109, the big benefactor!

The next morning, Lin Mi awoke from her slumber feeling refreshed and invigorated. The hustle and negotiations in Qinghe Town seemed to have been completely washed away by a night's restful sleep. She stretched lazily, sensing the abundant vitality coursing through her body, ready to begin the new day's plans.

She picked up her phone and sent a brief message to Wang Hu: "Wang Hu, we leave in half an hour." The terse directive carried no unnecessary explanation. Then, she simply...

Chen Tianrao widened his eyes as he stared at Lin Ming. Judging by Sister Hong’s tone, did Mr. Lin have other troubles?

On these two points, Mo Che had originally been reluctant to give up, especially since some of the common folk of the Great Zhou—among them craftsmen and blacksmiths—were his targets. But seeing Lord Yuan’s resolute stance, he did not insist further.

It was also said that the two swords of the Ancestor of the Underworld River, Yuan Tu and Abi, killed without incurring karmic consequences, meaning no issues of retribution would arise.

Fortunately, she seemed either resigned or otherwise, as she had been behaving quietly these days without any more schemes.

The man’s face was flushed, his eyes wandering uncertainly, smiling foolishly and barely able to stand—clearly quite drunk.

“Elder, you flatter me,” Mo Feng answered cautiously, feeling that the middle-aged man’s uncharacteristic lavish praise was suspicious.

The passage to the Ancient Battlefield was about to open. If only one could stay there for a hundred years or so, exchanging for some elixirs, perhaps even making further progress.

Looking up, with a sudden burst of desperation, Dong Ling broke free from his pursuers, having already slain two Iron Hand assassins armed with bows, and was now sprinting northward.

Watching her retreating figure, Jin Mo’an let out the first smile in months. When the boat reaches the bridgehead, it will pass naturally—life was not yet so bleak.

“How long do you think you can stay so arrogant!” The soul shadow, unfortunately struck by the aftershock, became even more translucent, angered and humiliated.

Only because the Empress was still present could she act so boldly. Should that day come when the Empress lost her authority or was gone altogether, the Dowager Lady of the Duke of Hengguo would undoubtedly find life unbearable. And surely, those she had offended before would show her no mercy.

She truly did not know—this was no lie. Of course, she had her suspicions, but they were just that: suspicions. There was no need to tell anyone.

“Have you considered the consequences of helping me?” Yao Beibei asked calmly. Since she had chosen to cooperate with Liu Meili, she intended to test her resolve repeatedly.

Tao Junlan gave Zi Yu a cold glance, then said only one thing: “If you truly care for your master, you should know what to do and what not to do.” With that, she didn’t even look at Zi Yu again, walking straight past her.

“Uh… Hello, brother!” Ji Yuyan’s demeanor was bright and fresh. Although his face bore some resemblance to Long Yuze, his refined aura and the tear mole at the corner of his eye added a touch of charm. Dressed in a white shirt and deep blue jeans, his casual attire made him look unmistakably like a college student.

Princess Liu of the Duan Kingdom seemed to chuckle lightly. Then Tao Junlan felt her hand lighten as the teacup was taken away. Clearly, Lady Liu had lifted the cup. Feeling this, Tao Junlan couldn’t help but breathe a slight sigh of relief—honestly, she had feared that Lady Liu might embarrass her at this moment as a show of authority.

Qin Lie’s expression faltered as he recalled the two riding atop the Red-Tailed Lion moments ago. He was at a loss for words but thought, well, it’s fine. Although this Red-Tailed Lion wasn’t a guardian spirit beast, having an additional fourth-stage late-period demon beast was still somewhat advantageous.

Hua Shao shook his head confidently. “No need, I’ve already memorized the way back!” Bai Chuan smiled satisfactorily, signaling that he could leave.

Upon entering the Vast Realm, Wang Yu also understood where the sound came from. This kind of sound was produced by the Beast Emperor directly manipulating the vibrations of the air around him.