Volume 1, Chapter 39: The Valley Spring Startles the Hidden Stone (Part Two)

Not only that, thanks to the strategy for the "Hidden Bow in the De-boning" quest, Ding Zhu gained a remarkably rich haul of spoils. Furthermore, she even activated several secondary profession skills during this mission, which came as an absolute surprise.

A few seconds later, the fatty's footsteps reappeared at the doorway, and his figure soon came into Chu Cheng’s line of sight.

In truth, Ding Zhu was never someone who enjoyed doing business. Even when she knew she possessed such an item, she would rather give it away than ever consider selling it. However, reality has a way of teaching you how things truly work.

Within the Great Yin Star Moon Palace of the Endless Void, the Taiyin Primordial Monarch Yue Xuanxi, who had been meditating in deep seclusion, suddenly snapped her eyes open. Two beams of Taiyin divine light erupted, piercing through the void before her.

Chu Cheng did not want to have a hair-raising stare-down with it, especially since the fatty had described it as a ghost whose face had rotted into a flat pancake.

The combined energy strike of countless warriors was enough to make even ancient immortals despair. The barrage of black-light meteors caused everyone’s expression to change drastically.

"However, when the time comes, Team P1 definitely won't be able to retreat; they’ll surely end up clashing with Team CST. This will be a good show—a direct confrontation between the top two ranked teams," Qiye said excitedly.

Lin Shengxi watched the grenade arc through the air, immediately locked onto the approximate position of the cold blade, and lunged forward rapidly.

The fatty reached out his hand, but the bridal robe in front of him had no pockets, so he had to reach out to feel the clothing beside the robe.

Yue Xiya was lost in thought. She detected a hidden meaning in Senior An's voice, which immediately reminded her of a specific piece of information once tagged by the Source Treasure.

Indifferent to Spike's solution, Hansen scooped a piece of meat from his bowl and put it into his mouth. He chewed the bright red flesh, sending juices that looked like fresh blood splattering from his lips. He didn't even seem to notice.

Shen Jingran cursed inwardly. Looking at Qin Shu’s curvaceous figure wrapped in a cheongsam, she felt truly desperate. Only Jiang Shudan could surpass such a masterpiece.

Perhaps, to Huang Rong, these matters were inherent and natural. He and Qing Zhi had a clear division of labor, established since ancient times; there was no need to consider who held more power.

"Who dares to disturb my sleep! I'll set the dogs on you!" a muddled, sleep-talking voice growled, accompanied by the sound of gnashing teeth.

Cui Xi, wearing white gloves, gently pried at Duan Meiyu's clenched fist, but couldn't open it. He slowly rubbed the stiff joints of her right hand, bit by bit coaxing them into softness.

Only now did Jiang Bai understand the sequence of events. Spending an hour eating his own gossip—not bad at all.

This sword was one of the four blades sealed within the ancient city, known as Mo Yuan. The materials used were so mysterious that even Han Feng could not identify them.

Because bloodstains and residual hair were found in the crevices of the copper ball, it served as sufficient evidence for the murder weapon. Mu Rongnuo begged Mu Qingfeng to let her keep the "Undead Guide" for the time being.

The players muttered among themselves. Because there were so many of them moving through the dark, enclosed space, their sense of fear was significantly reduced.

Without the obsession of Lan Xi and Quan Shaoqing, the Demon Lord’s forces collapsed, eventually being reduced to white mist by the sun in space and vanishing from the Immortal Realm.

Tang Ziyan shook his head with some resignation. His expression seemed to imply that in the battle between Xiu Qiqi and Tang Zinuo, Tang Zinuo was destined to lose.

Inviting the ancient gods was a task only Xie Mao and Yi Feishi could perform. Thus, while they were busy traveling everywhere to lobby the ancient deities, the apprentices at home were busy preparing for their anniversary ceremony.

Xue Tingfan stepped forward to help reorganize the county office, left behind disaster relief orders and grain, and after keeping several hundred of the disaster victims, he led his main force away.

After eating and drinking his fill, Academician Yang was exhausted and began to doze off on the sofa.

Returning that night to find that people had been swapped, the Emperor of Wei was furious, venting all his rage on Zhou Linlang.

Because the imperial court received the report of victory from Xu Qichang, Emperor Zhaoming was overjoyed and ordered all government offices to open early, demanding they prepare to welcome the imperial army.

A handsome young man in a vermilion gauze robe and red-scaled long boots strode in with the confidence of a dragon and the vigor of a tiger. His eyes were narrow and sharp, radiating a chill that could make one's blood run cold. Everyone he swept his gaze over felt a sharp pain in their eyes, as if pierced by blood-stained blades.

Only then did Li Jinzhi panic. Hiring a carriage was one thing, but how had they found out about every single item she had purchased?

When the time comes, it will be his turn to act. He will definitely keep Song Zhongjin and promote him, as long as the father and son continue to stir up such trouble.

Old Wu was about fifty years old, slightly plump, and wore a brown-purple silk robe with floral patterns, which made his figure appear even more wealthy and rounded.

He scanned the bracelet for Fatty Guo and then pulled it away. Even he was stunned by the number he saw; he hadn't expected Old Feng to be so wealthy.

Seeing this, Cha Xuan became even bolder. She only stopped her movements when Fu Guoyuan’s soft, heavy palm covered her own.

Moreover, Liu Meng had realized that the matter of blood being able to cure illnesses must remain a secret; he could not let anyone else know.

His breath brushed against the delicate skin of her neck, making Xiang Nuan’s heart tremble for a moment. He carried the scent she was most familiar with—that of a mature man—and his words were deeply moving.

Finally, just as Ding Qianye felt he was about to collapse, the two reached the giant shadow. It was actually a massive tree with a colossal trunk and towering branches. It looked no different from the sky-piercing tree at the Hero Academy.

When Song Zhongjin returned to the courtyard, Wang Yongzhu and Mother Zhang had just finished eating. He told them about the fate of the Wang woman and that Song Yin had fallen ill.

As she thought about this, Xiang Nuan turned around, but the moment she did, a handful of white powder was thrown into her face. Startled, she instinctively closed her eyes, turned her head away, and immediately raised her hands to brush off the powder.

However, Wu Jishan’s risky trip to the temporary capital today was not just to pass the checkpoint. A few petty thieves could only give the heir a glimpse of his insight and ability, but to earn the heir's favor and be entrusted with heavy responsibilities, those people were too insignificant and weak. He intended to present a grand gift—a true treasure.