Chapter 49: The First Victory Over the Enemy

A pained groan escaped from Chen Feng’s lips; he hadn’t expected the opponent to strike back, and the talisman she used was clearly of superior quality. A thread-thin bolt of lightning left him dizzy and reeling.

Wei Yunxi gave him no chance to recover—armed with the principle of striking while your enemy is weak, she rushed forward, wielding her spirit sword. She’d never systematically studied swordsmanship, but recently she’d become quite familiar with the basic moves: chopping, slashing, stabbing, flicking, and sweeping. Now, she unleashed them all at once.

But hadn’t he just said something about “taking over the place”? Did he mean this shop was transferred to him?

Sun Wukong couldn’t help but secretly curl his lip as he watched Yu Gan, who appeared every bit the virtuous and enlightened monk. He wondered if all monks in the world were so adept at changing their faces. If he didn’t know Yu Gan so well, he might have been fooled by that solemn, dignified bearing.

There was something buried deep in her mind—she wanted to recall it, to excavate what she had forgotten about herself.

Without a priest present, Qin Yan could only rely on his own methods to boost his attack and movement speed.

Meanwhile, the National Patent Office quickly gave high priority to Zhou Jingming’s patent application. Normally a lengthy process, Zhou Jingming received the domestic patent for his direct injection technology in just two weeks.

“So, what exactly is your opinion? What are you really trying to say?” Shen Mengting folded her arms.

The first haze lingered, stubbornly refusing to disperse, like eyes that couldn’t open—no matter what, true clarity was impossible.

Zhao Yu already understood the general situation when the news arrived. The enemy had launched a sudden surprise attack on the Saran main camp, inflicting heavy losses on their main forces. If not for the elves’ aid from the Elria Principality, the main force would likely have been annihilated by Solon.

“Alright, I’ll take one and give it as a gift.” Zhou Jingming took another bite of the watermelon, savoring its sweetness.

He knew Mu Xiao and he had once been lovers. At sunset, they ran together on the playground. Mu Chun said his ideal was to save all of humanity. Mu Xiao bent over with a smile: then I’ll save Mu Chun.

At dawn, people in the mining district were still fast asleep. The Mu Mu mansion, which had been noisy all day, was now silent as sparrows; everyone was lost in their own dreams.

Though he thought this way, he understood that endlessly training alone brought little result. Even if he didn’t rely on elixirs to break through, he needed to venture out and spar with other cultivators—to accelerate his progress by different means.

While the surrounding players wanted to ask more, they knew such matters would never be revealed. So, with a hint of envy, they dispersed.

Compared to the mighty dragon kings led by Nefarian, or super beasts like Jormungandr and Fenrir—beings akin to the greatest gods of their pantheon—Crude, the fantasy creature raised by Qi Wuce, was merely a straggler, far weaker even than Finnbaba had been.

“They are not only Hao’s sisters, but mine as well. I will not abandon them; this is not just Hao’s wish.” With gentle steps, she walked into the house.

“Hahahahaha! I jumped straight to level 55! Unbelievable! My companions are looking at me like I’m some kind of monster!” Che Lingqing’s joy was boundless.

“Brother Sorrow, when I found her, she was near the Death Breath Tree. If we want to find out how she entered the Abyss, we should start there,” said the lone cultivator.

After the ambush, the white moths between them were cleared away, but now more white moths swooped in from behind in waves.

Meanwhile, the pentagonal seal array was destroyed in the rampaging darkness, leaving only the pure Heaven-and-Earth Qi Gathering formation. Spiritual energy within a five-hundred-li radius was concentrated, and with the concealment gone, a deep blue sky appeared above the village.