Chapter 48 Opening the Book

After the Swiftfiend's death, Yeming's experience points reached 76% of level 73—or rather, the peak of the sixth stage of the Ancestral Realm. Meanwhile, while he was fighting the Swiftfiend, his other summoned beasts had likewise concluded their respective battles.

Seeing how much General Liu valued the matter, Zhang Kuan felt immensely thrilled. His trip hadn't been in vain after all; compared to merely making money, earning recognition was also a deeply exciting thing.

If one needed money urgently, a formal application had to be written for leadership approval. The procedures were not troublesome; the crucial part was what the funds were intended for.

Upon hearing the old master's words, the old madam knew he had already made up his mind, so it was no longer appropriate for her to say anything more. After all, Ren Yaoyin was someone she had raised by her side; even if she harbored a greater partiality toward Ren Yaohua, her bias wouldn't be so outrageous as to lose all sense of proportion.

As for those spreaders of rumors, Liu Fei couldn't be bothered with them. Zhang Kuan's own hands were far from clean—did he really expect someone else to clean up his mess?

Ren Yaoxi thought to herself that if she wanted to avoid falling victim to Madam Fang's covert schemes in the future, making Ren Yaohua realize just how terrifying her despised enemy truly was proved to be an absolute necessity.

Driven mad with anger, Zhang Kuan searched for Song Jia's number on his phone, dialed it, hit the speakerphone button, and let out a cold, mocking laugh. This time, Zhang Yanling would simply have to believe it.

At the sight of that claw, Murong Qi's expression changed drastically. From that very claw, he sensed an overwhelmingly powerful aura—an aura that even transcended the realm of god-tier masters, reaching heights beyond the divine level itself.

For no apparent reason, Xu Jiaojiao felt a surge of panic upon seeing Zhang Yanling, and hastily replied, "It's nothing, I was just asking casually, you guys go ahead and chat." She hung up immediately afterward, only to regret it right after. What was she afraid of? Zhang Kuan was the one who rejected her; what did she have to feel guilty about?

Seeing Luo Yueyu launch a sudden sneak attack from the side, Yeming was not surprised. From the very beginning, he had maintained a special vigilance toward her every move. The moment Luo Yueyu made her sudden assault, Yeming reacted instantly.

Listening to Shen Tingchuan's words, Ye Qingqing's ears turned flush red, especially with Shen Tingchuan's warm breath still lingering against her earlobe.

Wheat was long accustomed to such wandering hands. Since she was already his person, she simply let him toss and turn her however he pleased.

Ji Xing withdrew her gaze. While she still hesitated, she saw Suha follow closely behind Wilson without the slightest hesitation, moving smoothly and without any unnecessary drag.

"He might be the son of the Battle Dragon Snow Peak." Perhaps because the impending news was far too shocking, the old man took a deep breath and spoke every single word with deliberate precision.

Having been busy the entire day, Li Qian merely bought a bowl of sweet fermented rice dumplings with osmanthus for Gu Yao outside, treating that as their dinner.

"Feihu..." Yunmukan called out softly, her heart aching as the muscles on her face twitched slightly.

"Then why don't you try naming them?" Zheng Bona handed her phone over to him, figuring he usually relied on his classmates' clothing for recognition, which rendered him unable to correctly identify them once they all wore uniforms.

Yan Zhuang, Guliang Fu, and another figure clad in black rushed in the direction taken by the previous thief who had snatched the brocade box. After running a short distance, they slowed their paces, conserving their energy while cautiously searching ahead.

Lu Hao commanded the intelligent system to open the cargo bay, allowing the silver giant dragon Ying and Ling'er to fly inside. Fortunately, the interior space of this vessel was vast enough to accommodate Ying's massive form.

Yet the shock at this moment stemmed entirely from the melody itself—a tune composed by Princess Qiyang back in her childhood... Naturally, almost no one knew of this.

"You're just jealous!" Zhang Fan glared at Chen Daxiong. The beauty in question naturally referred to Nalan Ruobing, while the wolf was none of other than Zhang Fan himself.

Because at this very instant, the aura emanating from the Black Glory Divine Armor was no longer that of the Saint tier, but had reached the divine level. The fluctuations of a divine-grade spirit artifact were infallible.

Once he was slapped with the label of ignoring the coach's instructions, securing a transfer later on would become exceedingly difficult.

The moment Shenming spoke, his figure shifted, instantly transforming into a physique identical to Zhang Fan's.

"Everyone tell me, does this matter concern us, or does it concern Officer Wei?" Xiao Yao shouted at the top of his lungs toward the surrounding crowd.

The newcomer was named Chen Bo, a scion of the Chen family, one of the four major clans of the Alpine Sect. Behind him followed seven or eight other Alpine Sect disciples, strolling leisurely toward the spot.

After idling away over an hour on the streets, the time finally ticked to nine-fifty. Only then did Bell and I walk unhurriedly toward the western restaurant.

Across this entire realm, if anyone still possessed absolute control over the Dragon race, aside from Luobei, there was simply no one else.

With Huang Di's formidable spiritual awareness, even he could experience such an occurrence, which gave a clear indication of just how immense this pressure truly was.

Under these circumstances, it was naturally impossible for him to exhaust all his strength in a desperate death match. Rationally managing one's physical stamina was also a crucial science for professional players.

At the Eight Immortals Tower Gambling Stone Convention, Jian Yao had purchased a piece of raw stone, originally intending to craft a pair of jade bracelets for her mother and a pendant for her unborn younger sibling, which was why she had the items delivered here.

This was already the fifteenth year following the apocalypse. Although quite a number of survivors remained on the protagonist's side—perhaps even populations scattered across most cities—there had never emerged an organization capable of, or willing to launch, a nationwide rescue effort.

Watching it made my skin crawl. In this lifetime, I didn't fear ghosts and goblins; my only phobia was creatures like snakes and insects.

A while back, Fangyu County had been thrown into utter turmoil by malignant ghosts, and he had previously thought that no City God actually existed there.