Chapter 29

Chen Mo found himself at the center of controversy following his clashes with Han Ping and the entertainment industry's blacklist. If the Great Devil were to intervene, the effects should have been immediate, yet his slow recovery from the underground magma's treatment hinted at deeper issues. The excessive mineral pollution of Anu Planet's crust and soil layers made human habitation there a（miracle）—it was unclear whether the inhabitants relied on space logistics for sustenance or if they weren't native to the planet. "Baka! Baka yarou!" the Japanese squadron leader cursed, his eyes bloodshot as he ordered his troops to pursue relentlessly. The enemy planes, no longer daring to strafe at low altitudes, soared high above, dropping bombs that rained down like artillery fire. The taxi driver's eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of the cash—roughly over ten thousand pounds, by a rough estimate. Without intending any sarcasm, demand dictates product, and he found this absurdity amusing, though he half-thought of deleting the comment later. The sound of cracking and splintering echoed as Tiaoyue Long's eyes bulged with rage, his pupils bloodshot as if on the verge of tears. "Could it be the light that saved him when I fell off the cliff? How did he end up here? Did he bring me to this planet?" Lan's mind was flooded with questions, but no one could provide answers. After fiddling with the cannon for what felt like hours, Lu Ping grew suspicious. Driven by curiosity from the Happy Pill, the former professor decided to investigate（check on）what was happening. After half a day's exploration of the underworld's surface "attractions," they set their sights on Mercury. When they met Fang Miao, his first words left Xing Lai stunned—he had never imagined someone could extort a hospital. Xing Lai finally understood why he would forever remain an ordinary office worker—lacking any business acumen. With no other choice, Zhang Mei faced threats from Feng Zhengxuan, who held nude photos over her head, vowing to expose them to her relatives and friends should they break up. Normally, the Zi family's elders, protective of their kin, would rush to aid upon receiving urgent distress calls. They were not indulgent with their descendants, but they would never abandon them in true peril. "Is this a joke?" Amei couldn't believe her eyes. Yet, such a scenario unfolded before her. Luo Ke raised an eyebrow in disdain, "You're already on the chopping block—what right do you have to make demands?" After all, while money and merits were easy to come by, certain things were hard for Xu Yuanzhi to collect. "You!" Ming Zihua didn't expect this despicable man to pull such a trick. She had thought he was just generously giving her his phone, only to realize the conspiracy. But being a genius writer doesn't guarantee literary success—no one could predict if Yang Luo would become a truly outstanding author. As he left his office, a guard conveyed Liu Bei's order: Liao Li was to step down from grain management, return home for reflection, and not leave without permission. The young man, whose presence was disrupting his life, was slowly encroaching upon his world. With bloodshot eyes and labored breathing, Li Tangyao sneered at himself—no, he wasn't crying; it must be raining. Many who fought Du Tong underestimated him, believing they could lift a thousand-pound cauldron just as well. They met their end under his hammer. First, because Gongsun Nian knew her secret affair with Fo Leng, and later, out of jealousy over her favoritism, she ordered her assassination. Dai Fengyi used this move to charge at a Wu Hou initiate, whose powerful blade forced the enemy to cough up blood and shatter internal organs despite blocking with a（stick）.Afterward, he even kindly suggested to Yan Yu that there was a clinic next to the gym for any（discomfort）.It's no wonder that in ancient times, with so many powerful beings like Emperors and Saints, the world would have been terrifyingly overpowered if the ambient spiritual energy were as dense as it is now. Xiao Lisheng's face paled suddenly, as if a sword had pierced his heart, the agony spreading through his limbs. "Let's not talk anymore; I'm going to eat." Leng Xueer obediently went to dinner, bought nothing, and returned home—but she felt like she was being followed on the way, though it wasn't Feng Xin's bodyguards. It was like her arm had turned into a mechanical prosthesis, though Zhu Jue hadn't yet figured out all its functions. As he slowly helped the person up, he watched Tang Bingyu, who was on the verge of tears at Zhou Zekai's concerned gaze. Not long after they met, Yan Changlan had heard Ye Shu mention the dangers of the Fiend Face's backlash, which worried him. But now, his attitude was different. "Who are you, and why do you know me?" Xu Qingteng asked. Seeing Xu Qingteng distracted, Liu Yongnan took the opportunity to stab with his sword, enduring the pain. Even if he had to say those awkward love words a hundred or a thousand times, he would do it willingly. "What's wrong?" Shen Xiao looked at Yan Su, who just smiled and changed the subject. In short, everyone enjoyed the meal, praising Mu Zhen's cooking, which softened the usually stern He Laosan's expression. Chao Xiexiao sighed, "They'll cooperate if it benefits them." Then, putting down his cup, he stood up and walked outside, with Wang Qing hurriedly following. The two headed toward the rear hall.