Chapter 39: Inspecting the Safe Zone, Turning into a Zombie.

Su Bai packed her belongings and pushed aside the tent flap to step outside.

The morning mist draped over the entire safe zone like a sheer veil, leaving the distant outlines of buildings shimmering and unreal, like a mirage.

She trod upon the damp earth, her boot soles caked with a mixture of dew and mud.

Having arrived in haste last night, she finally had the chance to see the true face of what was called the "Cui Gang Safe Zone."

"Qingjia, this is the deposit from our sixth sister. Can we add a meat dish to our lunch today?" Li Chunjian pulled out a hundred-tael silver note and pressed it into He Qingjia's hand.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Liu Mo analyzed the situation. The primary reason this man remained undefeated in battles against the Great Xia was his mastery of intelligence.

Hearing the notification chime from the system, Lin Yang had not yet regained his senses when a vast wealth of the latest catering industry management strategies and successful practical experiences were imprinted into his mind.

"Do not let things bring you joy, nor let yourself be overcome by grief." Zhou Qi returned to the room and lit a cigarette. When A-Qing asked if she could have one too, Zhou Qi nodded.

After another interval of time, five thousand men of the main infantry force under Liu Bei's command finally arrived at the southern battlefield on foot.

Homelander took Ryan for a flight before finally landing on the roof of Becca's villa. He wasn't deranged enough to drop Ryan from the stratosphere; he only wanted to trigger his son's superpowers, not kill him.

Perhaps he was too selfish. At times, he truly longed to keep Qin Man tied to his side every moment, or tuck her away where no one else could see her beautiful, adorable side.

He was also quite clever, capitalizing on his popularity to appear on several variety shows in succession, cultivating a persona as a sunny and cheerful young man.

Thinking of this, Lin Yang let out a sigh of relief, though he still felt it was absurd. He was likely the only person who owned a luxury car and had a license, yet could only look at it without being able to drive.

"Whose disciple is that?" Han Tianmin asked an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator beside him.

The several powerhouses felt the same way, save for one concern: with nearly every cultivator in the Southern Wasteland present, acting in such a manner would surely tarnish their noble and towering reputations.

A killer focuses on waiting for the right moment. At this time, Zhao Yi was watching the situation calmly, seeking an opportunity to strike for a lethal, one-hit kill.

As the man in gold-rimmed glasses spoke, his phone suddenly rang. After answering and speaking for a few moments, his brow furrowed as if the news were unfavorable. He then excused himself to Master Hong and left the underground boxing arena.

By now, they had come to view low-level demon cultivators much like human cultivators did—no longer as their own kind, holding the power of life and death over them, unless they were close kin such as their own offspring.

Qin Wu smiled slightly at these words. He truly enjoyed this atmosphere; the harmony between siblings, without the backstabbing and intrigue common in many families, was truly wonderful.

Upon their first meeting, there wasn't much to discuss. Initially, they spoke a bit about the Eighteenth Master, and afterward, they exchanged insights regarding their cultivation realms.

The images on the screen shifted continuously until, finally, a building resembling a honeycomb appeared on the computer monitor.

"What else can we do? We can't just kill them, can we?" Xiao Ruobing said helplessly. It wasn't that she was unaware of the consequences; she simply didn't intend to waste too much energy on this matter. The opponent's third young master clearly held significant power, and it wasn't worth fighting them to the death over this.

Bai Mufu seemed to have thought of something; he suddenly sat up and looked down at himself.

Long Tianyan shifted her gaze away from Han Xin and walked off without looking back. Like A-Zi, her retreating figure appeared lonely.