Chapter 59: Ruins of the Ancient Battlefield

The task of clearing the subterranean fire veins ultimately did not come to pass.

When Bai Yue Ning arrived at the Forge Peak, she found out that Wang Qing Xiao had been taken by his master three days prior for a secluded body-tempering session and would not be able to leave any time soon.

With her hopes dashed, Bai Yue Ning returned to the Mission Hall, her eyes once again sweeping over the list of tasks.

Eliminating the missions that Zhu Yu had secretly inflated the risk for, the remaining ones either offered meager contribution points and required excessive time, or, like the subterranean fire task, demanded special conditions and were difficult to complete alone.

Perhaps if things were different, her grandmother, father, mother, and even that person would all gather around her, smiling. But such smiles would have to wait a long time; besides, they would be smiling not for the simple happiness of being together, but rather out of pride for her success.

No, better not. She had never used this ability before and did not know if it might cause any side effects to the one from whom it was stolen.

Liu Shiba glanced up at the elder who had asked the question. The old man stood about one meter eighty tall, his hair completely white, yet his body was thick with sinewy muscle.

Maintaining the embrace, I lost myself in the softness of her skin and the fresh, youthful fragrance that words could not describe.

Running, running endlessly—the warhorse beneath me grew weary, so I quickly switched to a spare and continued to run.

Under Tang Seng’s deliberate use of his powers, Chang’e too saw the look in Tang Seng’s eyes, reflected in the starlit projection that filled the heavens and earth.

Some subjects were divided with great precision. Take physics, for example: it was split into mechanics, optics, acoustics, electromagnetism, and so on. Each could earn credits through separate exams, hence the yearly plan for an average score of ninety.

Black Kite’s current job was to act as the vanguard along the way, scouting the road ahead and reporting back to Luz and the others following behind.

“No need to look further, this is a monster,” Sun Wukong said, pointing at the enormous bones scattered all around.

If they won, they would rise to power. If they lost, they would fall into decline once more, become vassals of other tribes, or even be doomed to annexation.

Yes, it was just like that. His eyes were filled with impatience, called Jiang. Though I stirred you to recklessness, I have never deceived you. For you, I still hope we can coexist harmoniously, so that in the end, we are not left at a loss.

Li Tianchen felt a pang of regret for the black blade—this weapon, Ghost God’s artifact, was ultimately still lacking in grade and had not reached the Saint tier.

But it was just as well that Lin Yi hadn’t spoken up, or this aloof young man before him would probably have looked down on him.

“I believe that those who serve the Plan are worthy of respect, and those who sacrifice for the Plan are heroes!” Lin Yi’s words only darkened the impression, but he did it on purpose.

A moment before, Tang Feng had to stretch out his arms to avoid Yuan Lingqing, while Yuan Lingqing maintained her grappling stance.

Du Qianjie hurriedly raised his domain. Below, magma surged; above, snow fell thickly from the sky, blanketing an area of nearly five miles. Compared to his last fierce battle with Datou, he had compressed the domain’s range by almost half.

Incidentally, it was only now that Lin Yi realized there was actually a hot spring in his villa. This just showed how indifferent he was to his living quarters—the only reason he bought the villa in the first place was to have a quiet place to set up a spirit-gathering array, so they could cultivate there.

“From now on, does that mean I can protect you?” Zhao Ting asked with a smile as she looked at Chen Fan.

By noon, the people from Kunlun had not shown up, but instead, snowflakes began to drift down, followed by a sudden, violent wind.

No one who came out of the Poker Organization was weak—Ace of Diamonds was no exception.

Placing Bai Mo on a flat patch of ground, Lu Qianmo barely had time to catch her breath before urgently starting a fire and checking Bai Mo’s injuries. The limbs frozen stiff above were warmed again by Bai Mo’s tight embrace during their fall. Yet she could clearly feel Bai Mo’s body temperature dropping lower and lower.