Volume One, Chapter 33: Caught by Liu Wanwan

"No, the Heaven-Mending clan is still alive in this world; their lineage has not been severed," Immortal Venerable Chi Qiu stated with certainty.

Free and Easy curled his lip in disdain; as someone from the wealthy class, he could never comprehend the joy of obtaining top-tier equipment.

However, things had reached this point, and there was no other path to take. With a swing of his heavy sword, he took the lead in charging toward the gates of the City Lord’s Mansion.

The others also wore expressions of reluctance, silently cursing the game designers for creating such a miserable storyline—wasn't this just forcing people to watch others suffer?

The trio of Bai Yuan felt suspicious. They knew each other well and were aware that Yaoyao, that tentacle-monster, was always "thrifty." A single guardian corpse was enough for her to hatch several avatars; why would she waste one like this?

"Hahaha, we won, we won!" the bespectacled man shouted and jumped in excitement. The others were equally thrilled, the camaraderie born from escaping death together leading them to embrace one another. The valley was filled with bursts of laughter.

Xiao Yue merely smiled faintly. Without arguing with Lan Yuexin, he continued to admire the skill scroll in his hand.

"Li Yuanji suffered the most disastrous defeat of his life. Barely clinging to life, he unexpectedly awakened the memories of his ancient bloodline and found the ancestral home of that lost clan." Having said this, Li Daoxu paused, a trace of lingering fear flickering in his eyes.

It was strange, though; his old Golden Gale Bow had never exhibited such traits. Could it be that the benefits of high-level equipment were not merely reflected in the statistics?

No one stopped him. Wearing wet clothes was uncomfortable, and if he caught a cold and delayed the completion of the live broadcast, the loss would far outweigh the gain.

Park Tae-yeon pushed his desk chair back, sliding all the way to the doorway of the corridor. After hesitating for a long time, he finally stood up and returned to his room to change his clothes.

Plants upgraded by the Life Modifier had extremely low requirements for environment and climate, allowing them to grow in most places. However, because plants like rubber trees had incredibly high yields, they naturally required a great deal of water. Only with an abundant water supply could the output of these plants be maximized.

Zhang Quyi applied force with his hands, pulling Chu Nan onto his body. His left hand slid down to her resilient buttocks, while his right hand reached beneath her clothing, grasping her full, firm breasts and kneading them gently.

Crushed by the weight of the Jun, which exceeded ten thousand pounds, Lin Hui’s entire body creaked, as if many of his bones were snapping simultaneously.

Yet, if one observed closely, they would see that her beautiful eyes were more lively than at any previous moment. Or perhaps, under these circumstances, she had become increasingly certain that her companions were not in any immediate, dire danger.

"If that’s the case... it seems that she still went public with her relationship with Lee Seung-gi, right?" This time, Xia Yan’s brows furrowed even more deeply.

Having obtained the Undying Evil Blade, Yan Zhong had no desire to linger. Given his character, he wasn't the type to go back on his word. Having gained the upper hand, he wouldn't turn around and kill someone after the fact. Yagyu Masahito was already a cripple and posed no threat. With a leap, Yan Zhong soared over the high wall and flew off into the distance.

Xu Ying followed Gong Shiyu, bowed to Feng Jing, and then stayed obediently behind Gong Shiyu.

Park Tae-yeon understood why Park Soo-yeon had been staring at the photo like that just now; he must have been envious. Even though he had noticed that Taeyeon and Jessica were gradually acting strangely toward each other, he had used his position to ensure their schedules were kept as far apart as possible.

The other soul walker was even more terrifying. When he activated his ability, all souls within his range could be held in a state of suspension; if those souls had bodies to return to, he could even achieve the feat of bringing the dead back to life.

Evil spirits were running rampant, and slaughter was everywhere. Jiang Lele and I had exhausted ourselves trying to seal those spirits. However, something occurred that exceeded our expectations.

And during that year’s end, I was swept into the "God Game" hosted by Miyako.

These three types of items appeared in locations and at times that followed no pattern! Or rather, no one had yet been able to grasp the underlying rules.

This was mech combat. The move the opponent used did not rely on exquisite technique or a grasp of the battlefield. What was truly crucial was Tang Yun’s impossibly high control ability and his peak-level mech-pilot synchronization rate.

In less than ten minutes, Luo Sihan had found the site of that day’s battle. The strange black tree had lost its life force and lay silently at the bottom of the river. Its thigh-thick trunk was pierced by an arrow of primitive design.

What to do? This was a problem that troubled us all deeply. Faced with this dilemma, our expressions grew grim, our demeanor flustered, and we were completely mired in distress.

Miyako stopped before me. She lowered her head, her black hair draped down, and extended her arms, her five fingers gripping my throat with force.

Just as he was thinking this, Zeng Rou’er came to request an audience outside the door. Feng Xiye pondered for a moment; he couldn't even calculate how many days it had been since he last saw Rou’er. He had truly missed her snacks. Why had she come to Mo’er’s place to find him today? He hurriedly ordered her to be brought in.

Seeing Qin Hao covered in blood, looking utterly miserable, they felt a sense of vindication in their hearts, mocking and kicking him one after another.

Among them were several precious pieces of jewelry that were Shen Nanqiao’s dowry from her previous life; Shen Zhinian would never be able to touch them.

This statement made the Southern Border Beast God feel a hint of bitterness. He raised his eyes to look at Li Feng, who stood before him, forcing him to look upward.

Everyone was cracking melon seeds and drinking tea while watching the national news, occasionally exchanging a few words with those around them.

The latter voice came from Sun Zhetai. Don't let the old man’s age fool you; his interest in gossip was no less than that of the youth, especially since this was a program he was hosting—naturally, the higher the buzz, the better.

She had no family background and was a transparent figure in the harem, so she wanted to seize every opportunity to climb higher. Thus, spotting an opening, she threw her lot in with Jiang Wange.

Jin Minchi’s body jolted as she saw Mao Mao, dressed in pajamas and holding a water glass, opening the bedroom door.

Qin Ming pulled a stack of money from his pocket—exactly ten thousand yuan—and threw it in front of Wang Fu.

Jian Feidao and Xie Fengdi had long known each other. Though they did not speak, their eyes had already exchanged a greeting.