Volume One, Chapter 72: Zhou Jingdu Acts Spoiled

The video call was abruptly cut off without warning.

She only had time to hear Meng Xingyi let out a miserable "ow".

Shen Chaowu closed her eyes in distress.

She tossed her phone onto the bed.

Zhou Jingdu looked at her with a dangerous, turbulent gaze, like relentless waves crashing violently against Shen Chaowu's heart.

Pain.

A suffocating ache struck the very tip of her heart.

Shen Chaowu was almost unable to breathe.

She took a deep breath, lifted her face, and under the lamplight, studied the slightly shadowed expression on Zhou Jingdu’s face.

A feeling called unease flooded her chest.

She knew what needed to be done, but as for breaking through the Ghostly Webbird and her Phantom Dagger, she still had no solution.

When Li Yuanyang awoke, the happiest of all was Xu the Half-Immortal, who sat at her bedside, fussing over her well-being, nearly holding her hand.

Lin Cha didn’t dare interrupt their conversation, afraid these people—who all seemed otherworldly—might do something to her.

After all, back in Sui City, Ma Shang had been planted as an undercover agent by his parents to spy on him. Though he never exposed any of it, deep down he understood everything.

Liu Ruyun “saw” this “person” controlling Ruoshui, making her do many things against her will.

To be honest, now that the imperial court no longer kept them in check, did you really think you could escape misfortune?

Zhuzha was suddenly struck by the urge to follow, to see just where Yubai intended to go.

In that isolated place, even someone as skilled as Xu the Half-Immortal, only a few steps away, couldn’t sense the others—who else could overhear their conversation?

It was the morning rush hour. The street, long held back by red lights, was suddenly flooded with countless vehicles. When the traffic finally cleared, the opposite side was already deserted.

Ji Qingning’s head throbbed instantly. With the heir of Marquis Jinlin’s unpredictable temperament and his particular devotion to the marquis’s wife, once he learned that her grandmother had insulted his mother, it would be a miracle if he didn’t seize them all.

One hundred thousand soldiers, in a single instant, perished completely—like offerings sacrificed to a demon, each pierced beneath the cross in grotesque, twisted forms.

As soon as Tang Kuo Wentian finished speaking, nine figures burst from the shadows. They too were dressed as Jin soldiers, each holding a bronze mirror, though it was unclear how these were used.

The member of the security team who appeared to be in charge quickly and respectfully retreated. That place, after all, was one even their rank could not grant access to.

Yue Yun, seeing Zhang Caijun heading toward Miaoshan Stronghold, hurriedly tried to dissuade him. Like his own father, Zhang Caijun’s father was a great general, but the emperor’s favor toward Zhang Jun was even greater. Forcing him to take the official route was not an option.

Especially those medicinal plants, which in the cultivation world were used as ingredients in various elixirs—if they had matured for over a thousand years, they were treasures beyond compare.

“All right, it’s settled then,” Fang Wenxinyu said excitedly. The strength of Dragon Gate was clearly not as weak as imagined; if the White Wolf Gang challenged Dragon Gate, the losses on both sides would be immense.

Xiao Qingcheng looked at her, his fists slowly clenching, an eerie ripple across his face, a flash of coldness in his eyes.

“Even if he withdraws, you’ll stay with him? How? Will you spend your youth, your life, chasing after someone whose life has nothing to do with yours?” Gu Lian shook her head in disapproval.

Ye Junyao: Enough—no more talking to you, you lecher. Remember, you go to school first tomorrow; I’ll come to pick you up once I’m ready. Good night.

Such a move was practically placing one’s head under the other’s blade, inviting disaster.

Several experienced generals, frowning, issued orders for their legions to prepare to contract their defenses—at that moment, the Black Knights made their move.

The system provided each of these “phantoms” with the challengers’ peak strength and tactics, adjusting their abilities in real time for every player. But these gods could not be challenged at will; one first had to pass a trial—a tall tower. Only those who conquered the tower would earn a chance to challenge for divinity.