Volume One, Chapter 75: Home, and Pingping’s Cultivation

“Brother Ji.”

Under the locust tree outside Wenhe Village, Li Pingping had been waiting all along. When she spotted Ji Die, a smile flickered across her delicate, oval face, and she ran forward with light, quick steps.

She still wore the embroidered shoes he had given her, though her festive red dress had been replaced by a plain, homespun garment. At ten, she was already tall, her head reaching his chest, and as she ran, she resembled a fluttering butterfly. In a few more years, she would surely grow into a graceful young woman.

“I told you to stay home and wait for me, didn’t I?” Ji Die ruffled her hair.

After learning of her ordeal, he was determined to seek justice for her! But a matter as bloody and dangerous as this was no place for her; he couldn’t risk the little girl’s heart being shaken...

Lin Li glanced at the fallen player—his aim was as precise as if he were using a cheat! Fortunately, his own equipment was sturdy enough; he quickly patched himself up with a medkit on the spot.

Yu Yi looked at Tavir, who was still sipping his milk tea. The guy had been drinking it the entire night—was it bottomless?

It was clear that this stalemate couldn’t go on. Yu Yi decided to negotiate with Starlight.

“Don’t worry, Commander Yan!” Guo Damu puffed out his chest and stared so hard that one might worry his eyes would pop out.

“If you want respect, you must be worthy of it. If you’re nothing, why should others respect you? Especially someone who comes to challenge me of their own accord.” Wan Yi’s lazy smile spread across his face, which only fueled Zou Yan’s anger.

Sakura Yaezakura had gained a little, but the way people looked at her was clearly off. Unlike their expressions toward Yu Yi, what they showed her was more confusion and fear. It was hard not to wonder what she’d done in the Central District.

He now felt absolutely certain that refusing to become an undead was the right decision. Those who’d converted had gained great power, but their intelligence was rather pitiful. He couldn’t tell if they’d always been that way or if it was a side effect.

Mai Shiranui clenched her butterfly fan so tightly it creaked, her face darkening as she darted forward like a startled hare.

He retreated step by step, avoiding the area covered by the rules of creation, his eyes flickering with terror.

“You’re mistaken—it’s three squads; one has already been wiped out,” Lin Li said coolly, picking up an energy drink for his pack. There was nothing else worth searching for around here. He decided to follow in Shroud’s footsteps.

“Qin Yang, our Solar Tribe has a rule: we do not kill those who surrender. We are fierce, but not bloodthirsty.” King Yanyang wanted Qin Yang to remember these words.

Hearing Yang Yi’s words, An Lu had no choice but to agree, though she didn’t hold out much hope for what he said.

For some reason, Yan Feng and Xue Ren both let out a sigh of relief. This thing was only useful for the executioner.

Xu Xinhua, who had held his head high before Xu Hao, now paled and broke into a cold sweat when faced with Ye Fei.

The army’s ranks swelled, and the pressure grew ever greater, yet only Jiang Yun stood there as if nothing concerned him.

“Because there are no complete divine laws in this world,” Lord Nine Purities answered with a heavy sigh. It was for this very reason that he could not become a god.

Most people could not see the bottom of the river of time; they saw only the treasures floating on the surface.

“He’s done it—he’s formed the Great Reincarnation!” Su Yiyi activated the power of fate, her pupils turning into a wheel of destiny.

At the Zhu family estate, the siblings Zhu Yan and Zhu Yan heard the sound of something cutting through the air. They assumed some grand master was passing by, but upon sensing with their minds that it was Qin Yang, they were dumbfounded.

His spirit and cultivation had both broken through, his aura utterly changed—even Luo Hou wouldn’t recognize him now.

Zuo Fei was in good spirits; a bit of rain couldn’t dampen his excitement.

The old man’s face darkened—he hadn’t expected Su Chen to refuse his “kind offer.” Anyone else would have jumped at the opportunity, but Su Chen’s decisive rejection caught him off guard.

One look at Mu Xuanling’s tangled, complex expression, his tightly furrowed brow and grave face, revealed his deep inner conflict.

Li Yuanming thought, this energy concentration technology was probably the most advanced on his home planet. Even here in Yalahai, possessing such technology—capable of destroying entire worlds at will—would make Xiu Ruobi much less arrogant.

Yao Lang, clad in a pure white fox-fur cloak, let the snow settle on his shoulders, adding to his aura of holiness.

Fortunately, Zuo Fei was diligent—if sometimes a little lazy. His job was to remind Zuo Fei to stay on track, otherwise he’d remain idle forever. Sure enough, left unchecked, Zuo Fei immediately returned to his lazy ways.

Jiang Twelve left Nine Curves City alone, becoming a wandering butcher with a traveler’s pack. With Ling Yan’s clearance token in hand, he set out anew.

“Hahaha!” Seeing dozens of Longxi Village youths, armed with crude bamboo or wooden spears and faces tense with anger, Kato Taro couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Li Yuanming understood perfectly what his mother meant—she wanted to say that Wan’er was carrying the Li family’s child. But for Shen Wan’er, that fact was deeply shameful. So, she kept her thoughts to herself.

“All right!” Su Bao’er opened the door and was immediately greeted by the sight of Leng Taiyang sitting right outside. A wave of guilt washed over her, dispelling every last trace of embarrassment from her heart.

“Do you really want to know?” Seeing her anxious face, the man’s brows rose and a faint smile curved his lips.

Though the black-robed man’s voice was not loud, it was chilling. The shadows all felt immense pressure descend on them; none dared look up, nor did they know how to respond, for their captain had ordered that no one be let in.

As the saying goes: “Skill is never a burden; what suits you is best.” Zhan Xiu understood this well.

Despite the stifling summer heat, the well-ventilated hall was cool and comfortable without a single air conditioner—after all, it was built underground.

Long Ming had also gotten word; this grand banquet was the perfect chance to work his illusions. The more guests, the greater the chaos—and with drink loosening their minds, it was all the easier for Long Ming to ensnare them.