Chapter 50: As Expected

Wang Mian was exceedingly cautious.

It had been a year since her arrival, yet she had made no rash moves to "show her power." Like a snail, she observed and tested, slowly extending her feelers, seeking to understand and blend into this world while making subtle changes with utmost care.

She had known Wang Heng for several months now, and it was in this same gradual manner. She had not immediately displayed the wonders of a transmigrator, nor had she produced any formidable weapon to prove herself.

“What’s going on? How could something like this happen in the blink of an eye?” Mu Yourou’s tone was light as she strolled over to the lounge chair where Daosui was lying, sitting down and staring so intently at Daosui that the latter felt uneasy.

Those who were familiar with one another exchanged knowing smiles. Clearly, they had already made up their minds to join forces and challenge Lin Yu. Considering the size of the Tang Group, he probably wouldn't dare go head-to-head with them, would he?

In such a hopeless situation, the only thing left was to fight to the bitter end and do everything in one’s power. There was no point in talking about “guarding the resurrection artifact even if the city falls.”

The Sun family could barely contain their glee, and Sun Haotian, seated below the stage, was visibly elated, his face flushed. He could hardly believe his luck this time—he had actually produced a pill cloud.

At the thought that she had personally snuffed out Xinhua’s life, Tianyi couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down her face.

Yuanshi and Tongtian began to harbor doubts, while the Grandmaster found himself in an awkward spot under their scrutiny. Still, his resistance against Zhenyuanzi, even surpassing him, was undeniable.

Ji Kai led the group into the large cave, settled them in the meeting room, and then brought them blankets and food. He told them to eat a little and get some sleep. After all, they would have to travel a long way tomorrow to get out of this place; without strength and energy, it would be impossible.

Where there are people, there is strife. In this alien world where both humans and magical beasts roam, dangers abound. Anything that appears before them carries a certain degree of risk.

Behind Xueyuan sat two more figures—the very ones who had met Liu Changsheng with Xueyuan that day: one, a disciple of the former Minister of Judgement; the other, a servant from North America’s Demon Hunter City, Ruira.

The second great era was when the three races and the Daoist demons ended, and the Dao Patriarch attained sainthood—the age when saints emerged.

Though there was rivalry between the Zhao and Xie families, it remained hidden in the shadows. On the surface, everyone maintained a courteous front.

After finishing the last slice of spirit-flower pork, Gu Ge calmly set down his chopsticks, still ignoring Liu Yunhai, pretending not to hear him. He even took out a delicate brocade handkerchief and elegantly wiped his mouth.

Wu Yutong retrieved her spirit without hesitation and immediately sent out a second one—a yellow-furred mouse dressed in tiny clothes.

Seeing the laser insignia and the hard, red-stamped fire safety credentials, the old woman’s wariness vanished at once.

“All the people of Peng City are tough as nails—you’ve seen it with your own eyes. Even if the Wen family had their hands chopped off or their feet broken, they might not speak,” Fu Ciyuan said impatiently, lifting the curtain.

Wu Yutong turned around and saw Su Yunxi’s self-assured face. Though puzzled, she said nothing. Her best friend had too many secrets; perhaps she really did have some hidden means.

Unbelievable—a triple dose of anesthetic, and still this man woke up. Was his physique truly so extraordinary?

After about a minute, Zhu Rongjin calmed his anger, sighed, and walked over to Li Lang, patiently instructing him.

Just now, he had seen contempt and disgust in Shen Miaoqing’s eyes, and guessed she recalled his past. Her experiences were not unlike those of Song Yiwei.

The crowd responded in unison, then dispersed. Qingfeng, Xiao Yi, Xiao Wanting, and Xiao Juxian naturally left with their family head, Xiao Chuxiong.

Fu Dong and Lou Yun, along with their armies, were suddenly rooted to the spot. At that moment, neither Fu Dong nor Lou Yun knew what orders to give next—whether to advance or retreat, neither seemed right.