Volume 1, Chapter 63: Someone Has to Take Charge

Lu Rui gave her an appreciative look. Under these circumstances, it was inconvenient for her to refute Nalan Mingzhu, nor could she blatantly accuse anyone. She could only act as a victim and a bystander on the sidelines.

Driven by heavy profits, there are bound to be reckless men. The conditions offered by the Heavenly Dao Hall drove the entire continent wild. Instantly, waves surged everywhere, and countless people roamed about in search of Tang Ye.

Hearing the last sentence, Xuan Ye smiled again, reaching out to gently brush a lock of hair clinging to her cheek.

Originally, she had planned to recruit some men to do the work, but many of the female managers strongly opposed the idea. As men, they always enjoyed numerous conveniences in this world. These women worried they would be overshadowed, their deficiencies exposed, and ultimately have their upward mobility blocked by men, or even lose their jobs altogether.

The match resumed. Yang柯 walked slowly onto the court with his teammates, and looking into the distance at the bench where Leonard was sipping an energy drink, he suddenly burst into a happy smile.

"That person comes from a clan known as the Solar God Race. Their name has become a taboo throughout the starry sky, and their strength is terrifying. To practice the Ten Suns Scripture, they even captivity-reared a group of masters who cultivated the power of the sun to supply the Sun Heart of the grotto-heaven."

After growing larger, those ghosts bore a depraved expression similar to that of men, grinding their teeth with a creaking sound. Then, gazing at Yu Yang in the distance as if looking at a delicious meal, they drooled profusely.

Not to mention that as the founder and leader of the very first guild in the game, in terms of reputation and seniority, few in the Hengshan Sect could rival her.

She left the room with a smile. The old lady had slaughtered two large hens, placed them in a basket, and told her to carry them up, saying they would be stewed for the evening meal.

Yet just as Jin Fugui was leaving, a line of people stood behind Ge Tianhong, headed by Tan Gang.

"Hehe...!" Lan Yiyi's words and expression moved everyone to a chuckle. With this laughter, everyone felt the atmosphere ease considerably.

He even suspected that his reason for refusing to treat Third Brother... was perhaps because he had anticipated all along that Sister Li would take such a step?

"How old are you this year?" the man asked, smiling as he looked at Lan Chengcheng, his voice intoxicatingly hearty.

And the golden man of the first level of the Desolate Ancient Realm before them was none other than the general who commanded the three armies of the ancient Wutu Kingdom!

Leaning against the wall to catch his breath for a good while, he finally managed to stop his legs from trembling. Looking left and right, he trusted his intuition and walked right. I have no idea where that intuition came from; I just made a subconscious choice. Anyway, there was no time limit at the moment, so it didn't matter if the choice was wrong or right—if he couldn't find the way on the right, he would just go back and check the left.

"Well, alright then?" Lan Ziyue finally compromised. She couldn't very well forcefully snatch Yi'er away from him! Yi'er was sleeping so soundly right now; if he didn't get enough sleep, his temper would be quite nasty. Besides, she still had to cook dinner for so many people. Along this journey, she had truly become a nanny.

By the time he finally managed to reach the tree by the seaside, the tide had already begun to rise gradually. The deep pit where he had stayed earlier had vanished under the washing of the seawater, leaving only a faint mark to prove that someone had indeed waded there previously.

If she accepted it, she would always feel as though she had received an exceptionally lavish gift from him, which would inevitably leave her with a lingering sense of unease in her heart.

By now, the Wolf Gang had become the top gang in Caojiadu, reaching the pinnacle of this region. If they wanted to expand further, they would have to move into other districts of Shanghai.

Tian Yu had not expected Zhang He to be thick-skinned enough to shift the blame onto him, leaving him even more speechless for a moment. Moreover, not only was Zhang He making excuses, but he was also throwing in a flattering remark, which left Tian Yu with no way to bicker with him further.

Hearing the man in sunglasses speak thus, Su Qi felt even more averse. This was clearly a routine of one playing the bad cop while the other played the good cop. While the cigarette-smoking man had been discourteous to him, this fellow switched to a chummy tone to cozy up, repeatedly bringing up matters concerning his "troupe." It was a clear message to Su Qi: don't you dare be ignorant of the rules.

Generally speaking, those who entered the Hall of Inheritance stayed anywhere from three to five hundred years at most, to thirty or fifty years at the least. Who had ever heard of someone like Song Yue coming out after just a few months? Even more startlingly, this fellow had actually mastered three mantra divine abilities and seven major divine abilities in one go. If word of this got out, wouldn't it trigger a violent shockwave across the demon realm?

Those cultivators said that all the ancient gods within this place had perished, but had they truly died? They did not believe it either, because countless signs here indicated not only that the god had not died, but that it was waiting for something. Time and again, they heard the mournful cries of ghosts and gods.

If they still failed to understand this much, then they might as well go off and practice some demonic arts instead—why bother studying the upright and magnanimous Confucian path?

Subsequently, amidst a gaze filled with envy, Mi Dou was led away to select a minor spirit art. The Hall Master of the Arhat Hall personally escorted Mi Dou to the inner hall. The inner hall was luxuriously decorated, with towering giant Buddha statues everywhere, carrying an ancient scent of incense that brought peace to the mind and soul.

The most abundant treasures in Taihu Lake were the Feidan. Feidan inherently possessed the functions of soul stones, and their reserves were tens of times greater. After careful refinement by the demon race, they possessed many different effects, with Water Pearls being the most common variety.

Although Lian Cheng had not been lightly injured previously, after a period of recovery, he was now in good shape. As a tank-type player, Lian Cheng could help break through the encirclement. As for the two gods, their health pools were far too fragile; if they were surrounded by rampaging ghost corpses, they would certainly not be able to escape unscathed.

Hearing this, Fang Ruyan rolled her eyes and stared resentfully at Li Yunchen, instantly transforming the atmosphere.

Spirit stones gathered the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and captured the essence of the sun and moon. Cultivators could make use of spirit stones in almost everything they did.

Immediately afterward, the Demon Lord flicked his thought, causing nearby withered branches and fallen leaves to gather together and ignite a flame. A wooden stick pierced through a dozen fat fish, roasting them over and over. His technique was extremely skillful, and as he added various seasonings, wisps of aroma soon diffused into the air, making one's mouth water intensely.

In Shen Xingwuji's hometown, the Divine Wind Dynasty had long since been sharpening its weapons and horses, launching wars of annexation against the surrounding countries.