders of the Five Elements Sect had to revere.

He had been hiding in the Western Regions for decades, focusing entirely on his cultivation. Who would have thought that the moment he emerged, he would encounter such a terrifying opponent.

Lin Feng had never notified him that he was arriving in Hong Kong today. From this, it was clear that Huo Yunshan had a very tight grip on Lin Feng’s movements.

Before long, the Holy Ape Nu returned, dejected and waving his staff. He had lost the trail and dared not pursue any further for fear that the Underworld Phoenix might circle back to the camp and strike from behind. Without the Holy Ape Nu, the camp would certainly be slaughtered by the Phoenix.

However, since this place was located deep in the mountains and forests, teeming with ferocious beasts, it was rarely visited by humans, making it a secluded sanctuary for those seeking to escape the world.

For a brief moment, Tang Yi felt a resonance with the heavens and the earth. He knew this wasn't power stemming from himself, but an illusion granted by his Heavenly Dragon Martial Soul, making his body feel as if it had completely merged with nature. The world was him, he was the world, and all things could be mastered.

It wasn't just Jin Xi; even the scoundrel dragon Long Haori had come today seeking help. When it came down to it, no one was having an easy time. Moreover, the Rouran Emperor and the others had gathered here primarily to discuss Long Haori’s situation.

Yet, the bank card before him served as a reminder that all of this was real—more real than gold or silver.

Three horses approached rapidly, slowing down about a hundred meters from the church before carefully drawing closer.

Lu Chen finally sent back three words: "Kill them all." Ao Ling would understand the meaning, and his Five Elements clones would understand it even better.

There was no pretentious intimidation, no hysterical roaring, and no feigned calmness to mask fear; there was only a sense of tranquility tinged with a hint of compassion.