Volume 1 Chapter 22: An Unexpected Gain

In the first round against the Mavericks, Nowitzki had used exactly this strategy against Li Liang, though his advancing age made it impossible for him to maintain such output.

On the Ark, Qiao Lü watched the chaos unfolding in human society through the news media and could not help but feel a deep sense of regret.

However, it was said that Beilan Qingxue had returned, though only to move house. Rumor had it that she was bringing over all her miscellaneous belongings and was also attending to matters regarding her status as the Imperial Sovereign.

Shang Yulin had been personally invited by Wu Yongjian to join the Super Administration Bureau. She had agreed, but due to various reasons, the paperwork was never processed, and the matter had been left in limbo.

Fu Tingshen remained silent, his gaze locked onto Lin Xiaoxiao with a faint smile, showing no intention of saying a word.

The old Goblin Priest and Qi Liantao watched in awe; they had never heard of or seen such methods before.

Even the pilots of the recovered Wutai siege mechs, who were preparing to retake control, stood in the sky, gazing down at Bai Ce in the giant crater with mouths agape.

Although Li Xun was in a foul mood, Bai Ce would not resort to empty platitudes just to comfort him.

A deep-sea behemoth, taller than the Wall of Life itself, was launching a violent assault against the fortification.

Those in the hall felt as if they could hear the Great Dao praising the celestial spirits—a sound that was holy, magnificent, and profoundly grand.

Han Dasong looked at his sister, thinking to himself that being married to a scholar truly changed a person; not only could she speak well, but she was also exceptionally reasonable.

"You must understand one truth: if you fall behind by one step, you fall behind in every step. This is the era of Level 3; if you remain stuck at Level 2, you will only lose more." Having offered this warning, Lin Feng said no more, leaving them to make their own choices.

Xiao Liang returned home. Upon seeing his injuries, his mother, Madam Cheng, broke down in tears again. When she asked what had happened, Xiao Liang repeated the same story he had used to brush off the villagers. He did not want his mother to know he had been beaten for offending Xu Zhao, as he feared causing her unnecessary worry.

His words caused the waiter’s expression to change, and he immediately blocked Han Yue’s path, as if terrified she might run away.

Take the incident at the mental hospital, for example: if not for the pressure exerted by the Demon King to cow those wandering corpses and zombies, would Lin Feng have been able to make them fearful?

Once everything was tidied up, Wang Qingyun watered the flowers, surveyed the room one last time, and gently closed the door. The moment she turned away, her tears fell uncontrollably once again.

She was not a greedy person, and furthermore, it was the Water Spirit Stone, not her own medical skills, that had saved Old Man Liu.

Luo Qing explained patiently, "A single grain of Spirit-Cleansing Rice is enough to keep someone at our Fifth-Order cultivation level from feeling hunger for an entire week."

At this moment, the phrase "black-haired monkey" echoed incessantly in his mind, resounding back and forth like the deafening reverberations of a canyon.

His expression clearly betrayed an unspeakable agony, a pain perhaps rooted in his confusion over the seven emotions and six desires.

Before his laughter could fade, ten colossal warships slowly sailed in from the north bank. These ships were equipped with crossbow towers and propelled by dozens of waterwheels, with additional towers mounted on their midsections and sterns.

"Young Master Wu, do you really intend to fight me to the bitter end?" Ye Hen’s expression shifted instantly, a flash of cold, sharp anger crossing his face as he asked in a deep voice.

The lean, wiry man said nothing more. Focusing his energy, he used his hands and feet to climb directly up the ladder made of blades! The audience held their breath, terrified of distracting him.

Jiang Yucai was somewhat shocked. He knew the power of the Dragon Dagger; it was a blade that tasted blood and devoured souls. Even a slight scratch would cause the victim's mind to be controlled by the ferocious beast spirit contained within, let alone when the dagger had already pierced to the bone. Yet, the man appeared entirely unaffected.

As for the prison guards, their meals were also prepared in this central kitchen, though their food was more refined and crafted from the finest ingredients.

Under the pincer attack of the three, Yang Yuntian remained unhurried. He circulated his energy to regulate his breathing, leaped into the air, and used his palm like a blade, carving an arc through the air to strike diagonally downward at a forty-five-degree angle toward his attackers.

However, Carlo had his own considerations. Since his sights were set on becoming the leader of the entire Underground Alliance, he had to make decisions that would convince all the underground factions of his authority.

"It’s not entirely certain, but the Streamlight people enjoy nesting near mountains and water, so following the waterways is generally the right path," Yan Rong said with a smile.

Ji Ziping had no objections. If Assistant Li wanted to speak, let him speak; he was one of Lin Xiaoxiao’s people anyway, and she wanted to see what kind of explanation they could come up with.

"Damn it, you fat fool, why are you lecturing a bun about hot tofu? Just focus on spreading the sauce! Don't you know she can eat burning charcoal directly? Why are you being so impatient?"

Not to mention that one of them was still being refined and would eventually become a Five-Colored Divine Light comparable to an Innate Treasure.

"How was I to know that God was also so unreliable? Perhaps the local jurisdictions are divided differently. I later almost thought about throwing you directly into Putuo Temple to eat vegetarian food and chant sutras every day, if only that could have solved the problem of those three inside your body," Cui Jun replied with a look of utter helplessness.

Upon hearing this, the Ghost Rakshasa Envoy’s eyes flashed with suspicion. How could a youth who had managed to escape his grasp with only the cultivation of the Embracing Dan realm be simple?