Volume One, Chapter 30: Tenfold Critical Hit! Upgrade the Epic Treasure Chest!

The energy of the Great Sun’s essence surged into his body, merging naturally with his true qi, causing his Golden Crow true qi to erupt in power and reach the realm of perfection in a single breath.

Realizing the tactical characteristics of Wu Zhenyuan, Qing Xu’s gaze turned sharp. Seeing Wu Zhenyuan charging in again like a fierce tiger descending from the mountains, he no longer dodged. Instead, he transformed his left hand into a fist, meeting Wu Zhenyuan’s thunderous strike—a clash of dragon and tiger—with a fierce, head-on counterattack.

Tun Na felt a scorching wind howl past; he could almost smell his own hair singeing. Three warhorses let out piercing, miserable screams, and the canopy of the surrounding trees ignited, bursting into towering flames.

Normally, Zheng Yu might have pondered the deeper meaning behind the other person's actions. But today, he had been exhausted by the team sent by Song Wanqing during the day, and at night, he had to concentrate on dealing with Zheng Yan and Zheng Kai. Drained of energy and physically and mentally exhausted, he had no heart left to guess what Zheng Nu was thinking.

The only thing that frightened Zheng Yu was: when had he started viewing himself as a member of the Zheng family?

Chen Jianming, in particular, only realized at this moment exactly what kind of person he had offended.

As they spoke, Elder Zhou and Elder Chen worked together with remarkable speed; the combined strength of these two masters had already finished the work.

Zhen Shiyin nearly stumbled and fell. "Donor, please remain calm. This karma will naturally be repaid in the future." Without looking back, Zhen Shiyin uttered these words, turned a corner, and suddenly vanished without a trace.

Because Fan Xiaoling, He Mengtian, and Ji Shuling all possessed excellent culinary skills, and Ming Yue, who wanted to try stir-frying, was promptly pulled away by Ebronia, no culinary disaster occurred at the dining table, and the dozen or so dishes turned out quite commendable.

Every tooth of the Black Dragon vibrated violently, making a clattering sound; it was a reaper from hell.

"Alright, everyone, return to your rooms. I will handle this; I don’t want you to get hurt," Shen Jin said, steeling his resolve.

But clearly, intellect alone was not enough to win the favor of Mangchuan Zhixuan, a leading talent of the new generation of immortal cultivators.

Su Qing was conflicted throughout the journey, though she maintained a calm appearance. What to do, what to do? If she went to Director Wang Ze’s private room, she would have to refuse dinner with Li Beize, and if she dined with Li Beize, she would have to abandon her dreams.

Fu Wei clicked his tongue in secret. How deep was the grudge that this President Lin would rather suffer heavy losses just to go head-to-head with Xu Zhi?

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Since the conversation had reached this point, Xu Si truly had nothing more to say. After all, if she provoked this "tiger," General Chen might end up collecting her corpse, and it would likely implicate Scholar Xu as well, since Zhu Pingji would surely be dragged down with her.

The Xiao family was truly destitute at the time, and their only combatant, Xiao Yanrou, had to constantly take on missions just to earn enough to feed the family.

How could a commander without power lead superhumans possessing various special abilities?

She then noticed her posture was far too intimate and quickly stepped back, her face turning bright red.

"Who I am is not important. What matters is that my master wants your life, so you should know what comes next," said Wang Tao, a thousand-man commander of the Imperial Guards, with a cold expression.

In the end, the group unanimously decided to cross the South Sea by boat, as riding flying mounts would require a large group to avoid extreme danger.

"Sister, it’s been a long time since we last met, hasn't it? How have you been?" Xia Ran was truly flattered. The beauty opposite her smiled with closed lips and elegant manners, yet the first thing she did upon opening her mouth was call her "sister."

Furthermore, the snakeskin was something meant for her own resurrection—a life-saving treasure. If she used it now, wouldn't it be a waste?

Zhou Yingying could no longer stand it. Ignoring Mo Yi, she rushed up and began grabbing the flower demon from Mo Yi’s hands.

"…I don’t need to figure it out; I just need to know he’s quit this line of work and won’t be stealing my business anymore… As for who those brothers might mess with later, that’s none of my concern…" Brother Ma summarized practically.

Ye Yu took a brief look and felt the Panlong Sword within his body becoming restless, likely sensing the aura of another Panlong Sword fragment. However, Ye Yu did not rush to follow; instead, he trailed behind Ye Tianlin, knowing there must be traps and formations here, or it would not be left unguarded.

Zhou Weiguang also began to worry. The smell was getting stronger—what was happening? Could this be that monster's lair?

"No!" Ye Yu replied to Xiang Yue without a second thought, then began walking away; he did not want to be entangled by her.

Crack! A sound of something shattering seemed to echo in the air. Lin Yan caught a flash in the corner of his eye and saw the two fellows struck by the flow of elemental energy sliding back over ten meters, leaving deep furrows on the arena floor.

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"Xue Hao?" The Linghuang Emperor scanned Xue Hao, and a celestial seed emerged, pouring into Xue Hao’s body through the crown of his head. After a brief inspection, a look of contempt appeared on the Linghuang Emperor’s face.

The hope that had ignited among the people of Chucheng vanished instantly, and everyone fell into despair, their eyes turning hollow.

Since returning to Chendu, Lieshan had begun organizing his knowledge from tasting hundreds of herbs over the years, starting to compile the first medical treatise of the Great Desolation.

Jun Lou stared thoughtfully at the light blue curtains fluttering continuously and pulled out a pair of scissors.

"Don't panic, hold the stairs first. Dalei, I'm counting on you," the commander said, comforting his teammates.

Recalling the tearful words of his mother, the concubine, just a moment ago, he slipped and nearly fell flat on his face.

The circle had not been shrinking for long, and many teams were in the process of relocating. Just as Lin Shengxi was about to stand up and observe the situation outside, he noticed the visible furrowing of the brows of the person in front of him after he spoke.

He transformed into a beam of cyan light, escaping into the void, and began setting up a method to contact friends in the upper realm.

"Where is President Zheng Jiaoqian?" Wu Yunji’s expression showed clear impatience as he asked the receptionist directly.

Unlike him, even though his parents had separated, they were both still alive and well. He had the care of Uncle He, Uncle Meng, and the village chief, and he had acquaintances and relatives in both the town and the city.

"Then, can the future rewards be a bit more generous, last a bit longer, or perhaps, be in a different place, like this—" Ao Jiu pointed to his lips, pouting as if asking for a kiss.