Chapter 43: Entangled Once More-With a Dimensional Chat Group in Hand, the Doomed Side Character Soars to Immortality(Ephemeral clouds and fleeting winds, like the tinkling of wind chimes in passing moments.)

Li Muran certainly wasn’t hoping to profit from those diamonds; he simply used them as a means to hone his spiritual power. Ever since advancing to the “Interfering Matter” realm, ordinary methods of mental cultivation had lost all effect on him.

Once they departed, Ron abruptly felt as if he’d suddenly lost a sturdy shield.

Astoria lay atop Harry’s back, her arms wrapped around his neck, her lively feet kicking playfully. Her head poked out from Harry’s right shoulder as she curiously gazed at the many booklets set before them.

During this time, Qin Tian observed the shopkeeper closely. Rather than a child, he seemed more like an ancient monster; his conduct was no different from that of an adult.

Lei Xiaotian was last to leave. After handing over his jade token, only one remained in the drawing box. He took it, flipped it over, and saw a single character: Five.

This had only just happened—Yan Lie encountered it while entering the palace to offer thanks. Now, upon seeing Chu Zhaoyu, he hurried to share the joyous news.

From the crystal at his chest, torrents of golden light surged wildly into Luo Yi’s body. In no time, the entire Sunfire Crystal was absorbed completely.

Before the final shot, Dragon Fang Squad still led, followed by Tiger Squad, with Rebel Fire Squad close behind. In other words, the last round remained a contest between Zhang Yu, Xue Wu, and Zuo Yicheng.

The elite team glanced at one another, surprised Zhang Yu hadn’t been penalized. That even the captain had failed the question, while a fresh recruit guessed it right—there was simply no place to reason anymore.

The sword swept horizontally, and instantly, countless sword shadows appeared in the air. This was the Huashan Sect’s advanced sword technique, “One Qi Becomes Three Purities”—though now, it created far more than just three.

He was practical; when unsettled, he sought to resolve the issue and dispel anxiety, rather than sit and let uneasy feelings spread.

Since the opposition revealed their scheme and still hoped to trick Chu Yun, he was determined to see who could outwit whom—or whose performance would prove superior.

Equipment Skill: Rapid Cooldown—After using a skill, there’s a 30% chance for the skill to automatically trigger again, while reducing its cooldown by 50%.

In an instant, concentrated, purified vital energy transformed into threads of Nirvana Tribulation Sword Force, merging into Xu Ming’s dantian.

Yu Hu considered—why was he asked to collect the silver himself? He boldly guessed: Could it be to search for evidence of the Golden Toad’s crime?

Even if the Crown Prince’s blade wasn’t sharp, there remained the Empress’s blade. It might not kill a prince, but pinning him down so he couldn’t rise again would be effortless.

Yu Hu’s expression was indifferent, his hands bound behind him so he couldn’t move, but still replied politely.

“Damn it, let’s treat this filthy Golden Crow to a round of our Super Spirit Phantom Railguns!” Seeing Di Jun charging in, Liu Nianfeng laughed arrogantly. The Super Spirit Phantom Railguns installed on the fleet all lit up instantly.

They expected the villa to collapse after this assault, but to their astonishment, not a single tile was broken—the villa stood perfectly intact.

All around, the tightly woven military defenses erupted—anti-air guns fired like rockets, unleashing furious barrages.

Gu Xiang was startled and dismayed at Yan Zhen’s sudden death. Though they’d had no personal ties, she understood: The Southern Cultivation Realm was far too weak, and Yan Zhen was its only hope. With his death, the realm was in dire peril.

“You’re the campus doctor, Ye Haochuan, from Haishan University Hospital?” Miao Hui’s gaze fell on Ye Haochuan—so young, she wondered if he truly had the skills.

Especially since this outsider bore an indelible flaw, making him impossible to ignore. The women couldn’t help but feel indignation on behalf of their idol.

The leading man greeted from afar, fists clasped in a friendly smile, as if he’d suddenly spotted an old friend.

Niu Ziwei took a deep breath; there was both hate and love in his heart, though now the love was no longer pure romance.

But at this moment, I ought to thank him! He brought out the food, packed up the backpacks, and began roasting with focus.

If Liang’s army could resolve the cavalry issue and form a powerful mounted force like Jin’s, then in the coming battles, they wouldn’t be so passive.

Lu Pan watched the scene, sighed softly, and flicked his sleeve. Old Master Lin’s body solidified, allowing Lin Jie’s aunt to touch her father. She couldn’t help but cling to his leg and burst into tears. The other three, ashamed, knelt down as well.

Wu Fuming’s worst fear came true; he’d worried about it all the way here. He didn’t fear Wang Chen betraying him—if he chose Wang Chen, he trusted him. Should Wang Chen really stab him in the back, he’d just accept his bad luck.

Yuan Dalou immediately declared, “First group’s duel: Second Young Marshal Yuan wins. Young Marshal, you’ve worked hard. No, no, Young Marshal, you haven’t worked hard. Dealing with two mere gentry sons was hardly a hardship.” The referee continued to flatter wildly. Yuan Chengdong nodded casually and took a seat below the stage.

Shen Nuo looked at the wound on his hand; her face turned pale. She didn’t hesitate—she quickly pulled out her phone, dialed emergency services, and called the police.

After the celebration, several minutes passed before the boss realized Jiang Rui was still waiting. He grinned and rubbed his hands together, beaming.