Volume One, Chapter 71: Perhaps I Should Offer Myself in Gratitude

Passing through a dim little cubicle, barely a meter wide, I bumped into another wall. I wondered if there might be another button to open it, so I ran my hands along the wall, searching. To my surprise, I found one. When I pressed the button, the wall slid aside, and I entered another office—a private one, quite luxurious. I walked inside, looking around, when suddenly I heard the sound of a door opening. Startled, I had no time to retreat back through the secret passage and so I hid behind the bookshelf. Then...

As the ghostly woman spoke, a flash of disgust flickered in her eyes. "An old man walked in..."

Chen Yan, Zhang Jingyan, and the others all stepped forward, volunteering to head south to assist the Crown Prince, their voices rising in unison. After those two tested it and found the long-distance communication truly effective, even more people rushed to buy in. Tian Yong and his group left three days later, taking about a hundred men with them—those unwilling to endure Li Yan’s strict military discipline. Since their families could receive the proper treatment, they saw no reason to continue suffering.

"As expected." Celia lowered her head. Doris must have heard about this from someone, though it was clear she only knew it was a compliment and not its meaning. Celia could achieve a similar effect, but her elemental affinity was not as pure as Avella’s; hers was more the result of the ancient god bloodline’s incidental influence on the elements. While soaking idly, Chris checked her tasks: another was completed, and the system noted an increase in this quarter’s task tally. Her body’s cumulative fatigue rose by about three percent.

The Golden Corpse Avatar had spent years tempering itself with Netherworld Ghostfire, and after refining two Nine-Turn Demon Pills, had finally advanced to the high ranks of Corpse Saint. However, further progress was impossible in the short term. At that moment, a deafening tiger’s roar suddenly echoed, accompanied by a howling gale. Everyone felt as if a wild tiger was roaring endlessly right beside their ears.

"No, there must be a way!" Wang Hu muttered to himself, his gaze suddenly sharp as he slowly sat cross-legged. A black and a white Tiger Saint Pearl appeared, circling him in slow rotation.

Having received a reply from his younger sister, Lady Murong, Murong Yanda left the palace in delight and returned to his inn to await further news.

Such a situation had never occurred before; previously, only brothers on the run would sever contact, but would the esteemed Crown Prince of East Star ever need to flee?

That old witch said those words. At that moment, I saw the club in his hand suddenly release a ball of lightning, which struck beside the corpse-faced figure. With a thunderous explosion, a pit was blasted into the scorched earth, surrounded by charred black soil.

"In light of the great help you’ve given me, I’ll cook for you—just this once, mind you." Long Xiang agreed with a smile, knowing how important this investment was to Wenren Junyao, and so he had to accept.

When Ximen Jing awoke, he felt a splitting headache and icy chill at his neck. His body was drenched and uncomfortable; he thought he had been injured. Reaching into his collar, he pulled out a half-melted snowball.

Following Hofenbor’s orders, thousands of underground bioweapons simultaneously raised their guns, aiming at Lu Yiping in the sky, and pulled their triggers. Beams of light easily pierced Lu Yiping and his companions, inflicting terrible wounds.

The sounds of battle—clattering and crashing—rang incessantly. I grew fiercer as I fought, while the old witch retreated ever further, and I could see the intent to flee in his eyes. Sensing this, I dared not let him escape; if he ran, who knows what calamity he might cause in the future.

"Fine, I’ll choose another word. I’ll take him outside for some air!" With that, Guan Xintong scooped up Loren, slung him upside-down over her shoulder, and strode out.

But this was the most direct and easiest evidence for finding clues. Though City D’s development was poor, its basic public facilities were fairly complete, so unsurprisingly, we found the person who had disposed of the body.

Though Wulan and I were almost sworn enemies, we were acquainted; I still felt some reluctance. From Lin Xue’s tone, I knew she felt the same.

The earth trembled. The Moline Legion, facing enemies ten times their number, plunged into the enemy’s heart. The green and red arrows, those long-lost sounds, returned again, and the drums of the God of War were beating.

Upon hearing this, Qin Yuruo waved at her maid and personally carried the nourishing soup inside.

West Gate Jinlian smiled. As long as her abilities did not disappear, she would always have a livelihood. Even if she stopped gambling on stones, she could still go to Las Vegas for high-stakes games and live comfortably. But this time, she had to win.

As they spoke, the figure of the Saber-Toothed Winged Tiger rapidly grew larger, its fluorescent outline brilliantly lit, making every strand of its fur clear. Its spread wings spanned a hundred yards—truly a colossal beast.

Skeleton creatures naturally loathed the other abyssal demons. The main reason was that many abyssal demon corpses were forcibly turned into skeletons, enraging their kin who saw this as a humiliation of their companions.

Xiaoyaozi scrutinized the man before him. Though he looked lean, his limbs were unusually large and his bones peculiar—he radiated strength. The bronze staff by his side was thick and gleaming, clearly much-used.

Xiao Yu dragged me to the market to buy all sorts of fresh vegetables. I couldn’t fathom his purpose.

He had enough self-awareness to know that even if he obtained the Origin Fruit, he would never be able to keep it safe.

"It's nothing," Zhan Muhua replied, leaning on the sofa, gazing down at the bloodstains speckling his checkered white shirt, a faint smile at his lips.