Volume 1, Chapter 48: The Siblings from Shu

Chu Ge slipped a piece of lamb into his mouth, his eyes smiling gently as he looked at the Tang siblings. In this desolate wilderness, encountering outsiders was a rare occurrence.

At that moment, the diary trembled, and a line of text rapidly appeared:

“The Tang siblings, Tang Aofeng and Tang Xiruo, destined to be among the top masters of the future. Unfortunately, their fate was tragic, ending in sorrow. Their deaths brought countless mournful sighs.”

Yet, Feng Yan felt no excitement over having slain a lord. He toyed with the crimson crystal in his hand. If the crystal core of the armor-piercing rhino resembled faint, cotton-like fluff, then Laixiao’s core was like a tangible, solidified form of pure energy.

The entire logistics department was now empty. Recently, their workload had lightened considerably, with overtime becoming a rarity. Only the sales department remained somewhat busy.

A reigning champion’s task is to avoid mishaps and solidify their advantage. Meanwhile, a challenger must push their limits, breaking through the champion’s threshold at a crucial point.

Most adventurers entered the adventure park in teams. After all, the majority were ordinary people without magic or just fledgling level one mages. Only a few were level two or three mages.

Song Xin naturally took the remark as a joke—after all, how could there be so many instances of love at first sight? Yet, glancing around, there were indeed some seemingly promising people, though appearances could be deceptive.

No wonder the black phantom occasionally flickered with a streak of silver—it must have been the gleam of his sword.

“You noticed well, but…” Kakashi spoke calmly after Naruto understood the full story, his words prompting deep reflection.

As Feng Yan’s deskmate, Ruo Qing was at a loss for words. Seeing Feng Yan come to school looking so disheveled, she was curious about where he had been the night before. Besides, he either didn’t come at all or arrived only to fall into a deep sleep. Ruo Qing was truly at her wit’s end with Feng Yan.

She had indeed sneaked out behind her sister’s back, even pleading with Bai Zhi for a few days. In the end, Bai Zhi had no choice but to agree to accompany her, on the condition that she took good care of herself.

“Forget it, to save face, I’ll just use the other hand,” said the rotten wood as he raised his left hand to block the golden-haired fist.

Speaking of which, there was a story behind An Qiyue’s name. The ancestors of the An family had a tradition of including numbers in their names—a “rule” passed down through generations. Though no detailed explanation survived, the essence remained.

Then, she slowly waved the soul banner in her hand. Instantly, dozens of black shadows burst forth from the flag, scrambling eagerly to attack Elder Chen who stood just within reach.

The guard who spoke peered into the room but received no response. After a long pause, he wondered silently if the person inside was still resting. If so, it would truly be a blessing.

But whether Louis’s “loving family” could truly achieve such harmony was uncertain.

He changed into black clothes, which had been carefully prepared beforehand. His attire looked impeccable, and every gesture radiated elegance.

Zhang Xianli led her through the staff passage, where few people were present. Occasionally, doctors in white coats could be seen discussing the patients they had encountered that day.

Hearing this, Hu Guifen’s vision darkened with anger. She grabbed a broom and swung it toward Huang Lan’s face.

Nanling Peng lowered his head and brows, silent. His demeanor was completely different from before, and even the usually dull Shaoqing sensed something was amiss.

Lin Jingzhe rejoiced as he began to refine this delicate force. The more he refined, the more substantial his Golden Core became, and his cultivation deepened with each passing moment.