Chapter 111: Immersing Oneself in the Game! (Part Two in One)

"There is no need for you to worry, brother..." Seeing the look of tragic resignation on Ning Hongwu's face, Liu Shen offered words of comfort: "As long as the intelligence we gathered is accurate, your life will certainly not be in danger."

"I hope so..." Ning Hongwu took a deep breath, as if trying to steady the turmoil within him, but his knuckles, white from gripping, betrayed that he was far from as calm as he appeared. He knew he had been in Anqing Prefecture for five days already.

Luo Chen pondered, thinking that the ghosts certainly seemed more intelligent than their mindless appearance suggested; could there truly be some hidden agenda at play?

Ying Long had only been caught off guard by Luo Chen’s strike earlier due to extenuating circumstances. Now, with no distractions, he would naturally not allow anyone to seize such an opportunity again.

I kept glancing at her, hoping Chen Rong would call her name. After all, if I wanted to pursue her, the first step was to know who she was.

Across the entire Li Province, under the scourge of the Wild Tribes, corpses littered the land and devastation was everywhere. The population had dwindled to almost nothing, which was why the statues of the Great Emperor Qingtian had not yet been erected there.

"How could you even ask such a thing?" Qiu Wan glared fiercely at Qiu Shan. Did that child have any brains in her head at all?

Ever since returning to the White Fox Tribe of Qingqiu, she would often fall into a daze, sitting motionless for hours, unable to pull herself away from her thoughts.

Their eyes met, and neither felt even the slightest bit of ease. Tang Yun knew that Yu Lingxue had already grasped the crux of the matter.

A smile appeared on Ye Feng's face. In an instant, the phantom of the Heavenly Demon and the blood-red claws vanished. The ferocity on his face and the scarlet light in his eyes disappeared completely, and the lingering scent of blood around him dissipated into nothingness.

Su Yi rolled her eyes, and her grip on Tang Yun’s fingers suddenly lost all strength. Her body began to twitch uncontrollably.

Furthermore, having been narrowly captured several times, Yuan Zhang’s appearance had been glimpsed by the great demons. Sketches were posted throughout the Myriad Demon City. Fortunately, when Yuan Zhang left his sect, he had prepared a magical artifact for disguising himself as a demonic beast, which allowed him to evade capture and remain in the city.

Not only Zhang Yadong, but Zhang Wei and even Zhang Feng stared with wide eyes; the speed and agility Lin Chen had just displayed were truly astonishing.

Whether it happened a little later or a little earlier made little difference, for the event had already come to pass.

"Quel'Thalas?" Arthas was pulled back to reality by Tichondrius’s words. Wasn't Quel'Thalas the territory of the elves?

Upon hearing about the reward, the two waiters stared with gleaming eyes at the twenty thousand in cash held by Xiang Yang, their hearts blossoming with joy.

In his youth, Emperor Ed had used this mechanism several times to hide from Heman, who would come to drag him off to practice swordsmanship, or to sneak out for secret rendezvous with Sechel before she became Empress. Sometimes, he and Sean would even dress as commoners to go out drinking and brawling.

Hearing this, Ruoshui couldn't help but frown. Although she couldn't be certain, her intuition told her that this was highly unusual; where there is an anomaly, there is surely a demon.

"You can kill me, but you will never know this secret." With that, he closed his eyes firmly.

"Hello, Uncle Shen. Is there something you need me for?" Chu Yun pushed the door open and entered, greeting him politely.

With matters outside settled, the group returned to the Zhengqi Villa to rest. Zhi Qiu Yiye began to meditate to recover his spiritual power. Having traveled for a day and a night, he was exhausted; sweat poured down his face as he sat, and Fu Yuechi moved to wipe it away for him.

Truly, a land of outstanding people. A world rich in spiritual energy is simply different. Were it not for the restrictions of the Heavenly Dao, who knows how many grandmaster martial artists, comparable to Nascent Soul cultivators, this world might have produced—perhaps even those at the Shattered Void realm, figures comparable to the Void Returning stage.