Volume One, Chapter 30: Encountering Jiang Moli Again... Su Luo

“We can’t stay here any longer!” Ji Die didn’t give chase. He glanced at the cave dwelling where he’d lived for ten days. He wasn’t afraid of retaliation, only unwilling to invite trouble and disturb his peaceful life.

He relocated to a more secluded spot on the Pill Peak, carving out a new cave dwelling. Seated cross-legged within, his eyes flickered as he mused, “That man must have noticed I’ve been selling quite a few Spirit Ascension Fruits recently—so he set his sights on me.” He had already changed his clothes and soaked his arm—burned by the fire serpent—in cold water to dull the pain.

After a brief moment’s thought, he ceased to worry about the other party. So what if he’d drawn attention? They had no way of knowing where the Spirit Ascension Fruits came from, as long as he didn’t…

He was in the middle of this thought when the old madam was suddenly racked with violent coughing, her body trembling uncontrollably as she awoke in great pain. Shang Jiaojiao hurried to support her, taking the restorative medicine from the waiting maid and helping the old madam drink it. But this medicine could only stave off the symptoms for a short while. Shang Jiaojiao cast Lin Ke a pleading look, her eyes full of desperation.

The kilometer-wide area had been divided among five teams, each responsible for a two-hundred-meter segment. Every team was equipped with three walkie-talkies for communication, so they could alert one another immediately if they encountered trouble or danger they couldn’t resolve alone.

“By the way, could you help me find a change of clothes? It’s really inconvenient to keep wearing this,” Tao Yiting said, a little embarrassed.

Yet, when she understood Charles’s intentions—and especially when she noticed his courtesy—her expression quickly regained its composure.

Endlessly reviewing the myriad methods of plague-spreaders in his memory, Charles cast surreptitious glances at the environment, pondering how he might counter this opponent if it came to a confrontation.

Lin Ke began to worry about how to face tomorrow. Should he feign illness and refuse to get up? Wouldn’t that admit he was afraid of Liang Yu Chenxi? Why had he softened today? He should have finished him off—he was already starting to regret it.

Brilliant, dazzling as the sun, his golden hair remained neatly cropped, while his exposed skin looked even smoother than before. His features as a whole had grown more defined.

Charles could sense the other’s emotions; there was no anger. He began to see this previously timid and sycophantic fat elf in a new light.

Xiu Shui, after years of training, had learned to present herself in any manner required, but today she only wanted to show her most beautiful side to Mo Fu.

Hong Tianlei kept repeating a single phrase: “One palm, one palm… Surging Wave Palm!” He suddenly raised his voice.

A streak of cyan light darted about as Zong Shuai hammered his fist onto the ancient battle spear, setting it ringing.

Leona must have seen Earth’s data while scanning the Tech Fist’s records. Although Lin Fei hadn’t authorized copying, with Project Origin’s prodigious memory, Leona remembered plenty.

Sun Dali didn’t try to move the antlers or wade through the water, nor did he think to burn the antlers and draw attention with fire. True to his straightforward nature, he chose the simplest solution: a frontal assault.

The Netherblood Flower bore a toxin called Netherbone Poison, but even it couldn’t withstand its own fumes for long.

Han Xiao’s eyelid twitched uncontrollably—he hadn’t activated the Demonic Dragon’s Fire, yet the Severing Silence Sword’s blade was suddenly awash in dark red light.

A barrage of explosions erupted. Every one of Zhu Xiao’s attacks carried immense power, leaving Lucifer, the Killing Emperor, and Dream Fantasy all struggling. Even the combined might of three billion-level powerhouses couldn’t turn the tide.

“The power to slay gods?” Ye Huan was taken aback. Gods were omnipotent beings; even he was merely a pawn. How could a pawn possess the might to kill a god?

Though this cave had long since been abandoned, those who had once come here found it hard to break old habits.

“Use energy blasts to attack,” Lin Mu glanced at the bald man’s position and decided not to waste more time—every minute was precious.

Because of Mu Xiner’s proud and willful nature, she ignored anything that didn’t serve her purposes.

Han Madman didn’t even wait for July to make a move. With the idea that the best defense is a good offense, he charged straight at July.

As expected, not to his surprise, the Aurora Ship was soon bid up to two hundred thousand, but by then only two or three bidders remained.

“A master! An absolute master! I never imagined such a master existed at our school!” Li Yu took a long moment to gather himself, and the first words out of his mouth were praise for Ning Hanxiang.

“You nearly scared me to death!” He Yueyan rushed over and threw herself into Liu Yifei’s arms, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.

Brad’s words comforted his deputy as much as himself; he felt just as uncertain being invited onto the pirate ship.

When the chaos finally subsided, Liu Yifei gently stroked Wang He’s cheek, tenderly wiping away his sweat, then smoothed the strands of hair stuck to his brow.

After assigning rooms for Liu Xing and the other eight, Elder Liu Qing left with Xiong Renqiang and the others.

Meanwhile, with the power of the Ninth Universe’s space, they ruthlessly severed the connection between the universes they’d created and their origins, establishing isolated worlds.

As for Xiong Batian, he’d been brought to the Central Lands years ago. Only someone with his resilience could survive such prolonged torment. The only thing he’d gained from years of slavery was learning the language of the Central Lands during endless waiting and suffering.

Meng Hu, however, didn’t even spare those four battalions a second thought; true soldiers aren’t made by training, but by war.

There were said to be no survivors, but in fact, a few of the most skilled—like Daoist Master Miaoxuan—ended up prisoners of Qi Jiguang.

Ning Jingcheng and the others were likely all about the same age, but their personalities and mental maturity differed greatly. If Ning Jingcheng was a sophisticated college student, then Lin Mingzhe was just an ordinary youth—one spoiled by his parents at that.