Chapter 33: The person you called probably won't be of any help.

Wang Xiaoyan gazed at Han Yang with a face full of adoration. "Baby, you are so amazing, so incredibly manly. I simply worship you."

"If there’s nothing else, I’m leaving. Let’s not meet again," Han Yang said, his face darkening.

Seeing that Han Yang was about to leave, Wang Xiaoyan immediately blocked his path. "Don't go yet, I still have so much to tell you..."

No one knew better than she did the blood and sweat she had poured into climbing to her current position. She knew she had to work even harder; otherwise, if she were to fall, it would be infinitely more difficult to stand up again.

Thinking of the many dangers like this one that lay ahead, all the wandering beastmen couldn't help but shudder, feeling as if the air had grown several degrees colder.

Master Qitian was the technical director of the entire laboratory. While his cultivation level was not high, he was the most accomplished doctor in the field of genetics in Fusang. His father had once been a servant to Angel.

Ever since they were married, the couple had refused to spend the night at the old family estate. The meal concluded amidst Jia Meilan’s nagging and veiled insults. Shortly after dinner, Cheng Haozhong took his wife and left; if they had stayed any longer, his heart would have broken from the distress.

Ten thousand years ago, this entity had already appeared in history. As Sean observed it, the entity became aware of his presence as well.

If the Undead race became one of the strongest factions in the underworld due to their despair-inducing numerical superiority, the Dark Elves achieved their status because they were relatively enlightened, willing to trade with the surface world to acquire scarce underworld resources for resale.

Not even in the historical records had anyone ever seen a Spirit of the Mountain act so violently, let alone leave the land it inhabited or destroy tunnels—it was simply unheard of. What was even more troublesome was that the entity showed no signs of leaving; it seemed determined to stand guard right there.

Thus, as expected, the Pope remained unscathed, not even a layer of skin grazed.

The more Lin Mu thought about it, the more he felt this path was worth a try. He could use the Furnace of the War God to mass-produce divine weapons and then trade them with other martial artists for cultivation resources.

Although the pure Qi-Blood Martial Arts could not be perfectly replicated in this world due to differing laws of nature, Qi-Blood was, after all, a cultivation method rooted in blood. As long as there was blood, with some modifications to adapt to the local power system, it could very well become a new form of power.

Zhu Shigu saw it clearly and felt a wave of panic. Junior Brother Mo, while formidable in combat, was still too young—he couldn't take a loss, couldn't swallow his pride, and lacked a sense of priority.

What did a million mean? It was enough to buy a hundred-square-meter apartment in Pingchu City. Even for Xie Yumei, who was already a deputy general manager, it would take three or four years to earn that much money, let alone these ordinary employees.

Considering how many servers there were in Fantasy Westward Journey and how many palace duels or ambushes happened every day, Tian Zhifan was naturally raking in a fortune. Guo Chi was entirely unaware of this; he still believed Tian Zhifan was nothing more than a dog—give him a bone, and he would wag his tail; slap him, and he would cower in submission.

With her father dead and the Gong family members around her seen for who they truly were, she even coldly ordered their execution. She had no lingering affection for them, so the only person left in her life who could still stir her heart was Ye Qiu.

In a secret chamber, a dark figure appeared like a ghost. Before long, a stone door within the room slowly creaked open, and a figure stepped out from within.

This series of events unfolded in the blink of an eye, happening so quickly that even Zhenyuanzi and Hongyun could not intervene in time to stop the fight.