Volume One, Chapter 125: Returning to the Yun Family

Before Li Yi could cultivate a tender atmosphere, Yingzi retorted with a feigned heartlessness.

In truth, he had never met Shu Xin's boss; he only knew the young man was named Qi Lin, a phantom-like figure who was notoriously difficult to reach.

He was the type who, despite living an unsatisfactory life himself, could not bear to witness the suffering of others.

Before Lin Yun could finish speaking, his phone rang. He pulled it out and glanced at the screen; it was Zhang Cheng.

The former City Lord, Lady Tamao Yuki, was a friend of the Black Yaksha, and Cheng Feng was a friend of the Black Yaksha, so logically, the connection held up.

With the weather clearing, the townspeople, who had been forced to stay indoors and deplete their stores for days, had long since begun to labor diligently. The streets were teeming with people bustling about for survival, making the scene even more lively than usual.

Jiang Hua did not hide anything. In a survival game, anything is possible. As for items, that depended on fate; they were always present in the dungeons, provided one could find them.

Jiang Hua was somewhat curious: if the room were empty and devoid of anything, would there be any danger in entering it?

Although Liu Yan felt a sense of reluctance, he had to obey his Imperial Father's words, and he understood the principle that fallen leaves return to their roots.

When a person’s mental state is overly tense and they seek unconventional thrills—such as engaging in illicit outdoor encounters, car trysts, or affairs—the resulting rise in blood pressure places far greater stress on the cardiovascular system than during normal intimacy, significantly increasing the risk of sudden death.

"Big brother, I’m calling you big brother now. I know you’re formidable, truly formidable—even Lu Bu was... but this matter is absolutely not as simple as you imagine. Listen to me; being the only male in the entire school, one naturally draws intense attention in every respect."

Among the ancient texts before him lay various dazzling, brilliant crystals, their luster igniting a greedy glint in his eyes.

Wang Ge and Liu Ya felt even more distressed; if only they had been the ones to rush forward and restrain the patient, perhaps such a tragedy would not have occurred.

Amidst the chatter of the crowd, a golden sun rose slowly, sweeping away the gloom and ushering in another vibrant morning on the Shenxiao Continent.

In the chairman's office of the Zhao Group, a youth lay sprawled across the sofa with no regard for decorum, playing Honor of Kings on his phone. A closer look at the youth would reveal a striking resemblance to Zhao Yun from the game.

In his daily rescue work, he had lost count of how many suicidal individuals he had saved. Yet, never had a day been as sorrowful or as unsettling as this one.

The scorching sun in the sky now hung low in the west, about to dip below the horizon. The warm, orange light spilled over the vast, emerald grassland, casting a dreamlike, ethereal beauty.

In fact, he had seen much in the man’s face yesterday. He had not intended to speak, but perhaps feeling a sense of shared misfortune, he ultimately changed his mind.

"Stop guessing. You will naturally know when the time is ripe," the scarred man said, shaking his head and cutting off his conjectures.

Shokuhou Misaki’s voice was exceptionally calm, devoid of its usual elegance and allure, yet a subtle, murderous intent hid beneath that composure.

According to Feng Yu, the Dragon Transformation Order was indeed a treasure. But no matter how good an object is, one must have the strength and the life to enjoy it.

The call ended, and Liu Ziyan let out a heavy sigh of relief. She had finally managed to handle Grandpa Sun. It seemed the spontaneous idea she had come up with was truly effective. She would use this excuse to notify the others later and whittle the group of a dozen down to ten.

Ye Qingming sent a portion of his non-material life force back to the Dayu headquarters; he needed to hear the summarized analysis report. He was equally concerned about the green crystalline object, otherwise, he would not have participated in the exploration himself.

However, at this moment, Saten Ruiko stood frozen in place, startled by the violent spray of blood from Inoue Eihua’s body as he roared in emotional agitation.

Ye Tian threw with extreme precision; those dark, indistinct objects seemed to have eyes of their own, chasing after the fleeing evil gods and landing right at their feet.

"Clarence, how did you get in here? Why didn't any of us notice you?" Walking side-by-side with Clarence, Rosa could not suppress her curiosity. She wanted to know if she had been unobservant or if Clarence possessed some other method of reaching this place.

Although these Black Demon Guards were touted as elites, they paled in comparison to true prodigies; otherwise, they would not have been relegated to mere sentries. Moreover, no matter how strong they were, they could only bully those in the Divine Mansion Realm. Qin Heng could already defeat experts in the Heaven-Questioning Realm; in front of him, these people were nothing more than clay chickens and pottery dogs.

Qin Heng’s indifferent words struck Gu Chen’s heart like a sharp blade, causing him to sway and nearly collapse to the ground.

As a glimmer of hope emerged, Po Xiao held his breath, doing his best to remain perfectly still. He hooked the end of the rope with his fingers and pulled slowly. The rope loosened, and he felt the sunlight piercing through the roof. The temperature rose, and even snowmelt began to drip—this was poisonous water.

Bai Xuan possessed great martial prowess and superior strategy; her entire demeanor exuded a reckless, fearless aura, and there was not the slightest trace of admiration for him.

Chen Xun wished he could slaughter his way back to the Taiyi World this very moment, but the current state of the heavens and earth did not permit such impulses; they did not yet possess the strength to govern the cosmic order.

In his description, "The wealthy annexed land, occupying vast expanses, while only two or three parts of ten were taxed. This led to the flight of the poor and the inability to collect taxes." The collapse of the Equal-Field System did not begin in the mid-Tang, but had been growing increasingly severe since the Kaiyuan era.

Over there, Ke Yawen ran to her doorstep, tears and snot streaming down her face, as if she had endless grievances she wished to pour out.