Volume One, Chapter 57: The Wound Heals Itself

Tyr glanced at the messy hair on his chest, his fingers twitching slightly, but in the end, he refrained from reaching out.

The game had just launched, and securing a powerful piece of equipment from this treasure chest would undoubtedly provide a massive advantage throughout the early stages. Therefore, he was reluctant to let anyone else here open the chest and take its contents.

He had already confirmed that Kang Chen was indeed the person his superiors had ordered them to locate and bring back safely.

Qin Wan had experienced more than a few supernatural and bizarre incidents around her, which allowed her to vaguely guess certain things.

Within ten breaths, Chen Mo burst out of the Erhai Lake with a splash and shot ashore. He looked around hastily, but Duan Yanqing's figure was nowhere to be seen.

"Do you care that much? Don't tell me that just because we aren't helping you, you won't even let us leave?" Guyun Zhan said, amused out of his anger.

A wave of discussion instantly erupted among the crowd, everyone extremely curious about Shui Tianlan, while the four members of the Qiu family were completely at a loss.

With sharp blades held to one's throat, who could refuse to compromise? Even if a rain of arrows lay directly ahead, one had only to grit their teeth and charge forward, praying for a bit of better luck. Not long after, the Zichen Gate was engulfed in raging flames, littered with hundreds of corpses.

The practice of skimming a little off the top always trickled down from the very top. If those in charge didn't take the lion's share, those below would naturally feel constrained and wouldn't dare report excessive transit "losses" like they used to, with black hearts claiming four tenths or even half of a shipment of grain was lost. It wasn't as if every transport route was through the southeast; how could it possibly be that difficult?

Without a single moment of hesitation, Xu Zhi said, "Brother Pang, Yuanzhi and I will head to the ancient tomb first to block them. You immediately return to the inn, take Old Man Xia and the villagers, and hurry over to the ancient tomb. Let us all defend the sages who lie resting deep in the earth to the death!" Pang Xun gave an affirmative reply and hurried back to notify the villagers.

"How many years have you been delivering medicine to the Prince?" The medicine was somewhat scalding. Helan Yao took it, sniffed it beneath her nose, and placed it back on the bedside table.

Helan Yao had been intently examining where the ingredients of the medicine differed, when she was suddenly yanked by Long Shaoyan, and a sharp sensation of pain instantly struck her face.

Even toward the staff members, he was entirely courteous. An artist of this caliber easily fell into the category of those held in very high regard by the crew.

"Alright, stop bullying Jiang Yue." Xu Lingyun stepped forward as the older sister figure, standing up to fight for Jiang Yue's injustice.

The impending storm of the great tribulation of the Conferment of the Gods was drawing near, and the entire primordial world could already see it clearly. On the surface, it was simply the orthodox sects of the saints acting despicably and shamelessly against the Shang Dynasty of Cheng Tang for the sake of the Conferment of the Gods! And behind that Shang Dynasty, the interception teaching was evidently lending its assistance.

Mozhi dashed over in a few swift strides. Upon seeing the person's face, a wave of joy rose in his heart—the elderly man sitting upright before him was none other than Jian Beiyuan, who had gone missing days ago. However, at this moment, Jian Beiyuan's gaze was also glazed and chaotic, his hands seemingly toying with some trinket while he giggled and whispered softly to himself, clearly having long since lost his wits to the bewitching incense.

"Lord Linghu, save me!" Disregarding everything, Deng Keren collapsed to her knees right in front of him, begging him for her life.

She shared the exact same appearance as the tester Beta, with the only difference being that one's pupils and the glowing ship riggings on her body were orange, while the other's were emerald green.

Wang Yue naturally understood. Leaving the ADC behind, he went alone to the mid-lane to stir up trouble. Once Wu Xin returned to the lane while he was still away, she would undoubtedly be suppressed.

Yet at this moment, within this Polu Hunting Ground, not a single person possessed the leisure to admire the scenery. One could only hear the chaotic thunder of hooves and the neighing of startled horses. Suddenly, a massive golden eagle burst fiercely out of the forest, followed closely by a dozen riders charging out as well.

Yet inside the Palace of Compassionate Tranquility, the more peaceful the days became, the more tense Yu'er felt, as though struggling amidst turbulent waves had already become her survival instinct.

As the tremors subsided, a new earthquake began to rupture the ground. Everyone instantly leaped onto their respective sect's flying vessels to escape the onslaught of the quakes and the widening chasms.

Yet those two sons of hers were the only two children in this household, and both were male grandsons. Didn't people always say that affection skips a generation? Why didn't they show such deep affection for her sons?

"I am advanced in years, and my eldest son Ouyang Ming and second son Ouyang Tu are unworthy of heavy responsibilities. Therefore, I have decided that my grandson Ouyang Shuo shall inherit the position of patriarch of the Ouyang family," Ouyang Zhan said with slight exertion, yet every single person heard him clearly.

In mid-March, to celebrate the hundred-day milestone of the legitimate imperial prince, the emperor sponsored three consecutive days of theatrical performances in the garden of the Palace of Compassionate Tranquility.

Her body moved through the magma like a fish; the black flames could do nothing to her, and the searing lava could not inflict the slightest harm.

Thus time passed until sunset. Dayu'er did not step outside again. Yatu and Atu had been playing in Hailanzhu's room, and now flanked their aunt on either way back, running into Huangtaiji halfway.

If Hua Nanpi's words proved prophetic, this might truly turn out to be a prime opportunity for the Cangxu Mansion to overthrow the Tianzhu Gate.

Just as the words faded, the figure of the Ghost Shadow instantly morphed into a phantom, directly circling behind Quandan.

Moyue You glanced at the two of them, smiled, and said nothing more. In an instant, the scene before their eyes shattered into fragments, breaking down into tiny stardust motes. She reached out her hand to touch the drifting specks of stardust, and their glow dissipated within her palm, as if bidding her farewell—or perhaps, as if she were bidding farewell to that memory.

"Whoosh!" The next moment, accompanied by a piercing whistle cutting through the air, a miserable, agonizing shriek rang out through the night sky, blending with the frantic neighing of a rearing warhorse.

Near an object resembling a wormhole—though it was merely a projection—Lin Chong felt this must be a spatial rift. At that moment, Anna and someone else were engaged in a fierce argument before breaking into a physical fight. Just as Lin Chong wanted to continue watching, his ability expired.