Chapter 37: Free Attribute Points

On the second day of the game's open beta, many players still followed the advice in the "Survival Manual," waiting until 8:00 AM for the sun to rise before venturing out. Because the trading system had yet to be enabled, most players were still struggling just to make ends meet. Ning Yun, however, was different; she had made preparations before entering, such as learning military-style boxing to strengthen her body. Although she had Little White by her side, it was still too young to protect her against large beasts or monsters.

Following a muffled thud, the entire forest fell suddenly silent, creating an atmosphere entirely different from before. Now, the surroundings were completely still, without a single sound.

"Hey, big brother, tell me about your situation at home?" Ye Zilu sat up. He had never asked about his brother's family, and his brother had never brought it up.

Lu Bu nodded, lost in thought. With this, his troops were reduced to only one hundred thousand. If something were to happen, he would have too little mobile force at his disposal.

"Ah—" She had just regained consciousness, her mind blank and unable to react. After a few seconds, she let out a sudden shriek and fainted again.

"Understood, Master Uncle Xie!" Tong Leilei quickly replied, then turned her head and glared fiercely at the grinning Tang Jin.

After a long while, the Iron Maiden stopped complaining and instead bit down hard on Tianyou’s shoulder. After letting go, she stared at him with red, teary eyes, then reached out with a slender hand to gently rub the spot she had just bitten.

"Yes," Jing Ling, Yiliu, and Qiu Feng answered in unison, feeling deeply grateful. Qingyue’s decision not only spared them from facing a Great Demon King whose power far exceeded theirs but also reduced the likelihood of being punished by the Celestial Emperor for a failed mission.

Lin Yi felt a bit more at ease and rolled up the curtains, letting the warm spring sunlight stream into the room. The golden rays shone softly through the window paper, reflecting onto Rong Ruodie’s serene and lovely face, casting a delicate rose-red glow. Her jade-like skin was smooth and warm, making her look like a flawless sleeping beauty.

Previously, the Emperor had been sitting in his chair, quietly watching them train and occasionally asking nonsensical questions, which had led him to view the Emperor as nothing more than a child.

Back then, when she heard that Perfected Immortal Lingze was about to ascend, she had desperately flown her sword toward the Haomiao Sect, hoping to catch a glimpse of the immortal aura from the guiding light. In the end, however, the renowned Lingze still failed his ascension.

This was truly a terrifying matter. Although the vast majority of enterprises in the mainland had established party branches and labor unions, it was unknown how much actual influence they held, or who was truly influencing whom.

After defeating Ran Min, Liaoxi and his men held a victory banquet. Ran Min’s strength had exceeded Liaoxi's imagination, and Liaoxi wanted to release some of the pressure he felt; after all, he did not know how to suppress such an opponent, and he had no one under his command capable of directly overpowering him.

Li Guangyu’s target this time was the cleaning company. From daily cleaning supplies to high-end cosmetics, these were all items the new group intended to manage.

Simultaneously, the two Yun brothers felt a sense of injustice for Zhiri and Qingluan, while also feeling immensely fortunate.

In the morgue, a man with a blurred face stared at her blankly, as if he had something to say. He moved his lips, but no sound came out. Yet, she heard it: the words "I'm sorry." Sorry? Did he owe her an apology? Master Yuan could not fathom it.

"That is strange. How could there still be a Black Tortoise in the lower realm?" Elilian was deeply puzzled. Suddenly, she saw that the short incense stick had burned out at some point. Without waiting for Gou Sheng’s explanation, she zipped into Master Yuan’s body with a "whoosh."

But Fu Dianchen was so caught up in thinking about how to explain himself that he didn't notice her gaze at all.

A simple cold or flu could cost you hundreds or thousands without any negotiation. In reality, a barefoot doctor in the countryside could treat the same thing for just a few dollars.