Volume One, Chapter 21: Li Chengying’s Subtle Tactics

"Hehe... No need to thank me. Da Mu didn’t die, so if you want revenge, you’ll have to do it yourself. If you still want to thank me, just clean up and come find me," Lu Renjia said with a playful tone.

These local beasts were naturally ferocious; they devoured each other to grow stronger, devoid of any sentiment—everything was a struggle for power.

With the revelation of the dark world and the frequent occurrences of cosmic anomalies, cultivators gradually gained social recognition. Yet among the newly emerged cultivators, problems inevitably arose. They couldn’t find reliable mentors to guide them, nor dared to reveal their identities. Thus, the Cultivator Forum came into being.

Lost in thought, Jin Taeyeon suddenly froze at Lin Xi’s heartfelt confession. She looked up, her eyes wide with shock, locking onto Lin Xi’s deep, dark gaze.

Zhou Zhou smiled, not at all surprised, watching the two slightly awkward young people before him with interest.

Murong Qingran frowned deeply, her phoenix-like eyes fixed on the man lying on the ground. His black hair draped over his face like a waterfall, concealing his features. Two glaring pools of fresh blood stained the earth. He struggled to rise and run but lacked the strength and soon fell still.

But when it came to others, Lin Chengzai dared not act. He wouldn’t even dare to move against four of them—Sooyoung, Yuri, Sunny, and Hyoyeon. That he could restrain himself under such circumstances made Lin Chengzai somewhat admire his own restraint.

*Bang.* With his wrist shattered, the dagger slipped from his grip and clattered onto the tea table.

She instinctively screamed, then tried to retreat, but standing by the window left her no escape; moving back only made her collide with the windowsill.

Murong Qingran carefully scanned for anything she could vault over. Suddenly, her eyes brightened. Two soldiers were pushing a wooden cart toward her. Upon closer inspection, the cart was piled high with a stack of weeds.

“Of course, just like me, leaving Netstar,” Yuan Ling said without hesitation, for that was the reality he knew.

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In this vision, Koya no longer saw through the perspective of the God of Calamity but from a different, ethereal vantage point above the ground. She saw the God of Calamity and Number Three whispering to each other, though their words were inaudible.

Just as Yan Lang felt a flicker of hesitation within, the driver suddenly slammed on the brakes. Everyone inside the carriage was thrown forward.

When He Miaoran received Fu Yijian’s message that afternoon, she thought it was a dream. Now, seeing him standing at her door as promised, she felt a fleeting daze and finally realized she was awake.

“Finally done!” At that moment, Millie, who had been helping set up the studio, stopped and approached the two.

“No need for you to worry, Mr. Lu. I will handle this matter myself. I hope, Mr. Lu, you can pay more attention to your own company,” Si Ruiyuan replied expressionlessly.

But Zhou Longfei gave a different impression—he showed no sign of nervousness and didn’t even bother to look at him. This guy was truly discouraging.

“Hehe, it’s nothing. I’m not exactly in good shape anyway,” Xu Ran smiled calmly upon hearing this.

“You speak, I’m all ears,” Garan said from his seat, adopting a patient, attentive demeanor.

Su Hanyu said nothing further, leaning back lazily in her chair, closing her eyes to rest.

Regarding the cultivators’ reactions, Dan Qian showed no surprise but instead introduced the black jade slip again, hoping someone unfamiliar with it might make a purchase.

Yuan Zhenxia had already made it clear: the bottle cap had once been sealed and heated with a blowpipe, melting the connection between cap and bottle, which then solidified together.

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Qin Hu sighed deeply; Qin An was merely collateral damage caused by him, and if things continued this way, both were doomed.

The nearly 27,000-seat stadium fell almost completely silent. Amid the quiet, the head referee became the center of attention. Turning to others, he gave an awkward smile. The sound of the kickoff whistle was piercingly clear.

Then, the Unihorn Dragon enhanced its area control ability, further restraining Wei Feng with the drawn control force. It then raised its serrated longsword, striking down toward Wei Feng’s head.

Despair engulfed them. Even with reinforcements from the Whitebeard Pirates, the enemy’s forces had grown stronger. With two main commanders joining the battle, victory was impossible.

If both eggs were eaten or both left untouched, it meant the man was dissatisfied, and the matchmaking had failed.

Undeniably, there was some family pride in boasting, but without corresponding strength and achievements laid out, how could one boast so convincingly?

Lin Xueqin, surfing the internet, grabbed her computer upon hearing this and opened a series of design sketches—she had long planned ahead.

A long rectangular fish tank, over three meters in length, was carried by six armed police officers to the light outside the “Gate.” Behind Elder Ye, two others entered the seedling room, asking Shen Qing if the water had been disinfected, then instructed the two to perform preliminary disinfection of the nursery environment.