Volume One, Chapter Forty-Four: Yuan Yanzhou Hospitalized

Hearing his younger brother speak with such conviction, Zheng Zhanpeng couldn’t help but feel a little suspicious himself—could it be that this time things were actually more reliable?

“Don’t laugh, everyone. It was just a stroke of luck.” The man called Old Xu was a gentleman nearing fifty, his face aglow with satisfaction, clearly pleased with his own haul.

Wangjiang Hotel was not particularly luxurious, but its proximity to the river and its connection to the Wangjiang Pavilion ensured a high occupancy rate.

Shi Dong racked his brains to no avail, so he simply took a black bag from his backpack and handed it over.

As for the six thousand orc skeleton soldiers, on the lab’s advice, it was best to leave them untouched for now and wait until the castle reached level four.

“I told you to get a proper checkup and take care of yourself, so you can give me a child,” Lin Jingchen teased, leaning in close to Jian Yu’s ear.

“Yes, yes, that family—I remember their surname is Wu. It’s a bit tricky to find, the roads wind around here,” Wang Zhiwei nodded.

He knew it was Bai Zhi who had just saved him. The warmth of her soul endlessly seared away his last shred of rationality, and her words, “To have met you in this life means I have not lived in vain,” repeated in his mind, extinguishing the flames of his sorrow. He swore he had never felt so conflicted in his entire life.

“Stop picking on Tang Jue! If it happens again, I’ll stand up for him myself!” Li Hui shouted from behind.

Wu Fan grinned. “Just kidding, how could I forget?” With that, he handed the slip of paper to Tang Duoduo.

This strict and straightforward method of examination made everyone tense, even Ye Zhen couldn’t help but feel a little anxious.

With her family laughing and joking around her, Chen Yu focused all her energy on counting the copper coins in her hand—not because she didn’t want to retort, but because she was counting aloud, afraid she’d lose her place. In her haste, she began counting by tens, leaving the whole room staring in amazement.

And so, he straightened his back and strode toward the Chen family, believing he walked with style. What awaited him was not a pleasant surprise, but a shock he would never forget.

The two dogs bolted outside once more. Yu Sheng watched them go, thinking they looked less like doctors and more like “medical scammers.”

“So what if you’re a third-ranking duke? Or a former general?” A sudden thunderous roar swept through the empty great hall, amplifying its own power and hammering at everyone’s hearts.

When they heard that Tianqi had something that could be exchanged for money, the eyes of Sun Chengzong, Li Qiyuan, and the other ministers immediately lit up, all of them gazing at Tianqi with eager anticipation.

That evening, the two of them ate the dinner brought over by Qian Mo’s family. Qian Mo’s parents, knowing Ouyang Yingqi was there, felt at ease.

Four monsters had died, and Andy gained an immense amount of experience—after all, level seventy-five purple-gold monsters were worth quite a bit.

Tianqi’s discomfort was growing stronger, as if a great danger was drawing near. He forced himself to ignore it and asked Prince Xin, “How about this one?” No sooner had he spoken than he sensed the threat coming from behind and instinctively turned to look.

“If the day comes when you find you don’t need shoes, but need me instead, promise you’ll let me know.” This was Cheng Lie’s final plea.

That Tang Xiang was clearly born for classical music; it would truly be a pity if a conspiracy were to ruin her.

The Moon Goddess’s voice was cold as ice, chilling to the bone; anyone else would have been terrified, but a look of joy blossomed on Hua Moyun’s face.

Mu Qing longed to shout at the Moon Goddess: “Master, think twice! There’s no good end for you two together.”

On the other hand, considering the cost of such a plan, and whether Kara, the patron, would approve, it was clear that even if An Yizhi was allowed, he couldn’t get the gem now. After all, this wasn’t something as common as cabbage—creating a high-quality, mountable gem was no simple task.

However, even if a stranger entered, they couldn’t touch him; the laws of the Judgement God would shield him.

Because of the level gap, no matter how many of these small fry An Yizhi killed, he wouldn’t gain a single bit of experience.

This was his true calling, the foundation of his being. He knew it well—otherwise, why would he have appeared on the Spring Festival Gala every year for decades? He understood this perfectly.

Yet this fellow’s physical abilities were nothing like those of a spellcaster, and he had a nasty habit of running straight toward the crowds.

Could it be that his anxiety had pushed his mind past its limits, leaving him unable to form a coherent sentence?

The massive spiked club struck the shield with a resounding crash, splitting a crack open in its surface.

Just then, Lin Yingbin darted out from behind Kubi, holding high an enormous black plastic bag—clearly meant for trash.

Still, Ye Xuan noticed that the two little girls had some conscience; at least they left him a bite to eat, for not everything caught their fancy.

In Lin Fan’s heart, there weren’t many he called family or friend. But the glutton, the smoker, and the fool—these few he counted as family, for he’d tricked them into signing contracts and becoming his bonded beasts.

Lin Fan even saw his own laziness reflected in Guo Ba, something his naturally competitive spirit could not abide. So he too began staying up late, though not to Guo Ba’s extremes—just until one or two in the morning each night.