Chapter 47: Overcoming the Crisis, Danger Approaches!

The cold rain continued to fall, its steady patter tapping rhythmically against the car roof and the towering trees around, producing a soothing “patter” sound.

Protected by the [Freeze] talent, Su Bai no longer felt the biting chill; instead, the rain’s melody seemed like a natural white noise, bringing an inexplicable sense of calm.

Outside, the rain persisted as Su Bai lay back down, wrapping himself tightly in the quilt. Listening to the symphony of raindrops mingling with rustling leaves, his eyelids grew heavy, and soon he drifted into a light sleep once more.

Upon opening his eyes again...

The Jin Yiwei glanced at Mao Xiang, firmly marking Lan Bin in his heart as someone not to be trifled with, then turned and prepared to leave Mao Xiang’s cell.

Thus, all that followed was entrusted entirely to them; after all, they were among the few Su Yiran could truly trust.

Early in the morning, Mu Bai insisted on going up the mountain. Jiang Mian, unhurried and composed, accompanied him to dig sweet potatoes.

The plan wasn’t particularly brilliant—anyone thinking it through could foresee it. The only awkward aspect was Gan Tianhe’s involvement, because the fruits borne of the Demon Tree required human souls as nourishment, an undeniable truth. Thus, Virgil was a straightforward villain through and through.

“Leave it to me. Wait here for good news!” With that, Liu Yu strode boldly toward the outside.

Jiang Mian pinched the chubby flesh on Erbao’s face. Over recent days, the little ones had been well-fed by Jiang Mian, and Erbao’s cheeks had grown plump and soft. Unable to resist, Jiang Mian squeezed a little more.

The power of the Martial Soul fusion technique far surpassed any soul skill of the same level; it was a force of an entirely different magnitude.

The crowd surged forward with a clear objective—straight for the supplies. They seized whatever they could see, utterly indifferent to how Su Chen and the others felt.

Since Su Kexin wished to take photographs, Liu Yu gladly agreed, quickly pulling out his phone to snap a group picture of Su Kexin and the butterfly-tailed goldfish.

Within the Great Summer, this man was undoubtedly a grandmaster, using the Great Summer as his chessboard and the Demon-Slaying Division as his pieces.

“Since you are someone the General values, I won’t bother arguing with you today. This tavern is yours.” After saying this, Yan Feng turned and walked away without further explanation.

Her voice was weak and broken, yet Qi Hao clearly heard the three words she uttered.

“The name ‘Hui Ore’ sounds nice, but in reality, it’s just metal veins tainted by the fiery forces within molten lava. You can go ask your Third Grandfather about it. If he knows, that’s expected; if not, he’s just an amateur,” Zhou Wutian said with a smile.

Shangguan Xin was speechless. Chen Da’s father pinned all his hopes on Chen Da making money. Although he was optimistic about Chen Da’s performance today, breaking the rules for this was out of the question.

After a while, sensing a faint presence, we quickly moved toward it.

With my current strength, I could handle them even without opening the Doomsday Battle Blade. If I fought with all my might, unleashing the peak Earth-level power, I didn’t believe they could respond easily. They would have to counterattack fully—and once they did, my protective amulet could severely wound them.

Though restless and uneasy through successive naps, Qi Hao’s condition steadily improved. At the very least, he no longer felt overwhelmingly fatigued, though his strength was still lacking.

Liu Dingtian sat up, crossed his legs, closed his eyes, and began to steady his breathing. Slowly, his heart grew calm as he silently recited the mantra, savoring the sensation.

Ai Qi was quite angry, but for now, she had no time to deal with Qi Hao. First, she had to finalize things with Qin Yue.

The few array flags thrown out only served to reinforce and segment the space instantly vanished by the Celestial Signs.

“Give it to him! This thing’s always been a hot potato in our hands!” Lai Changyi ignored Ruan Juechen and spoke directly to me.

Lin Yong grabbed a sandwich from the tray, stuffing it into his mouth as he stepped toward the direction the man had pointed.