Volume 1, Chapter 34: Seeking Truth at the Inn, Piercing the Veil of Illusion

In the valley, the gale ceased abruptly, leaving only a few wisps of lingering clouds drifting in the air.

The thunderous crash of the door hitting the ground instantly startled the two beggars sleeping inside. One of them roared in a daze, his tone laced with such violence and fury that it was clear he was not a man to be trifled with.

Gin Ichimaru’s voice was calm and resolute. A smile bloomed on Misuzu Kamio’s beautiful face; she trusted his words implicitly. Nodding, she bade the two goodnight and obediently returned to her room.

Upon hearing that his arm could be restored to its original state, Meng Liang’s worries vanished. As long as it could heal properly, losing a month or so of time was a price worth paying.

Such a simple touch of skin against skin, which would usually mean nothing, acted like a fuse, igniting Leng Ran’s entire body. First, a wave of scalding heat and numbness rushed to his head, then it rapidly spread throughout his limbs, as if a billion insects had seized the moment to bite down in unison without the need for a command.

The head of the reconnaissance brigade was puzzled, wondering why Meng Liang, a staff officer, would need a truckload of plastic sheeting. What could the island base possibly be planning? Building a plastic tent for the patrol boats?

Company Commander Xiao had no training in animal husbandry and was effectively a layman, but he knew that if a pig was found to be sick, the first step was to move it to an isolation area and disinfect the premises. That was never wrong.

Peigong asked urgently, nearly weeping and clinging to Zhang Liang’s legs. He was at his wit's end; the situation was no longer what it had been in the past. They were now mortal enemies with no room for negotiation.

He was truly a seasoned veteran and an ambitious overlord, the rightful heir to the Green Gang! Even his words carried the scent of gunpowder.

As they flew, the chilly winds and ghostly aura grew increasingly violent and dense. Wang Chen and his companions were affected as they soared through the sky, forcing them to descend to a lower altitude, where objects on the ground gradually became clearly visible.

The cultivator surnamed Tian was a guest elder of the Batian Palace and a close friend of Junior Sister Ye and Senior Brother Zhang. As for the cultivator surnamed Su, he was a newly recruited guest elder of the Batian Palace. All four possessed profound magical powers, yet they found manipulating that heavy treasure far too strenuous. Under such circumstances, inviting someone with spiritual consciousness as potent as their own was an absolute necessity.

Yet, despite being nearly at their destination, there was not a single police officer in sight, not even a shadow! Could it be that all the police were on holiday today?

Seeing the two of them flipping through the materials together, Su Qingqing arched an eyebrow at me, and I smiled back at her. Given Su Qingqing’s understanding of Maoshan, I felt she likely knew whether the position of Dark Gold Elder permitted marriage, but with Chen Min’er and Zhou Tong present, I found it difficult to ask.

Zhou Zhou was speechless. He was the one who had created the Main God Game; entering the game meant he was safer and more powerful than anyone else.

At this moment, the award ceremony was still underway above. Ye Lin had won his match in the top twenty to advance to the top ten, but he had withdrawn afterward. According to the tournament rules, he was officially ranked eighth.

The Spirit-Severing cultivator Wu Fan naturally would not let such a monstrous talent escape. Relying on his astonishing speed, he gave chase, and in the blink of an eye, both figures vanished from Song Zheng’s sight.

Song Zheng looked at the lightning energy flowing over his gauntlets and clenched his hands, the sound of his knuckles popping instantly ringing out. Dozens of fire butterflies surged toward him. Unflustered, Song Zheng struck out directly at them; before his fists even made contact, the lightning energy contained within his strike lashed out at the butterflies.