Chapter 41: Blind Box Choices, Error Message!

One million.

Qiao Jia was indeed surprised when she saw the fourth-tier crystal core in the little goblin’s hand. She hadn’t paid much attention to where the crystal core ended up, simply assuming it had been taken by San’er, one of Xie Jinghan’s team. After all, he was part of the protagonist’s group.

Who would have thought it would end up with the little goblin?

“Are you sure you want to give it to me? This thing is very valuable.” Qiao Jia had no habit of deceiving children.

Ye Qiao drove out alone, flustered and in a hurry, moving with a furtive air. Today the weather was exceptionally fine, the sky a clear, unbroken blue like a flawless piece of jade.

He had been harboring many concerns lately. Ever since the Shen family’s inheritance had fallen into Yu Wei’s hands, the number of people loitering near the house had noticeably increased. Yet he couldn’t confront them just for wandering around, so he could only swallow his frustrations. Over the past few days, the bags under his eyes had grown deeper.

On a white, fish-shaped platter lay a braised fish, its color a delicate yellow tinged with a faint pink, lifelike and inviting. The green beans used for the eyes were perfectly placed, almost indistinguishable from reality, creating an illusion that tempted one to eat. Paired with a fragrant Western sauce, it was enough to make anyone’s mouth water.

This round would be difficult to control; even the upcoming vote was unpredictable. Any one of them could be a destabilizing factor, helping Cold Wind Passage clinch victory.

He didn’t know when he had begun searching for Xie Zixuan’s traces, but whenever he saw her joyful smile, the corners of his mouth would lift and his mood would lighten.

Tie Zhenfeng felt like a favored child, brimming with delight. Even though he knew she was lying, he couldn’t help but feel excited.

Zhang Lan, seeing this, thought for a moment and understood. The king of spies, ever suspicious by nature, began doubting instinctively again. Helpless, she continued to explain in earnest.

“What do we do now?” I asked, as the Poet of Vengeance circled my room, idly flipping through things.

I considered that Brother Xiao could see us; we could pretend to be kidnappers, and Miao Miao could still be as she was back then. If we could let Brother Xiao return to that moment, maybe it could actually work.

Thinking of this, Yuan Xing felt both angry and amused, but his main concern was Han Xing’s safety. After all, Han Xing’s abilities were insufficient, and in a place like this, it was extremely dangerous.

The Phantom Acupuncture Technique was not something an ordinary person could master. To even attempt it was difficult, let alone to succeed, especially since the manual had long been lost to time.

“All members of the Zhang family, come out at once! There’s an assassin in the capital—search the whole city!” Old Master Long shouted, his voice booming for miles.

There were more than expected—a horde of low-level skeleton soldiers and skeletal hounds began charging, with ghosts and skeletal bats soaring in the sky.

Su Zimo sang softly, not deliberately showing off her vocal skill, but letting the melody flow naturally from her lips. Her pure, melodious voice reached everyone present, and with just a few simple lyrics, she painted a scene both simple and beautiful.

Judging by the expressions of these people, that place was clearly forbidden to them, beyond what their strength could permit.

Yet, a noble youth in brocade suddenly appeared like a phantom, his sword flashing coldly as he struck, the chill of his blade sweeping out.

At this point, there was no option but to fight to the death. Lin Wei, having just heard gunfire not far off, knew that Yuan Xing had also encountered an enemy, and likely couldn’t break away to help him for now. It seemed fate itself intended to claim his life.

However, a battle beast’s body would naturally form a crystal called a "war crystal," whose energy could be extracted by special means to accelerate human cultivation.

Lin Weiwan was just about to take a sip from her cup when she heard this, her hand trembling so that water spilled out and scalded her skin, yet she seemed not to notice.

In front of them, on an exquisite sandalwood table, rare fruits and delicacies were elegantly arranged on crystal lotus-leaf plates and jade-green dishes. A white jade wine pot held fragrant, heady wine. Nothing about the scene suggested they were about to fight for treasure on the Tianhe embankment; instead, it felt like a carefree outing.

Li Yikun was somewhat puzzled. He followed Li Xiuxiu’s pointing finger—a sun and a moon. What was so special about them? Weren’t these the kinds of things painters always liked to draw?

Four or five young men mocked Xin Yi all at once. The pride she usually wore was gone; she sat on the sofa, head bowed, wiping her tears. Though she tried not to sob aloud, the tears fell relentlessly.

The entertainment influencer knew well how explosive Yu Fei’s revelations would be and how much buzz they’d generate, so they all began to share the post immediately.

“Exactly, you were interrupting. Let’s hear what Sijing has to say,” Tang Ruyan said, driving as she spoke.

The moment the main door was pushed open, the stench of blood rushed out, so strong it made one want to retch.

As Qiao Ru’an was silently mulling things over, others seemed to arrive in concert, and with Aunt Chen’s entrance, the hall soon filled up. In the blink of an eye, almost everyone who should be there had arrived.

Tonight, his intention had only been to use Tang Wanqing’s appearance to test Xu Rongrong’s feelings for him. The results were unexpectedly fruitful and brought him delight.

A glimmer flickered in Murong Qing’s eyes, and he sighed inwardly. Their grasp of the powers of cultivation was still too shallow.

Shushan was the most orthodox sect of immortal cultivation, and his sword energy, honed with the help of the White Tiger’s Sacred Embryo, was a rare achievement that gave him an edge and could attract Shushan’s attention.

“Ling Xiao!” he shouted. After swallowing a stamina-depleting elixir, he felt he could gradually suppress Duanmu Ying and immediately ordered the others in his capacity as Grand Elder.