Cooperation

Eventually, the smoke cleared, revealing a massive golden plant riddled with holes before everyone. If the World Tree didn’t have so many other vines and ongoing repairs, the crowd would have been able to destroy it in one decisive strike. Billy was thinking about erasing Jack’s memories, and his spirit instinctively picked up that comic book whose cover was full of chaotic energy, tossed it into the shredder, grabbed handfuls of paper strips, and threw them into the trash bin. Echo nodded and breathed a sigh of relief—clearly, Jiang Yun wasn’t truly angry with her.

A dark shadow descended like Mount Tai, jaws gaping wide as it viciously lunged for Ye Ning’s throat. For everyone else, potions were life-saving measures to be consumed in critical moments, but for Lu Chen, these potions would ultimately be converted into his magical strength. “No buts. I didn’t call you here today to listen to your excuses, my dear Dawari clan. What I want is results,” said the comrade who had been complaining, his tone now sharper.

Tang Fan felt the presence and voice, and the pervasive aroma of medicine, suddenly understanding everything. Old Master Fu’s hand gripping the cane turned pale, and something flashed quickly in the depths of his eyes, but he steeled himself and refused to look at Fu Qiming. Everyone thought Gao Zhendong had considered everything thoroughly, but only the leader of the Defense Committee and the military officer attending the meeting exchanged knowing glances at his suggestion, their eyes filled with amusement.

“Are you a Pokémon trainer from True New Town?” asked a young man dressed as a samurai, blocking Shinji with his sword. Upon hearing Jinping say those people were asking about Meng Changzhi, Lin Baoshu felt a sudden chill inside, as sharp as a blade’s flash, and clarity dawned in her mind.

“It seems you’ve noticed too, husband. Is this just a coincidence?” Her slender hands brewed tea as she smiled serenely.

Arriving at the courtyard, Wu Li discovered that Lan Rongyue had arranged for Uncle Zhou to be here, and not only that, this place was part of Lan Zai’s estate. Much of the intelligence here was extremely confidential, inaccessible to ordinary people. “Sister... let Physician Li treat me with acupuncture... I want to walk and ride like normal people... Sister, please agree, I really am in pain...” At some point, Wen Chengying overheard their conversation. Though his face was pale with pain, he forced himself to plead with Wen Yukou.

By now, Zhou Tian and his companions had spent more than three days inside the spirit vessel. During these days, they were confined to the cabin, forbidden to step onto the deck, as the spirit vessel flew at great heights where the cold air currents were beyond their endurance. The two uncles spoke again. Jun Li kept Jun Jue for lunch before letting him leave.

She expected him to make a decisive move, but could he really divorce Lady Yang? Wouldn’t that ruin Lin’er, Qi’er, and their siblings, as well as the reputation of the Jun family? Before she could finish, Jun Li suddenly rushed up to him, raised her foot, and kicked him hard, making him cry out in pain and collapse to the ground.

But where was she to find a reasonable excuse on such short notice? Jun Li frowned, silently complaining about the ancient times—how frustrating it was not even to have the freedom to go out.

Wang Yuyan’s gaze was fixed on the fight before her, both fists clenched tightly, her tension beyond words. It seemed his westward journey was indeed the right course, so Li Bixia smiled and ordered the dog-bird to accelerate its flight.

Chu Kuangfei wasn’t in a hurry to use brute force, but steadily honed his technique: gathering, picking, wiping, plucking, sticking—he executed every move with precision. The jungle battlefield stretched long and far; amid darkness, no one knew how many people had broken out from the city, but combat raged everywhere.

Continuing forward, they were fortunate: by noon the next day, Ye Lin had already reached the edge of the Sandstorm. Yet the vast gap between the True Qi of the Transformation and Return-to-Void stages was insurmountable; Elder Zheng’s Qi barely resisted before Li Muchen’s True Qi swept it aside like a storm.

“Rain of Fire talisman!” Lin Feng had no idea how many times he’d used this talisman today—it was simply the most effective. It could instantly kill low-level monsters, seriously injure mid-level ones, and lightly wound those of higher ranks—by “higher ranks,” he meant monsters at level five. With such range and destructive power, it was more than enough.

Gu Chen twisted his face—why did Lin Feng always attract so much drama? Still, this guy was truly interesting; it seemed that following Lin Feng promised endless excitement. Gu Chen secretly resolved to bring Lin Feng plenty of trouble in the future.

The Five Young Lords ganged up on the few, Zhang Tianfeng wielded gold against wood, and the fierce battle lasted over ten minutes, with neither side gaining the upper hand. Of course, the Five’s cautious approach was one reason for the stalemate.

Suddenly, the scene before everyone’s eyes shifted strangely, as if a magical camera filter had been applied: the darkness took on a ghostly green hue.

Next, Lin Feng and his companions began discussing their plan of action, but before they could even begin, the Iron-Clawed Tiger gave them no further time.

After scanning the QR code to pay, since he hadn’t eaten much that morning, Lu Zhixing asked the waiter to fetch some food from the kitchen.

Mo Li’s legs nearly gave out, almost dropping to her knees, and she was sweating even more than before. Ye Hanchen sighed helplessly—he couldn’t understand how, before her, he could become so patient.

Still, he was a step too slow—the busty girl had already lifted the lid of the silver treasure chest and reached inside.

Ye Hanjin suddenly felt a profound sense of sorrow—himself, the eldest son and grandson of the Ye family, yet still inferior to an unknown bastard.