Chapter 33

"Screen them!" He glanced at Du Ziteng with an expressionless face, noticing that the chubby man's face had gone pale.

Ni Henian had already closed his eyes, but the power of the light still permeated his eyelids, piercing deep into his eyeballs and wounding his sight.

As the chirping of cicadas echoed throughout the courtyard, the summer heat grew more intense, and Ji Zhenyuan’s mood became increasingly restless along with the weather.

"You must be the visiting guests? I apologize for keeping you waiting." A man with a very magnetic voice spoke.

He was aware of Peng Ji's feelings for Wan'er. Truth be told, had his mission from Hua Tianxing not been to support the fifth disciple, Han Shu, he might have been quite fond of Wan'er himself.

The next day, when Wang Xian took his leave of the Emperor, he still felt as if his head were splitting. Zhu Zhanji, suffering from a hangover, did not even come to the Qianqing Palace to attend to his duties.

Sure enough, as Han Shu finished his explanation, Lin Yun, sitting across from him, almost leapt up; the excitement in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

While doing this could certainly form a protective barrier of magical energy around the body to block the constant attacks of the flying needles, the consumption of spiritual power was immense! Once the long-necked middle-aged man’s spiritual power faltered, the flying needles would pierce the barrier and kill him.

Opening his eyes, Jiuming saw the massive tree canopy above and the "starlight" flickering upon it. He blinked in surprise—weren't they on the ground? How had he arrived here?

As soon as he stepped out the door, a blade was suddenly pressed against Zhang Ning’s throat, right against his artery. Upon seeing the assailant, Zhang Ning could not help but sneer, which only further agitated the attacker.

Conflicts were breaking out all over Binshan City as practitioners from different organizations clashed, with battles erupting from time to time.

Seeing how hard the others were working, Huan Jing put aside her inner turmoil, emptied her mind, and immersed herself in cultivation.

Qi Ning twisted the hem of his shirt, conflicted. He wanted to go play with Brother Qiuqiu, but he also wanted to stay with Zhong Jiachi.

Ning Qingqing said nothing, and Zhou Qi naturally remained silent as well. The two sat quietly in the taxi until they returned to the hotel.

All the players were discussing their quest rewards. The main quest reward this time consisted of nine jars for different equipment slots. It was essentially a test of one's luck. If the "God of Luck" favored you, you could potentially complete your gear set just by opening those nine jars. Of course, if your luck was poor, you might end up with a pile of white-tier items.

Following the same path to the Star God Continent as before, Huan Jing did not have the others enter the space this time. Instead, she and the other Spirit Gods offered only slight assistance, letting them endure the physical and spiritual agony for a hundredfold gain.

Qi Jingchen’s family and Qi Ziqing went to pay their respects to Tang Qinglian and Qi Qingsong, but they did not expect to run into Qi Haosheng at the grave.

Upon hearing Li Jiankang’s words, A-Quan and Gua-Zai nodded to show they understood. Without looking back, the two left the teahouse and headed toward the location of the clubhouse.

In Zhao Kun’s heart, his feelings toward Feng Gui were complex. On one hand, his fondness for Feng Gui filled him with guilt; on the other, his instinct for survival made him resent Feng Gui’s reckless actions from the night before.

However, faced with her pleas for mercy and admission of guilt, no one was listening anymore. She knew fear now, but where was that sense of caution earlier?

One had to understand that this was his greatest trump card, meant to be used at a critical moment. He had hoped to rely on it to seize a great fortune after entering the secret realm.

Every night brought a low-grade fever that would break by dawn. More than half the class was sick, so no one dared to send their children to kindergarten.

In Yanzhou of the East Sea, sounds of slaughter echoed, mirroring the situation in the capital of Longyin.

Cang'er, appearing still angry, walked over, took out silver needles, and tested the food. Seeing there was no problem, he nodded to the Sect Master and General Yu.

Jiang Zhiyuan immediately turned his head. He hadn't even set down his wine glass, yet he didn't forget to speak up for Mu Yichen and Qin Mu.

Gu Li and Cheng Shu averted their eyes, refusing to look at Qin Xia. Her clothes were plastered to her body, leaving her well-developed figure fully exposed.

Gao Mingxin’s hat fell to the ground. Held by the throat by his opponent, he couldn't even utter a syllable, only making continuous, terrified gurgling sounds.

Yet, even after leaving the office, he truly could not understand the young boss’s thinking. Wasn't his job supposed to be to poach Lin Yourong for the company and cultivate her talent?

After chatting for a bit, Yan Zhong browsed the forum. He scrolled through several pages but found nothing worth noting, as most of it was just spam.

What was crucial was that this sub-artifact was an incredibly rare belt-type piece of equipment. In the months Jiang Yan had been playing "Destiny," he hadn't seen a single belt drop.

Jin Shuai hadn't suffered any harm; he was curled up under his desk, effectively already lying on the floor.

According to the Angry Man's actual cultivation level, he did not possess the ability to perform the "Soul Search Technique." However, possessing nineteen inner cores gave him many incredible abilities, such as soul searching, stealth, and immunity to evil energies.

"Get lost, I have to take care of the children." Liu Miaomiao slapped Dong Shanhe’s hand away and returned, her face flushed.

This voice seemed to resonate only in Yan Zhong’s mind. The man in white, sitting on a rock not far away, showed no sign of having heard it at all.

"Don't be afraid!" The Gu sorceress suddenly grew angry and shouted at Zhu'er. How could Zhu'er dare to move? That shout alone caused her to collapse to the ground in terror.