Chapter 59: Garbled Text Fixed

"What on earth should I write?"

Hua Ning stared at the battered yet remarkably durable piece of parchment in her hand, her brows furrowed in deep thought.

The little pills she had successfully refined earlier, after making real-world comparisons with the small red bottle, had already been handed over to Xia Juncheng.

Could it be that there were subsequent bug-fix tasks involving a small blue bottle, a small brown bottle, or a small green bottle waiting for her?

At this thought, Hua Ning hurriedly opened the system host profile.

[Bug 7: Host has successfully refined the pills from the small red bottle. Task completed.]

The courtyard was not particularly large, encompassing at most one hundred and fifty to sixty square meters. In the middle stood a water tap for drawing water, and in the eastern corner was a hand-pumped well that she had dug herself.

"Master said it's because I am smart," Li Xia replied earnestly to Old Madam Yao, before Madam Yan could speak.

Facing a heavenly tribulation was always the moment of greatest vulnerability. If malevolent entities were to invade the body at such a time, one would likely plunge entirely into the demonic path. Watching his son ruined before his eyes, Di Haosi might well have fallen into demonization himself.

Even if the experience points could no longer be retained, there was at least the bonus from completing the task to serve as a modest comfort, ensuring it wasn't a total loss.

Luo Dale turned the bag upside down, and its contents poured out with a rustling sound, splashing heavily into the water before immediately springing into lively motion, darting and burrowing about in all directions.

"Then you'd be the person with the shortest tenure as clan leader in history. Aren't you ashamed?" Sima Zhao chuckled, wearing a completely shameless expression.

Dense streams of bullets poured out from within as if they cost nothing. Underground bases had the most abundant reserves of weapons and ammunition; even with continuous, uninterrupted firing for a whole year, they would not run out.

Although his family's standing was among the finest in the clan, and his father was the sole tamer in the community, CC was an adult coming-of-age gift from his father.

Tang Xia simply liked to keep matters strictly separated, yet her situation with Murong Rui was genuinely difficult to explain.

She would have to be insane to run around haphazardly. Carrying a precious little bundle in her belly, where else would she dare to flee other than staying securely in her own lair?

With no craftsmen from the Mo family around to forge a replica of the fish-gut dagger from that era, Li昂 had no choice but to moonlight as a master artisan, guiding the spiritual energy of the dagger patiently from the outside in.

Shi Zi and Tong Muhe had already flown some thirty or forty miles away. Presuming that the injured monk's divine sense could no longer perceive them, Tong Muhe produced the Feather-Bat Treasure Mirror and began to peer into the cave where the monk was located.

The green mountains remain, and the flowing rivers endure. Li Ang's thoughts were crystal clear: there is plenty of time ahead, so he would first leave to retrieve the Samsara Treasure Mirror. Once his cultivation was restored, he truly looked down upon these jumping-jack nobodies.

"What is your name? Give me a detailed overview of the situation on this planet," Li Yu commanded directly, without a moment's hesitation.

In their view, as long as they could first rout the preceding divine emperor and the team of cultivators, the remaining four divine emperors would not be able to stir up even the slightest ripple.

This was Shi Zi's unique method for removing impurities: using spiritual energy to push the impurities outward from the inside. Once all the impurities were pushed to the surface, the task was successfully accomplished. This purification technique was a unique refining method born from more than ten days of continuous failures and experiments.

"Liu Feiyang, I'll screw your..." Zhang Man was still sitting on the ground, her facial features contorted together from the pain coursing through her body.

Originally, Xiang Wanyi had spoken these words in a rather casual tone, as if she were merely voicing a sudden thought. Yet for some unknown reason, Ye Shanghan's heart tightened violently, and even his complexion turned unnatural.

Opposite them, the outnumbered Kawagarbo and Metm lowered their heads and smiled. Despite facing an enemy as vast as a sea of humanity, their hearts remained as tranquil as the snowy mountains and oceans.

Meanwhile, Chun Yu, who once again raised a hand to smooth down her disheveled strands of hair, wore a calm expression and offered a faint, low smile as she spoke.

Yehua stroked the two bolts of red silk with only her exposed fingertips, her mind a complete blank. She could recall nothing at all.

Qin Mosheng would surely be angry, but it was her first time hearing Chen Lvlan speak with such a frightened and helpless voice.