Chapter Thirty-Nine: Poor Little Cabbage, Withered in the Field

The dog-headed monster spoke with such conviction that Qian Ying could not help but believe him. Besides, even if it were a violation, the system would be the one to punish it; it had nothing to do with him.

If luck was on their side, they might brush against Xu Fan’s clothes, but that was all. Their attacks simply could not land on him. Xu Fan was like a ghost; just as they were about to strike him the next second, he would suddenly vanish without a trace, leaving their attacks to strike empty air.

Furthermore, these guns were military-grade, loaded with steel-core explosive bullets. Their power was dozens of times greater than the civilian ammunition Wu Fan had encountered in the underground casino. Thus, even a master as formidable as Li Ruochan dared not attempt to catch them.

In the room, Chu Qiao frowned and sighed softly before withdrawing her gaze. The outcome was set; there was no saving that man. She picked up the teacup on the table and took a light sip.

He was no fool. Now was not the time to be a hero; a man of stature knows when to bend and when to stand tall. What did dodging matter? In his eyes, these fellows were already dead men walking.

"Is that so?" Ye Musheng smiled. He paused, not continuing his thought, but remained smiling, his eyes narrowed and his sharp gaze fixed on He Su.

"Qing'er... that name sounds so intimate. We must have been very close, right?" Su Ju'an asked.

"Heh..." With a sharp gaze locked onto Yan Luo, Ye Musheng curled his thin lips into a cold sneer, though the gloom and displeasure in his heart dissipated slightly.

The moment he returned, Lu Yu had someone notify Er Ni that he wanted to buy that plot of land. After all, it was already planted with rice paddies, and Lu Yu was not one to bully others by forcibly seizing it.

Moreover, Pan Yangshu was truly dishonorable, actually attempting a sneak attack from behind Wu Fan. If he had managed to land that blow, it would be a miracle if Wu Fan’s head hadn't turned into a smashed watermelon.

Forcing Bai Changtian back with a single strike, Beiming Changfeng shifted his feet and, from a position of dominance, unleashed a punch toward Bai Changtian, who was retreating down from the observation deck.

Beiming Changfeng’s eyes glinted with a sharp, cold light. He squinted slightly and looked up through the window at the distant sea, which had now fallen into a deathly silence.

That great battle was earth-shattering, causing constant upheavals in the heavens and the earth. It could be called the greatest battle in the history of the Spirit Realm—unprecedented in the past, and surely, there would be no successor to such a feat.

He had no choice but to call the political department. "Save the footage you recorded of the scene; it will be useful later."

Therefore, Xiao Yumia did not wait for those around to react; she hurried to follow Taishi Xiaoyuan, becoming the second person to step out of the great hall.

The damaged meridians within Yun Shitain were mending and healing at a speed that could be clearly felt.

"Eldest Young Master, what are you doing?" Ziyu was suddenly startled; she braced her hands against the bed and looked up. This place was as hot as a volcano—what did he intend to do?

The weather was fickle; the sunny day turned in an instant, and soon, a heavy downpour began. We rushed the donkey home, and by the time we got through the door and tethered the cart, the chickens in our hands were soaked to the bone.

I was worried about Wang Gui—not that he would die, but that he might have already found the entrance to the tomb. If that were the case, it would be dangerous. Otherwise, why would he risk his life to send us away?

Qingyi slowly explained her thoughts. She had already discussed these ideas with her master and the Five-Five Elders, as her master had noted that they could not do everything for her; eventually, Qingyi would need to manage things herself.

Her hair fell loose over her shoulders. She couldn't help but swallow hard as she watched her body being stripped bare. Looking at him, she couldn't help but feel a surge of fear, but her hands were restrained by Tianyi, leaving her unable to move.

However, the "Skill Jade" could not upgrade ordinary skills with a hundred-percent success rate; there was a fifty-percent chance of upgrading to a new skill and a fifty-percent chance of increasing the power of the existing one. Upon hearing the old man's words, we immediately began to use the "Skill Jade," closing our eyes and focusing intently on the "Talisman Arts" in our minds.

This result was not surprising; after all, the strength of "Laughing at the Wind and Clouds" was already recognized as formidable.

Shen Rou’s usual air of aloofness and elegance vanished in that moment, replaced by a pair of bright, alluring, and seductive eyes.

"Mu Wei, have you lost your mind?" Ling Zixin looked at her, his heart aching. If he could, he would be willing to take care of her for a lifetime, even if it were forever.

It was at this moment that Zhou Xiaohu demonstrated powerful control. His heavy, forceful slash, having lost its target, suddenly stopped in mid-air. The blade swept horizontally without the slightest hesitation, slicing directly toward Zhuge Xinzhi's neck.

The seat next to Song Yuanqiao, which should have belonged to Yang Ming, was occupied by that man. Song Zixuan had no choice but to pull Yang Ming to sit beside Liu Ailing.

"Hurry up and give birth; you know you've been holding it in for a long time." There was a hidden agenda in these words, carrying more than a hint of ambiguity.

Chen Wei listened for a long time, feeling confused, but he grasped the general meaning: this pharmaceutical organization was incredibly powerful, and to succeed in this industry, one had to pay their respects to the right people.

"This... how is this possible?" Ye Yuan’s entire body shuddered, his dark soul trembling violently, his face a mask of disbelief.

But when he rubbed his eyes hard and looked forward again, the beam of light remained, and within it, Yan Xueqing looked at him with resentment.

He would need to take at least one more order, earn a large amount of driving license points, and redeem skills like "Scientist" before he could go and develop the technology tree for Cao Cao.

Qin Di felt a jolt of alarm, thinking that Feng Yushu’s words were indeed true—this place was truly dangerous. In the flurry of action, he dropped the broom, dodged to the right, and then lowered his body, slamming his right elbow backward.

"Hmph, he is a man with a rebellious streak. I suspect he has long wanted to defect from our Tianshui Sect to join another faction, just waiting for the right opportunity," Ling Kong said with a cold snort.

Mo Qi sighed with genuine appreciation. The food of the island nation was indeed exquisite and minimalist, highlighting the natural freshness of the ingredients. Although the portions were small, the quality was high, and each dish reflected the chef's dedication. The flavors were light, but the experience was highly enjoyable.

At this moment, a large group of disciples had gathered around. Some of the newly joined outer sect disciples and chore disciples cheered when they saw Zeng Junxiong demonstrate such light-body technique, while those who had joined earlier wore indifferent expressions; some even curled their lips in disapproval.