Volume One, Chapter 46: Resting at the Post Station

Qin Ting said, “Don’t worry, I won’t act rashly unless I’m absolutely sure. I certainly don’t want to end up unable to walk.” The risks of undergoing another surgery were high to begin with, and unless success was guaranteed, she would never joke with her own life.

Of course, many people would laugh—she knew this well—because the King of Realms was far from perfect. Its rough beginnings and subsequent flaws made unanimous praise a distant dream.

Not only did Feng Qianqian know He Liuyang’s methods, but even He Liuyang could guess the purpose of her phone call.

But he had no idea. His father was under strict surveillance and could not reveal the truth from thirteen years ago.

Boss Zhu was not pleased either. “The officer asked you for money, so why are you blaming me? Let me tell you, this is the first thing the officer instructed us to do, and it must be completed—these two taels of silver are yours to pay, so hand them over!” With that, he grabbed Wu Lao San and started searching him for silver.

When Luo Yichen chased after her, Shang Qi was already gone. He quickly instructed the driver to take a shortcut, arriving at her doorstep. After stepping out of the taxi, Shang Qi was greeted by Luo Yichen’s handsome face. She wanted nothing to do with him and hurried toward her home.

“You! You! I am the Lord Protector of Xue!” Changsun Shunde kept reminding them, but he understood well that in such situations, status was useless; faced with those who cared nothing for it, he was powerless.

“I…” Shen Congrong was at a loss for words. Lin Xiangwan’s question was so direct that he couldn’t respond.

Though the battle hadn’t been fought, the matter was far from settled; after food and drink, the fight would resume.

The dual-horned, single-eyed bear let out a miserable cry; black mist surged madly from its giant eye, only to be entirely absorbed by the glowing sphere. It collapsed with a thunderous crash, uttering no further screams.

Fatty Li, of course, was unwilling to go. With both refusing, the situation was at an impasse; someone would have to step forward to break it.

The grand formation could be disturbed at any moment by monsters. Wang Ming pondered that in tens of thousands of years, far too much could happen; he himself wasn’t sure if he could produce offspring.

“The Three Divine Artifacts—weren’t they lost to history?” Li Mu couldn’t help his curiosity. If these things truly existed, he would send them to the Galloping Horse Museum, build a special exhibition, charge a high entrance fee, and make money especially from Japanese visitors.

The people of Chengdu had this attitude—no matter if the sky threatened to collapse, as long as it hadn’t yet, they would enjoy life to the fullest.

To put it plainly, she was in the grave-robbing business herself; she stole from the dead, who could not enjoy their wealth. She was, after all, a thief—what right had she to lecture others?

Yue Ming merely smiled and took out an iPad from his satchel to look at.

Layer upon layer of fine gauze cascaded to the floor, diamonds arranged along the hem of the dress in a peacock’s display of splendor. Under the sunlight, they refracted a hazy glow.

Ye Yuqing was thoroughly satisfied with her attitude. He had already investigated her completely, found nothing amiss, so he was willing to give her a try.

“They’re all leveling up. We came here today hoping to meet you, and unexpectedly, we did,” Yao Qian said with a smile.

His father had taught him: though there are ties of kinship and distance between people, there is also right and wrong. If someone errs, even if close, they must be punished; if someone is blameless, even if distant, they must not be harmed.

Yet, when the Mountain Lord obtained the thick blood of the Celestial, he did not rush to investigate further. Instead, he took it back to his cave and entered seclusion once again. When Zhang Zhiping sensed this, he almost thought the Mountain Lord was being treacherous, plotting to seize his destiny.

Unfortunately, the military formation hadn’t fully opened yet, and the soldiers from the Berserker Battalion or the Green Blade Battalion, who should have come up to assist, hadn’t arrived.

Soul Spirit Bomb was a terrifying secret technique that detonated the soul as explosive force, directly striking the essence of the soul. Even a cultivator at the Divine Transformation stage could be gravely wounded by a Soul Spirit Bomb from a Nascent Soul cultivator. With so many attacking at once, he felt an overwhelming sense of danger.

Even the whole martial world had grown strangely tense in recent days; people began to form their own opinions. Some disciples of the demonic sects became even more radical and crazy, but their comments were the most popular. Seeing so much darkness, people tended to believe the worst outcomes.

Roran was surprised to witness the performance of the sheep-faced monster. He had encountered this creature several times; its power was quite average. As long as you dodged its sudden spitting, it had no further means of attack. But now, its behavior clearly exceeded his expectations.

Mu Rongxin turned around and took a single step, and his entire body seemed to enter another space, vanishing in an instant.

His family supermarket was short-handed. Guan Xiaojun had voiced a proposal Guan Yunshan had long considered but never dared to contemplate deeply. Guan Yunshan was instantly tempted; though it might not change Qiao Yunying’s resolve to remain single, at least it would let her leave Fengshan Township and no longer be the center of gossip.

Fortunately, the game was free to download, and players eagerly installed it on their phones.

Four officials from the Ministry of Economic Affairs visited late at night, hoping that the New World Game Center would open a branch in Tokyo.