Volume One, Chapter 30: A Taste of Hardship

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Zhao Tielu’s face flashed with exasperation; he wanted to curse, but he ultimately held it back. In this other world, there was no such thing as long-range strikes; due to radiation in the air, any electronic guidance or positioning equipment was useless.

"I said, I want the twenty tons." A-Ming frowned. One ton of water is one cubic meter—that is common knowledge.

A line of supportive slogans flashed across the barrage, the screen filled with white text, so dense that Wen Chuliu’s face could not be seen at all.

Mi Yukun took the lead. His demeanor made the two men behind him look less like scions of prominent families and more like hired thugs. From behind, Mi Yukun looked every bit the noble young master.

Back then, Auntie Qin had spent almost all her money to help him forget everything, finding someone capable of performing a deep hypnosis to erase his memories.

"Hey, who are you calling an old man?" the student from the neighboring dormitory retorted angrily. But he understood the point; lights-out was coming soon. It wasn’t about fearing the dorm supervisor, but creating a scene before lights-out could be excused as play, whereas continuing afterward would be inconsiderate.

The cold not only chilled him to the bone but also snapped him out of his desire to keep showing off his skills. In this day and age, it is incredibly difficult to coddle fans without real strength.

Miao Xurong lowered her head, the corners of her lips curling slightly, but when she looked up again, she wore that same innocent and hesitant expression.

Appraisal Skill: A skill with no cooldown that can identify the origin, flavor, nutritional value, and some hidden information of any item.

"I hope I’m just overthinking it, but these past few days I’ve felt an unease in my heart, as if something is about to happen," another officer said, surveying the surroundings with a frown.

Little did he know, as he looked down, he gasped involuntarily: "White Tooth." He saw the dagger pressed against his throat. Though he couldn’t see the whole thing, the pure white glow was unmistakable.

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The difference in status is irreconcilable. Servants in the Tang Dynasty had personal freedom; their masters could neither beat nor kill them. Slaves, however, had no freedom at all; they were merely the property of their owners, who could do as they pleased with them. Comparing the two is like comparing heaven and earth; the gap is immense.

Ruan Dacheng was generous, but that was not Cui’s original intention; it was merely an unexpected bonus. Cui simply nodded without saying a word.

Times had changed. Xia Hanti was not going to neglect herself, especially for the sake of the child in her womb, not to mention the one at home who was injured. After handling and delegating all matters in the morning, she prepared to head home as soon as noon arrived.

Xie Jiu was so hot that she didn't even have the energy to be angry at Wei Chi. She turned around, revealing a graceful silhouette to the man. Wei Chi ignored her, his eyes wide as he stared blankly at the ceiling, muttering something incomprehensible.

Yu Changgong was in charge over there. His boisterous personality could easily intimidate others, but those who knew him well understood he wasn't truly brainless; if he were just a brute, the Fourth Prince wouldn't have entrusted the rear guard to him.

"That is naturally no problem, but if I take a life-bound oath to never betray you, you five must also reciprocate and take a life-bound oath to move forward and retreat together with me!" Wuming said.

The two menacing strings suddenly turned into two wisps of green smoke and vanished. Only then did the disciples realize it was a false alarm and returned to their formations.

Yet these mermen were indeed heading in this direction, their expressions and gestures filled with hostility, revealing rows of tiny, sharp teeth.

Once the two had agreed, they stood before Old Zheng. Old Zheng maintained his usual tone, apologizing to Li Lingfeng repeatedly.

Once the number was dialed, there was no turning back. Before long, the phone was answered, and Haifeng spoke his first sentence in a very sincere tone.

It was evident that the original preparations had undergone unknown changes and were no longer as he had imagined.

Most of the security team were ordinary men who wanted no part in such matters. Fearing they might be mistaken for having been harassed by Qin Xiaotian or being involved in some scandalous affair, they simply vanished.

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"Help those who help themselves." Zhang Xu’s acquisition of this pipe could be called a serendipitous encounter for any treasure hunter, and a well-deserved reward.

"You... you are shameless." I tried to lower my gaze, but I couldn't see my chest, fearing that my inner undergarments might have been torn by him, which would be utterly humiliating.

Sitting at the very back was a silent giant, a Great Saint of the Merman tribe brought by Huoyun. His height of over three meters made him stand out. Huoyun hadn't mentioned his name, and Li Muye hadn't asked.

Seeing the other party flee in a panic, Li Feiyu knew they must have been overwhelmed by the pungent scent of the gift that had just appeared. He didn't even bother to think about whether the second mission could be completed; the system hadn't set a time limit, anyway.

Yet, anyone who jumped out to throw a punch at this moment was definitely a person of justice, a true hero.

Thinking this, he was about to turn and leave, when he suddenly remembered that the Mechanical Rat King’s super-large energy core was not something that could be easily taken away. How could Guo De have spirited it away in these few short months without the academy noticing? Could it be that Guo De had abandoned the super-large energy core?

He turned to instruct He Junjing: "Get the ancestral tablets ready. Regardless of anything else, she remains a child of the He family."

In the following days, I would stroll through the courtyard every day; out of boredom, I even learned how to plant flowers and vegetables.

Since the truth could not be learned from Zhou Danxi, Lie Yang did not press the matter. He sat down to eat some local tea and snacks, washing away the fatigue of the long journey.

Something that could hold anything, seal itself off from the outside world, and reap lives—if this wasn't a divine artifact, then what could be?