Volume 1, Chapter 41: A Decade-Long Fan

Fine, for the sake of Zhuo Ling’s straightforwardness, she would forgive him for leaving her out in the cold all this time. Even from a distance, she could sense her man’s presence. Tsk, she and her man really shared a telepathic connection; she had only just stepped out of the hotel when she ran into him.

"Go down there," Yu Wushi signaled with his gaze, and Zhong Tao understood immediately, striding toward the venue below.

The room was deathly silent at this moment, everyone holding their breath as they watched Xu Yan treat Mu Yuncheng’s eyes.

She nestled into my arms, wiggling a few times as if searching for a comfortable position. After a couple of soft whimpers, she quieted down, opening one eye to peek at me.

She sighed helplessly and was just about to shift her body to change positions when her sore, weak limbs immediately protested.

Qin Ming understood that once he was destroyed, no one would dare fight over these magical artifacts, and they would inevitably return to the hands of the Ancestor of Creation.

Both were momentarily stunned. Then, Gu Wu cast an apologetic look at Yuan Qian and slammed the courtyard gate shut with a loud bang.

The most obvious difference was that a "mustard seed" space was created through sheer magic power and had no connection to the real world, whereas a phase space maintained a close link to reality, allowing one to "see" the outside world from within.

Before I could even open my mouth to stop him, I turned my head to see the scowling guard who loved to glare, intent on pushing his way inside.

He had known the Wan family disciples were skilled, but he truly had not expected Wan Miao and Jing Yi to possess such formidable mountain combat capabilities; it left him genuinely astonished.

"Is that true?" Gelman, who had remained silent until now, couldn't help but be shocked. Since when had Princess Nian learned such high-level magic incantations?

"Who? Who killed my son, Qinglie?!" Song Yuncheng looked at his son’s cold corpse, consumed by grief and fury.

"If you refuse to concede, I will have no choice but to do it myself," Ji Mo said, waving his precious fan. A holy light wove together, transforming into sword energy of holy light, terrifyingly powerful.

With that, Lan Ziyi spurred his horse forward, and the entire moving procession began to advance slowly behind him.

Chen Qingxuan cursed under his breath. He had come to find Luo Yan'er to discuss their engagement, but with the two of them exchanging such flirtatious glances, how could he possibly have an appetite?

Changing the seal in his hands, Xiao Yu closed his eyes and began to absorb the massive profound energy from the liquid of the Jade Heaven Herb.

Tang Jinsheng sat on a flower bed by the roadside, clutching his phone in hesitation for a long time, ultimately unable to figure out how to tell his wife about this matter.

However, unexpectedly, the moment Uncle He’s sword light closed in, Zhou Xingyun drew his blade, elegantly spun the sword in a flourish, and neutralized the incoming, aggressive technique.

"Alright, it’s settled then. Don't push yourself too hard during your practice tonight, little brother." After saying this, Ye Wumei turned, walked to the side, and sat cross-legged in meditation.

"This looks like trouble," Jiang Chen gritted his teeth, thinking to himself. Zhang Wuliang must have realized that he was the one who killed Zhang Qian.

"What a powerful monster." Liu Yunfei sighed from the bottom of his heart. He felt as if he had just finished a duel with a highly skilled warrior player, and he was physically and mentally exhausted. Because of the opponent’s incredibly high attack power, he had been teetering on the edge of being one-shot the entire time.

Just then, a soldier arrived with an urgent eight-hundred-mile dispatch. The Kipchak Khan took the letter sealed with red wax, scanned it at a glance, and a strange smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Is this the condensation of a Martial Pellet?" Sensing the changes in his dantian, Jiang Chen seemed to forget his pain, his eyes flashing with a hint of great joy.

"I’ve fractured my arm. Don’t make a scene, it’s fine. Go out the back door and bring back a doctor." Having said that, he ignored Gili’s stunned expression and stepped inside.

"That will do. The metropolitan area is filled with wealthy merchants and gold is everywhere. I want to join forces with Lord Sasaki to conquer Tianjin Wei; we’ll split the silver seven to three!" Yan Shifan said through gritted teeth.

Upon reaching the Goblin Cave, it was essentially a team of level 20 players running a level 10 dungeon. After Zhuo Yun changed into a full set of top-tier green equipment, she had gained impressive offensive capabilities. Furthermore, Liu Yunfei was far stronger than the average level 10 player, making the entire clear process impossible to describe as anything other than effortless.

Seeing that Tong Tian remained silent for a long time, Hou Tu felt quite suspicious. She looked up and saw Tong Tian sitting upright on his cloud bed, his expression stern.

"Mr. Luo, this is entirely my fault for allowing those two to sneak within ten feet of me," Xin Jiao said, her legs actually beginning to buckle.

Feng Yang tossed a bundle at Yi Yu, who caught it. Feng cursed, "Damn it! Your armor sat in that shop for half a year without you picking it up; it’s already been sent back to the legion headquarters!" Only then did Yi Yu feel that Feng wasn't just pulling his leg; otherwise, the armor and weapons wouldn't have been in Feng's possession.

Yi Yu marveled inwardly. Indeed, such things were rare to come by. Very few people would pass on everything they had accumulated to someone else upon their departure; the sheer number of God-Demon Stones required for such an inheritance was something most people could never afford.

The image of the True Dragon was actually slashed apart, turning into countless specks of golden dust that vanished into the sky. Meanwhile, the other three flood dragons all shattered into ice and snow, falling to the ground.

"Second Sister, do you think he can save Eldest Sister and the others? It’s been so long and he still hasn't come out!" The Fourth Princess finally couldn't help but ask.

"Ancient Spirit Mountain... no wonder they would join forces with Penglai..." Han Yi narrowed his eyes, the chill radiating from his body turning almost tangible; everywhere it passed, the air nearly froze.

Yin Juntian was also burning with anxiety, but since his wife was already in such distress, he couldn't bring himself to say anything more that would upset her further.

Just as I finished speaking, an unusually perverted and evil thought suddenly entered my mind. I couldn't help but shudder after the thought crossed my mind—it was simply too inhumane.

When Chi Yan wasn't too busy, he would always greet Yi Yu warmly. Yi Yu had to believe that Chi Yan was not the cold and arrogant person he appeared to be on the surface; on the contrary, he was very easy to get along with. Regardless of what he was truly like inside, as long as he consistently projected this persona, it couldn't be dismissed as mere hypocrisy or affectation.