Day Thirty-One: No Thoughts

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As the cave deepened, even the guardian deity of Binhai City, with its formidable control, caught a glimpse of the situation. To it, these rockets were little more than a tickle, incapable of inflicting any significant damage.

Chuntao responded, "I'm going now," and after clearing the dishes, she followed Old Xin out of the room.

Qin Yuan’s clothes were already soaked through by the rain. Mingxi lit a fire, and when Qin Yuan pulled out a set of dry clothes, Mingxi habitually turned away.

The wooden staff struck a massive turtle shell with a loud "bang" and was sent flying. Mingxi had not expected the Xuanwu’s defense to be so potent; if only they had the Xuanwu back when they were fighting the indigenous people.

In just two seconds, the burly men of Shanjin slammed their hands on the table in unison and drew the daggers at their waists, ready for a brawl.

"Susu..." Yan Qiannuo’s soft voice came from above, though it carried a note of hesitation and unease.

The others were much more relaxed, eating and chatting, ignoring the commotion unfolding beneath the tables.

As she spoke, blood sprayed from her mouth. Coupled with the blood streaming from her neck, He Feixiong was terrified and scrambled away for his life.

Moreover, having established a romantic relationship with Bai Min'er, he felt he should at least pay a personal visit to the Lingbo Sect to demonstrate his sincerity.

"You have such audacity! This is Seventh Master Luo of the Duke of Xiu's mansion, and you actually injured him!" the young man supporting the wounded victim shouted at Ye Jingsi.

"It’s fine, Wuyou, even if you have a sip, it’s alright. If you get drunk, don’t worry, I’m here. Just relax," the know-it-all said, grinning at Zhao Wuyou with an indifferent expression.

The moment the two flying swords crossed, time and space within the Canghuang Hall seemed to freeze.

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In truth, the moment Huo Qingren realized that Jun Niansheng shared the exact same face as Rong Yan, they were placed on opposing sides by fate.

When Ruyi woke again, it was already a quarter past nine in the morning. With no burdens on her heart, she had slept soundly. She rose, washed, wrote a few couplets for the palace servants to hang up, and invited Hailan to join her for lunch.

After the ball flew into the goal, Su Rang retrieved it from the net in less than half a minute. The match was not over, and they were still trailing; this was no time for celebration.

Three days later, Sun Yi, Chen Yang, and Lu Xun arrived in Linzi with the Xuzhou Legion, but after resting for only one night, they set off south again.

"Let’s go out for a stroll..." Ye Yangjian blinked and yawned, offering a fairly obvious hint.

The Empress agreed, watching his departing back with a worried expression, then glanced back at the disheveled Ruyi, burying a trace of resentment deep in her eyes.

However, Lu Bu was a completely different person now. With Chen Ren as his goal in martial arts, he had poured his entire heart into self-improvement. Now, with Lu Bu and Dong Zhuo working in tandem, they would unleash a power vastly different from before—a development Chen Ren likely had not anticipated.

"It was more than just a skirmish; we were driven here precisely by that beast," Song Lingyun said with a bitter smile. Remembering the golden venom he had barely managed to extract, he had to admit the golden giant toxic zombie was a formidable foe.

The dagger in the Flower Fairy’s hand bore a striking resemblance to the twin stingers of the Green Bee Poison Guard. It went without saying that it was deadly; even if it didn't kill on contact, a single cut would be agonizing.

As soon as Old Wang spoke, the atmosphere turned instantly awkward, and even the people at the next table turned their heads and pricked up their ears.

"Why didn't you let Xin'er eat first? We shouldn't let her go hungry," Fu Xiang said, walking over to the table to sit down.

"Good!" Zhang Zhengfan, caught up in the thrill of the battle, shouted. He flipped, vaulted over the giant hammer, and thrust his iron rod downward, piercing the top of the human zombie's head.

Wuji often snatched equipment from others, but he never expected the hunter to become the prey; he finally knew what it felt like to be robbed himself.

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"Senior, are you truly the Cang Emperor?" Zhou Yue’s gaze shifted instantly. Before, knowing that this cultivator suffering under heaven's punishment possessed the power of the Transformation Void Realm, his attitude had been one of wariness and fear, but now it had turned to reverence.

"Is there no distinction between good and evil in the God Realm?" Zhang Zhengfan asked, staring at the shimmering lake, his question seemingly coming from nowhere.

In Cell 789, Zhong Wu'e lay on his bed with eyes wide open, radiating a fierce and angry aura that kept others at bay.

The *Drifter* flickered and vanished. A moment later, a black hole appeared at the edge of the galaxy; a starship flew out, only to disappear without a trace.

Returning from the backyard, Wang Yiyao ate ravenously. She had walked all day without a proper meal, subsisting only on a few pastries to stave off hunger.

In the military, soldiers had long been fond of fine wine, but this was the first time they had ever encountered a brew as fragrant as the Huangzhou Vintage.

The "Purifier" mission had appeared suddenly only after they arrived in this world; clearly, the emergence of the Heavenly Demons was a recent event.

Chen Xiao was amused by Yulian; it was merely a made-up story, so why take it seriously? But since she cared so much, he wouldn't shatter her fantasy.

Zhou Fuchen was in a wonderful mood today, and she showed more patience toward Xiao Yi, staying with him to drink.

However, there was only one chance. If one died, there would be no rewards. Moreover, this was a false world created by the Endless Space, intended only to test the abilities of newcomers and provide them with some initial assistance.

The White Mist Tavern was merely a gathering place for the lower classes—a spot frequented by sailors, laborers, and porters.