Volume 1, Chapter 51: The Sneak Attack

“I... I just left some things here, so I have to come back and get them,” Nangong Yinyi stammered, flustered. She hadn’t expected to lose something and have it discovered by someone else.

If Gong Yecheng’s handsomeness was a blend of dashing looks and resilience, then Yue Tianyi’s charm lay in a calm steadiness, as if he had witnessed the world’s myriad facets yet carried a reassuring composure.

He believed that the Blizzard Bear, rushing back at full speed, would still not have had time to unearth the core of the Snowstorm Tiger.

Even if you possess pinnacle Stream Realm strength and can fight across tiers, do you know what you’re really facing? Ten early River Realm opponents, twenty at the peak of the Stream Realm.

Qin Xu pulled out a half pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, and with a flick of his lighter, lit it with a sharp “snap.” He inhaled deeply and then looked up at Song Nanci.

Zeng Wei wasn’t in a hurry. With his experience, he knew that although there were many projects here, none were major. If several teams worked simultaneously, it would definitely be finished within half a month, plus another week for cleanup and final touches—completely manageable.

Though Roma said there was no need for a grand ceremony, the tribespeople who had survived the floods by chance still used all the ingredients they could find to prepare a feast. The entire tribe gathered on the protruding terrace halfway up the mountain to pay respects to the gods of heaven and earth, the mountain deity, and their ancestors.

Zhan Meng was deeply worried. If her brother continued to be so carefree, she feared what terrible consequences might arise.

Under the night’s veil, the pouring rain fell coldly on their bodies, chillier even than the ice-covered lake in winter.

As soon as Qin Sangruo entered the private room, many people surrounded her, showering her with compliments and congratulations. Accustomed to such scenes where everyone orbited around her like stars around the moon, Qin Sangruo responded with a calm expression.

The Japanese Zero fighter pilot responsible for escort duty was dumbfounded by the scene. The entire engagement lasted only minutes, but this battle had caused them heavy losses. Suddenly, an ominous foreboding crept into his heart.

The public forum remained as lively as ever, undiminished by the disappearance of the “Reincarnation” topic. Instead, numerous posts about her topping the wealth rankings and becoming first on three lists stole the spotlight from discussions about the emergence of divine artifacts.

Ye Feng watched Zhong Ling, who was crying and laughing simultaneously, and sighed helplessly, feeling a warmth he couldn’t quite express.

Seeing the Second Madam’s demeanor, Dongfang Fengfei cast a cold smile her way before turning her back and heading toward Dongfang Hong’s courtyard.

Chenxi narrowed her eyes. That must be Jiang Qi, the ghost cultivator who had come looking for him—perhaps even specifically sent.

It had to be said that Lin Sisi was sometimes truly foolish. She probably treated the elderly woman before her as her own grandmother or took herself far too seriously.

Once her palm was unharmed, Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief. Yet, his brow furrowed again, realizing that confronting Ding Chunqiu, whose entire body was infused with deadly poison, bare-handed was a disadvantage.

Bombers without escort resembled cumbersome buffaloes—large in size but still wounded repeatedly by the agile fighters.

No matter how resentful Mo Chengmin felt deep down, he dared not show it in front of Mo Yuchen. He knew well he was no match for his father’s scheming mind. If Mo Yuchen was displeased with him, he would only be held in less regard.

Cen Yutong was indeed exhausted. The earlier shock had caused her head to rush with blood, and now her vision blurred and darkened in waves. She obediently got into the car as instructed.

When completing these three tasks, any rewards earned belonged to the player. However, after defeat, players had to wait a while before attempting advanced tasks again, and their highest-level skill would be reduced by one as a penalty.

The palace under nightfall resembled a sleeping giant. Even with its fangs and claws retracted, it inspired awe in those present, who dared not act rashly for fear of awakening it and inviting calamity.

The door to the room was half-open; inside, no one was there. Wang Jue had not lied—General Zhao had indeed not returned.

Only Li Shuer felt immense relief. She was grateful she had helped Feng Wan in her time of distress and even more so for Feng Wan’s unusually warm and friendly attitude toward her, as if they had known each other for years.

With that thought, the fear vanished instantly. I swung my sword fiercely, and with a sharp slash, though I didn’t see her face, a lock of her hair was severed.

Who was Rong An? After hearing the queen’s conversation with Rong Mei and observing the surrounding crowd’s expressions, his heart sank as he pieced together some possibilities.

Zhu Zhide thought he was being modest. He looked deeply at him, then raised his head and finished his cup of tea, thinking: This gentleman seems cold and distant but perhaps is actually quite the opposite. Could it be that his aloofness stems from poor social skills, deliberately keeping others at arm’s length?

The world is unpredictable. Some things don’t develop as we wish. What will my future hold? Suddenly, Qingdai felt a bit lost.

Yet, at that moment, I overlooked a crucial detail—the magical guardians stationed on the staircases to the left and right.

Meanwhile, the herbs inside the space, once sparse, had grown lush in recent days. Only one mushroom failed to survive. The strawberry plant sprawled across the ground, bearing dense clusters of fruit the size of lychees, bright red and delightful. A single bite released a flood of juice—sweet and delicious.