Chapter 41: That Green-Brick, Tiled-Roof House Belonged to Jiang Xingye

Xu Qinghuan made it clear that she intended to go to the team leader's house to resolve the matter, and if the other sisters had no such intention, they did not need to accompany her.

Night had fallen.

Yu Xiaomin shook her head. "Qinghuan, we are friends. I understand that you do not wish to live in the educated youth dormitory, and I support your decision to find the team leader, but you cannot stop me from going with you."

The night was so dark, and Qinghuan was so beautiful, like a sprig of peach blossom reaching over a garden wall in March.

She first circled around the golden cudgel, examining it carefully from top to bottom, then reached out her right hand to grab one end and tried to exert force.

"According to you, is the Godslayer himself planning to come and use his divine arts to help us?" Platon asked with a look of distrust.

The Myriad Arena Plaza was divided into four major competition zones, each accommodating one hundred thousand people. Every arena was monitored by one or two experts from the City Lord's Mansion, and each major zone was overseen by an elder from the Mansion. The rules of the competition were simple: draw lots and step onto the stage.

"You really are impossible. Since you've brought the child back, fine! I, the old man, will go and find them a tiger or a leopard to serve as their wet nurse!" Feng Mei grumbled, though her words were directed at Lan Lianxia.

"Whatever you want me to do, Doutou, just say the word. There is nothing your brother won't do!" Wang Erniu replied.

Having experienced several major upheavals, the people of Yuzhou cherished their current lives dearly; how could they possibly think of destroying them?

Xu Yuan's eyes darted around. He mused that if he were to mention a market value of ten billion, not only would the other party not believe him, but they would be frightened. After weighing his words carefully, he provided an extremely conservative figure.

Within the sandbox system, the current visible level cap was 30. This meant that even if he acquired this skill, it could only deter creatures below level 20.

While the prospect of murder and arson seemed like a daunting, large-scale undertaking, the operation actually went so smoothly it was almost absurd—it felt like a freebie.

There was a restroom inside the private suite. Chen Zui slipped in and locked the door behind him. Gazing at his slightly disheveled reflection in the mirror, his heart was still pounding uncontrollably.

"I am digging a tunnel. You go to the mountaintop and wait for me. The low-level warriors should not join the fight yet; they are very strong," Lin Mu communicated.

Suddenly, Di Jiang, the leader of the Ancestral Witches, saw his expression change. Just moments ago, not only had his eyelid twitched violently, but a sense of inexplicable loss had welled up in his heart, as if he were about to lose something of great importance.

Overnight, his strength surged from the Saint Realm to the ninth peak of the Heaven-Defying Stage. He was just one step away from transcending mortality and becoming a god.

"This is bad," Han Xiao thought to himself. Yue Yuxuan would surely give his all this time, and he feared he would have to suffer for it.

Lin Mu read the detailed instructions and realized that when continuous protection was required, one only needed to meet basic survival requirements; other aspects could be followed up later.

Therefore, Ye Xingchen understood perfectly well that Aotian Xun, who had grasped the Dao of the Prison-Underworld Blade, had endured more cold stares, mockery, and suffering than one could imagine.

The first floor of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion was a general store selling a wide variety of goods. The first through fourth floors primarily sold common weapons, equipment, and daily necessities, most of which were peddled by merchants from Piltover, while the fifth floor and above sold extremely rare treasures.

It was supposed to be a beautiful moment where everyone's curses were lifted and all was well, but suddenly someone had fallen in battle. Very well! Even if the person who died was not Jiuxin, but another expert from a different world, the situation could become very troublesome.

"Lin Mu, stop thinking about earning merit and start thinking about how to get back to the base alive," Wang Dong sneered.

Qiu Wanyun smiled sweetly, reached out her jade-like hand to remove the tattered clothing from Han Xiao's body, unfolded a new set of garments, and gently helped him change.

As the saying goes, people climb to higher places and water flows to lower ones. Even the Confucian school of Kong Xuan, which had always prided itself on loyalty and righteousness, had Zhu Xi saying, "If a man does not look out for himself, heaven and earth will destroy him." I, Randeng, merely ran from the East to the West to find a place better suited for myself.