Volume 1, Chapter 53: A "Pleasant" Cooperation

Shen Zhao patted him on the shoulder. "Let's keep this between the two of us, alright? We're just pretending to be a couple in front of Zhou Lin. Assistant Chen, do me this favor, and I'll treat you to dinner later. I'll even put in a good word for you with Zhou Huaixu. What do you say?"

Amidst the purple-gold illusionary radiance of the Thor's Golden Blade, Lei Li sat quietly, but within his consciousness, sparks were flashing at a furious pace.

"You're the one I worry about the most." Xiao Tong gave him a heavy knock on the head and pulled him through the archway, leading him all the way into the outer courtyard's main hall.

His eyes slowly opened, and the moment they did, an expression of profound confusion washed over them.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the originally black-and-white sunset gradually took on color, and a gold-inscribed zero flashed brilliantly right at the center of the setting sun.

"Doesn't that President Li have a Taoist priest by his side? Aren't you worried they might be driven to desperation?" the Flower King asked with a hint of concern.

I opened my eyes in bewilderment, looking at the white brain core in my hand once again. Could it be that these tier-two brain cores were no longer of much use to me?

However, considering the situation over at Chiba's end, one had to weigh whether it was worth waiting any longer.

A sword Qi roared like an icy gale, carrying cold stars that seemed to tear the void apart, and instantly reached the puppet youth.

Lei Li used his divine sense to probe the strength of the people around him. Not probing until now, he was shocked to find that every single person here existed at the Myriad Transformations realm.

"Fine then, if you won't agree, forget it. I don't care much for your secret technique anyway," Ji Mo said, shaking his head as he continued walking forward without looking back.

Huang Zechao was a craftsman who did the same kind of work as Long Xi—he was a mason. The two often went out to take on jobs together and earned a living side by side, as close as brothers.

This was precisely the battlefield of the Demon-Refining Sect. The entire defensive line was overseen by them, though many other factions stood guard together. Powerful as the Demon-Refining Sect was, they were still just a single faction and lacked the capability to fend off the demonic onslaught entirely on their own.

Naturally, the ultimate reward was indispensable. The faction that ranked first overall would not only earn the unanimous allegiance of all the other factions within the mountain range, but would also be paid a certain amount of resources annually, effectively holding the status of the Mountain Lord.

By this time, the giant bird had already realized that an enemy was launching a sneak attack. However, having been disrupted by Xuanyuan Chengxian, it failed to take flight or evade in time. Its body was instantly pounced upon by a dark shadow, and a bloody maw suddenly loomed right before its eyes.

"This seat is mine." Ye Bai remained seated, showing not the slightest intention of giving up his place.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Alice leaped behind the enemy and swept across with her longbow. Nadiaville hurriedly turned around and summoned a blood shield to block the attack, yet she was still sent flying backward. Seizing the opportunity, Alice drew her bowstring once more, gathered a surge of violent energy, and loosed an arrow.

Amidst his disappointment, Yao Muchen sat down once again to resume his research and deductions, pouring two full days and nights into the endeavor.

Upon seeing his uncle arrive, Biao-zai showed neither joy nor aversion.

Chen Xinghai stepped out of the car and noticed the diners at the food stall casting intentional or unintentional glances in his direction, which felt rather strange. As soon as he stepped into the stall's seating area, the diners who had been chatting animatedly abruptly fell silent in unison. Those clinking glasses continued clinking, those eating focused on their food, and those cracking melon seeds kept cracking them.

Yu Jinhua's expression shifted slightly. She was well aware of the dangers of remaining entangled with Lang Hongxiang at this point, but to leave him just like that felt genuinely unconscionable. Had it not been for her, Lang Hongxiang would never have been targeted by the Fan family, nor would his identity have been exposed.

Wang Ke walked into the room, paying no mind to greeting Li Ke. He strode over in a few steps to the table displaying the firearms. Instead of immediately picking up a gun with his hands, he circled the table and examined them closely.