Volume One, Chapter 62: The Arrival of Lin Baohu

The Fu family would cease to exist? What kind of joke was that? The power of the Fu family was not just idle talk. Otherwise, why would all the nobility and prominent figures of the entire East Sea flock to Old Master Fu’s birthday banquet, jostling for a chance to attend? For the Fu family to vanish, it would be as if the sky itself had fallen.

Luo Jinshi tapped her head; she really had been exhausted lately. Ji Shannan had already figured it out from the phone call. Luo Jinshi’s voice had been so loud on the call, and with Ji Shannan’s sharp hearing, he naturally caught every word.

The spoiled young girl understood. Liu Yunfei had put all his points into agility, and agility could also boost physical defense. If she were the one to face that monster, even with her health exceeding twenty thousand, sustaining more than two thousand damage per hit, she wouldn’t last through ten attacks.

They advanced another two or three kilometers. Once the scouts ahead regrouped with them, they all activated stealth mode.

Where was this? This was the territory of the Silverwing Legion—in simple terms, the domain of Eastern Myth! In this patch of land, regardless of whether one was a member of Eastern Myth, who would dare not give them due respect? There was always the possibility that, if Eastern Myth expanded in the future, they would be recruited into this iron-blooded team.

Lele felt a pang of sorrow as she looked at her two adorable cousins. How tragic it was that they were born to such parents, to suffer from illness—one begging for death on his knees, the other pleading with his parents for just a few more years of life. The thought made her heart ache.

And the old rascal? Though not a deity, his physical strength far surpassed that of anyone present by several times.

“Senior Witch King, is this what you meant?” Yun Guo took out the mysterious white jade and placed it in his palm for the Witch King to inspect.

“No need for thanks, boss. This is our duty. Besides, we don’t need so many people; I reckon ten will be enough. The nine who spoke up earlier, come with me to the gallows.” In a spirit of heroic sacrifice, Miao Yi stabbed forward, rushing to the front of the group.

Sun Wukong, for his part, went to seek help from his old neighbor, the Dragon King of the East Sea. Though Jiaoguang was unwilling, he dared not offend Sun Wukong and thus accompanied him to Drill Mountain.

After all, these rooms were meant for people to live in. Once occupied, eating, drinking, and other basic needs became unavoidable. Perhaps those living in an “ice cream” room wouldn’t notice, but as a neighbor, catching a glimpse during a meal was enough to make anyone lose their appetite.

“You don’t remember me?” Lin Mianmian asked calmly, a strange expression flickering in her eyes.

Park Yu backed out, having seen many rebels fleeing. She was preparing to use her K-execution, and immediately began to speak with unstoppable eloquence, devouring billions of lives as if she were a ravenous beast.

Captain Li and Deputy Director Liu immediately understood from his words that he was trying to get rid of them.

Director Zhou, who had just been working in his office, heard from his subordinates that Comrade Li, who had come earlier to repay his debt ahead of time, had returned. He quickly put down his work and hurried over.

Qin Mian believed that Granny Li felt guilty, and from a psychological standpoint, her glances towards the door were preparations to escape.

They knew little about this new adversary. Even Feng San and later Sun She and Iron Rivet were not familiar with him. They only knew that he had long operated independently, often achieving victories and held considerable prestige in Lou Zishi’s army.

The Wind Elf’s attire was magnificent and exquisite, a long dress woven from white clouds, its hem floating like mist—elegant and mysterious.

The struggle for the throne among men was always so despicable and shameless; for the sake of power, even brothers would kill each other without hesitation.

The Hand of Creation recipe required a rare material called “Stellar Sheepskin,” which emitted a faint blue glow, as if imbued with endless celestial power. This sheepskin was both soft and resilient, and only the most skilled alchemists could forge it into various shapes.