Chapter 55

The reason Zhang Yixian returned to his hometown was to seek something—more precisely, to find several treasures that vanished when the calamity tomb was opened years ago, apart from the Sky-Remnant Sword.

Upon seeing Linglong, Dandan rushed forward, while Minxing babbled words only he could understand, stretching his arms toward Linglong.

After speaking, Gongyang Mu smiled and gently raised his hand, supporting Gu Qianbei’s bowing body, then waved for the two to enter.

The one who felt this most acutely was Jun Ruxu. Each day, Jinghuan, returning from the battlefield, had eyes that shone brighter than before. The aura about her grew fiercer, yet gradually settled into a greater calm.

At this point, Ziluo Lan’s gaze swept sharply over those around, making everyone uneasy.

Whenever these thoughts came, they lingered painfully. He cursed himself for his callousness. Practitioners of the Dao should take the suffering of the people as their own, not blindly accept fate and leave life and death to chance.

Yunzi, astonished, turned the Soul Gathering Lamp over in her hands, scrutinizing it for secrets. Alas, the souls absorbed within had vanished like cattle sinking into the sea—gone without a trace, impossible to find.

Baijin returned, bringing news that the wealthy men of Moonwatch City sought pleasure, leaving their wives in misery. Many were searching for ways to retain their youthful beauty, hoping to win back their husbands’ hearts.

As for my poison, I don’t know if it can resist anesthesia, but when Chong Qian administered the anesthetic at the airport, I felt a force within me.

The taciturn one dared not obstruct, only glared angrily at Su Ran’s back, cursing him silently. Then, like Su Ran, he entered the auction hall.

Liu Bei shouted without hesitation—for he had deployed elite infantry and cavalry on both wings. With heavy cavalry and armored swordsmen, the Yellow Turban Army could not break through the defense on either side.

Such terrifying, lightning-fast methods inspired fear and disbelief. Even Liu Bei’s close allies, like Dong Zhuo, who eagerly awaited his chance to become the imperial father-in-law, felt deeply uneasy. For there had always been a saying…

Moreover, though your strength is formidable, remember that in the Cosmic Sea, there are many perilous places capable of trapping or even killing the strongest beings. So, when seeking treasure and honing your skills there, it’s best not to take reckless risks.

By reason, there should be treasure deep within. After all, with a pyramid-shaped terrain, it’s unlikely players would leave empty-handed—otherwise, who would dare take such risks?

Now, Zhou Xuan could easily refine the Celestial King Pill, the currency of the Upper Realm. If he didn’t make lavish purchases, he would surely miss countless divine treasures.

This day was destined to be turbulent, especially for Guangdong Tongji University. Early in the morning, countless people opened Penguin Web to find the most prominent headline: "Follow the death of Xu Chengyang at Guangdong Tongji University; focus on the mentorship system; explore the fate of academic life."

Several broken arrows were deeply embedded in the Hun warrior’s abdomen, causing blood to gush from his crotch, and foul blood to spew from his mouth.

These eight men were famous in history, having aided Liu Chang, King of Huainan, in rebellion. Among them, Lei Bei, the foremost of the Four Martial Heroes, was renowned for his valor. It was he who led the Huainan army to victory after victory, nearly storming Chang’an. Now, with the fall of the Western Han, Lei Bei and his comrades could no longer serve Liu Chang.

Hearing familiar footsteps behind her, Constance, nearly naked, still behaved calmly, continuing to brush her golden hair with her back to Alexios, without a hint of embarrassment.

Suddenly, the white light grew stronger, and at that moment, she received a prompt from the system.

Lu Sixia had been busy with makeup since leaving Myitkyina, skipping breakfast. Initially, she was immersed in the sadness of parting from Sun Liren, and had no appetite for lunch. Now, with the sun slanting westward, she finally felt the pangs of hunger.

Cang’er waited a long time, but Liuhuo remained silent. Only then did he relax and slowly approach Liuhuo, muttering constantly.

During this period, Wang Peng was busy with other work, while Yu Xiaofeng, following Wang Peng’s instructions, went deep into the furniture factory’s staff dormitories, directly engaging with both new and veteran workers to hear their voices.

But before he could make use of his skills at Tianya Villa, he was swept up and used as a shield, caught in one fell swoop.

“Nianhua, recovery medicine!” Guyu asked, gazing at his still-bleeding wound. Having lost his powerful returning force, only twenty percent remained—far from sufficient. Just as before, Guyu was injured and his attack failed.

Faced with the childish, ridiculous provocation of the tree demon, he couldn’t be bothered to respond. Yet, if the creature managed to suppress him, what use would he have for such a servant?

In truth, her most ruthless moment was when she fell into madness, not thinking of Jade Qilin at all. Her heart was entirely filled with Liuhuo’s shadow.

“It’s not easy, but we must pursue it. This is the people’s hard-earned money, and we cannot afford the slightest negligence!” Wang Peng said.

“Let’s settle accounts.” Cangyuan hadn’t intended to use these inner pills, preferring to use scattered obsidian. But since Changyun asked, he couldn’t let them lose face.

Two lion warriors with flowing golden manes appeared before Xira, bowing low. “Understood, Your Highness Xira,” they replied, though their hearts were unconvinced.

On the street, they found a passenger tricycle and rattled their way to the countryside. It was easy enough—they settled at a Zhuang family’s home. Owing to the Zhuang people's hospitality, they were warmly received by the Wei family that very night.

As Gao Jianye’s excited voice faded, another shrill, piercing voice filled everyone's minds.

“I’ll call home and postpone a day,” Zhao Zhengce said, surrendering.

Sweat sprayed from his trembling forehead, but Gao Jianye’s hands pressed against the ground, unable to wipe it away.

“I understand. Thank you, Uncle Qian,” Zhao Zhengce nodded knowingly, satisfied with the political investment he made at a crucial moment, helping Mayor Luo Chengzhong and reaping a promising return.

If the Monkey King had not gone to Xuanmu Island, who would have thought to target him? And once he set foot on Xuanmu Island, with sages concealing the heavenly secrets, how could he use his skill at evading death and prolonging life?

Clint looked in astonishment at the scene before him. Bowman had just withdrawn a strange black-and-red rapier from the young man’s shoulder.