Volume One, Chapter 58: The Hunt at East Mountain

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Mu Mu blossomed with a radiant smile, more striking than a blooming peony. “You’ve arrived, so why not come inside?” she said, sounding more like a host chiding an overly polite guest.

Of course, some people fancied themselves powerful enough to challenge the Black Dragon clan. The lord of a certain dungeon was a Shadow Demon, a species that existed entirely in a soul state. Shortly after taking office, he declared that the dungeon would not welcome any Black Dragons and imposed hefty entry taxes on those who dared enter.

“After all, we’re old friends; no need for such formalities,” Leo waved his hand, his tone becoming calm. Yan Fei relaxed, realizing that Leo and this Jonathan were not enemies. Yet, this was the enemy’s stronghold, and who could say whether the Paladin might suddenly betray them to rid the church of a great menace.

At the same moment, the disciples around Mihiko all collapsed to the ground, their breaths extinguished.

Wanting nothing more than to fly straight into the valley—so close, with the aunt possibly just ahead—yet unable to reach her, Yang Guo’s frustration was so profound it made him feel sick to his stomach.

“Really encountered the undead!” the soldier spat harshly, certain he had been dreaming just now; otherwise, how could such a thing happen in broad daylight? A flattering smile crossed his face—basic protocol before a superior, though he longed to kill that thing.

The “Heavenly Commerce Association” and the “Heaven and Earth Society,” Lin Tian’s black and white enterprises, all had the Chinese nation as their base, spreading outward. The underworld’s dominance over China was only a matter of time. Politically, Lin Tian, as the deputy head of the Dragon Group, wielded nearly absolute power—a true big shot.

That night, Dong Zhuo insisted on escorting me back to school. Naturally, I was overjoyed; strolling hand in hand with a handsome guy before everyone was my lifelong wish, especially in front of those who thought I’d never marry. Too bad Diao Chen wasn’t here; otherwise, I’d show him just how charming I could be.

Having endured the baptism of war, the city guard had matured. With the Elasia Empire’s regular army stationed beyond the city, their confidence had grown. They saw this as a battle to defend their homeland.

Moreover, the higher-ups had informed the Wang family. Such a powerful clan in China wouldn’t dare ignore the order. Usually, the authorities turned a blind eye to them unless things got out of hand, but a special notice was a different matter.

A 10% critical strike rate, 430 agility and strength bonuses, 30% attack speed—each a godlike attribute. Clearly, this gear was crafted for archer-type players, and I was unmistakably an archer at heart.

I converted 1,200 gold coins directly into RMB; since I couldn’t use so many coins now, saving some money was a prudent choice.

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“Earlier, I was merely testing your resolve to save Shen Yu. It seems, madam, you are a grateful and loyal person!” King Mu praised Chu Ru.

“Gulp!” I swallowed nervously, gazing upon this awe-inspiring structure. The main city was magnificent and grand, possessing a majesty that seemed to rival the heavens, crafted with almost divine skill.

She tried to decline, but Li Mo insisted on taking her to the hospital. His reasons were valid—her frequent and urgent trips to the bathroom disrupted her colleagues, and she often monopolized the restroom, clearly avoiding her duties during work hours. It was better to get her treated.

Chen Langya, carrying an order from Elder Hu, went straight to Qin City Prison. Kong Xiang had torn ties with the entire Dongfang family for his own sake. How could Chen Langya allow him to remain imprisoned there? Though Qin City Prison was unlike others, who wanted to stay in such a hellhole?

Outside the house, moonlight scattered across the ground, lantern shadows flickering faintly—twilight had deepened. Everything that happened this winter night in Qingdong would be unforgettable, etched deeply in her memory, rivaling the night of her first meeting with Yun Ci.

Lu Xianger recalled this madam—it seemed she was the wife of the magistrate of Dengzhou. She always said pleasant things to Lu Xianger, who disliked such scenes but had no choice. After today, she was Huo Qingsong’s wife, and most people she faced were like this.

Hai Laocang immediately thought of Conan, having seen him before. Conan had also been involved during construction, and only he could have completed such a project in so short a time.

Qin Feng suddenly realized the gunner who had fired at him was that sniper. The shot came without warning, fierce and precise. If not for his prior vigilance, it would have cost him his life.

He gazed into her brows and eyes, seeing her furrowed brow, and somehow, his mood lifted slightly.

Mu He didn’t know how long he had watched, sensing Su Baibai’s breathing evened out as she fell into a deep sleep.

Nan Lihen’s gaze shifted from elsewhere to meet Ling Binghan’s eyes.

Xue’er reached out to touch his face, as if wanting to memorize every detail.

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As Wang Jiong’s words left his mouth, the air around them seemed to freeze. The immense pressure from the late stage of bone forging alone was enough to crush an ordinary martial artist.

Among them, Wei Guofang looked as if struck by lightning, eyes wide and stunned, frozen in place, his mind filled completely with the name Sun Jianlianguo.

Though Wang Dashan had the body of a husky, the table wasn’t high, so he easily climbed onto it.

“Just yesterday, my sister-in-law went with us to the film crew and was bullied by Lu Xiao. I stood up for her; the photo was taken then,” Mu Cheng admitted, blaming himself for not looking after Su Baibai better.

The anomaly vanished, clouds dispersed, and the world returned to normal. The Primal Tower reverted to its former appearance, as if everything that had happened was but an illusion, as though nothing had occurred.

Jiang Chuchu was no ordinary person—after all, she had an impressive father. Though someone like Liu Lao was a fugitive, he likely wouldn’t dare provoke officials like Jiang Ling unless absolutely necessary.

As chairman of a company worth billions, Lin Weizhong also disliked losing control over matters.

Yet even in winter, without green trees or flowers, the garden revealed itself as exquisitely refined.