Volume One, Chapter 81: Bank Card Frozen

Shen Chaowu was far too easy to bully. Perhaps she had been raised too well since childhood, like a rose carefully watered, only able to survive within a greenhouse. Once removed from her nurturing fortress and exposed to sunlight, she simply couldn’t go on—she would wither and perish.

Li Yang watched this version of Han Mingchao, opening and closing his mouth, unsure if he should explain. The investigation into the matter had stalled, and he felt the difficulty was far from ordinary.

“Feng Fan, since you have already become the leader of the Cultivation Alliance of Golden Moon Ancient Kingdom, the position of head of the Flying Heaven Sect will be entrusted to Miss Duan. What do you think?” Gu Huaizi spoke with a gentle, singing smile.

This world was home to myriad races, each holding firm to their own beliefs. Everyone understood that only their own people would cherish them. Xuanyuan Xiao wasn’t from this world at all, his thinking clearer and broader—he judged everything by right and wrong. Who said demons couldn’t be good? In fact, the demon race was often more endearing than humans.

“Milan… is she well?” Ye Chaofan blurted out the question, only to realize he still couldn’t entirely free himself when facing Milan.

Wu Xuanming had another idea: to relentlessly promote himself. If he couldn’t be a divine healer saving the world, he would become a master revered in the martial realm. He refused to believe the path of medicine was his only option.

“Inject one dose for everyone here first!” Now that the effects were confirmed, it was wise to protect those closest to him.

Di Yun’s heart trembled upon hearing this, but it was only a brief jolt; afterward, he showed no reaction. Ye Bingyin noticed the change in Di Yun, but since he said nothing, she refrained from asking further.

“Yue’er, some gifts arrived from Strange City, along with a letter. I brought them with me this time,” Murong Yan waited for Yan Yue to finish washing up before speaking slowly.

This morning paper brought Mo Wushuang good cheer, but cast a shadow over Han Mingchao. This Li Mingfen child was not someone easily managed; because of what happened that day, Han Mingchao had a huge argument with her, warning her to mind her words, and threatening harsher consequences if she kept speaking carelessly.

Waking up, daylight already filled the room. The events of last night felt both real and unreal. Did Murong Yan truly have someone slap her for her own sake? Did he really once hold her and comfort her? Perhaps it was all just a dream.

Yet as the two probed every avenue, searching for Ye Fantian, the place from years ago had long since changed. Despite their efforts, they couldn’t find any trace of him.

A leaf drifted down, carried by the man’s jade flute through the valley. It seemed slow, but vanished unnoticed, leaving no trace. No one knew where it would end up.

For Yan Liang’s recklessness, Jiang Qi, whose mood had always been unpredictable, finally withdrew his gaze and turned it toward Yan Liang, whose face was filled with worry and anger.

“Is it fully repaired? When?” Xiao Honglu looked at Murong Chen and Mira behind Zheng Zha, feeling somewhat puzzled.

He hadn’t truly experienced love, but he knew that Jiang Lan had never made any promises to him—not a single word.

Quantum theory had long proven that energy flows in discontinuous bursts. In other words, the world is not continuous but segmented. This was what Murong Chen had once hoped to achieve with the Causality Unbound Sword, an invention extended from the Quantum Cloud Sword Qi.

They were already well aware of Tang Tang’s notorious deeds: she told Bai Lingzi that Bai Shaozi was impotent, terrorized the concubines sent by Empress Xi every day, and uttered madcap nonsense to Lan Xin.

“Wow, I never thought that when a cafeteria is large enough, it could look so grand.” Though it was just an ordinary food hall with window service, standard long tables and chairs, occupying an area the size of a stadium made the simple white columns evoke the majesty of the Roman Pantheon.

“So, what’s your impression of our Marquis Wen?” Xiao Honglu had already formed an opinion of Murong Chen, but hearing the evaluation of this poison master, renowned for his insight into human nature, would surely enrich his own view.

During wilderness survival training at school, Tang Tang relied on a single knife and a few dry branches to build a fire, dry her clothes, skin a snake, wrap it in wild grass leaves, bury it underground, then light a fire above. She leaned leisurely against a wooden post, eyes gently closed.

If the magnetic card was not recharged at this point, its magnetism would continue to weaken, and after some time, it would become entirely unreadable—a complete demagnetization.

Zulin was young and energetic but lacked experience, so Marko assigned a seasoned veteran as his deputy.

The rules for this round looked simple but were exceedingly brutal. In the bumper car arena, avoiding collisions was impossible—this meant the round was essentially “kill or be killed.”

Lin Lie wasn’t about to let his opponent off so easily; he attacked again, his assault relentless. Hei Zi couldn’t withstand it, suffering seven or eight strikes and finally collapsing, vomiting blood, and sustaining internal injuries.

In the desert, lacking food for three days wasn’t fatal, but lacking water… was much harder. They would have to search for or create their own water source.

He saw a kind-hearted woman bring a bowl of rolled noodles to a ragged man scavenging by the roadside.

To threaten Hong Baiduo, one’s power needed to reach at least level ten—only then could they harm him.

He was surprised by the composure of the soldiers across the river. Normally, with two thousand cavalry, they would have charged already, but this time the commanding officer was unusually steady.

With a twitch of his brow, Ju Zhi didn’t refuse outright. Su Yile’s adorable, naive smile truly moved him—and besides, her lap pillow was indeed very comfortable.

“Are you going to talk or not?” The man, resembling Chen Tang, grew impatient, putting aside his military magazine and fixing his gaze on the mysterious stranger.