Chapter 1: Chapter Fifteen: You Won

As a result, Mei Mei Luo pulled out a laser pistol and fired—*pop!*—wounding his palm.

Along the way, the old woman said not a word, pulling Tan Ruonan through winding alleys to a secluded residence, where the living conditions appeared extremely meager.

He felt the gun’s muzzle had locked onto him—likely using some guaranteed-hit skill, with an extremely high headshot rate.

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Before Li Zhang could relay his message, Xu Mo ordered the army to halt and rest, conserving strength for another battle.

Since the goal was to shake their resolve, half-measures wouldn’t do; offering promises would only make them more torn.

Hu Yang immediately agreed and announced that supplies should be prepared—he would take everyone out on business.

“Is Hu Yang here? Tell him to get out here right now!” Meng Qing said bluntly.

In truth, Emperor Yuan was a subordinate of Luanshen; if he were teleported to Emperor Yuan, the matter would inevitably be handed over to Luanshen, for there seemed to be no transcenders near Emperor Yuan—and what became of transcenders in Luanshen’s hands needed no explanation.

Yin Tianhao paused on the stairs; when he turned back to look at Yin Tingting, she was already gone.

Zou Zhanqiang smiled confidently, glancing at me—he knew I was hinting that he and Wu Ruoyu had never truly ended their relationship.

I could only nod; the excitement Bai Ling brought me was no less than when Brother Wang lent me money.

Han Che sighed and nodded, lifting his water cup, drinking with unusual slowness. When his gaze fell on Shen Xia’s ring finger and saw she still wore the ring he had given her, his heart instantly calmed.

Several resisted the desert wolves’ attacks, but the wolves were extremely powerful, and with the gale blowing, Yun Bing and the others couldn’t lower their protective barriers—forced to watch as the desert wolves furiously battered their shields.

Mu Yunxin was browsing Taobao with great enthusiasm when she saw a beautiful photo on the next page; suddenly, she thought of her twenty-some years of life and realized she’d never taken any artistic photos. How wonderful it would be to take some now.

“But if I had the authority, I’d purchase all the abalone, sea cucumber, shark fin, bird’s nest, and tonics for my household from you—could I get an additional discount?” Meng Yu probed further.

Stepping inside, a fragrant scent hit me—I nodded in satisfaction; this was the scent I wanted, this was my home.

The front desk on the first floor was the main control room for surveillance; two guards were on duty—one reading a magazine, the other staring at the monitor screen.

Jiutian Yuansheng watched Guo Huai and Meng Mo vanish together, muttering, “Damn it,” when Yu Er emerged from a hidden corner.

Meng Ze strode forward without hesitation—he’d always known Zhongli’s mouth could never spit out a kind word.

“...Brother, I understand!” A wave of emotion surged within him; hearing Ye Huan’s rare heartfelt words, Ye Yuzhao no longer insisted, only nodding deeply before falling silent.

Chu Yuan ran through every possible change since acquiring the Heavenly Battle God’s blood, until he finally remembered one thing.

He blamed her; she knew it. She had always been the one suffering. Now that they met again, perhaps she truly understood—Ji Xiaoyun’s feelings for her, like the peace between them, had vanished into history.

The silver-haired elder’s face showed a conflicted expression—disappointed, yet secretly relieved.

After careful and repeated consideration, the old man made an unwilling decision: to cease updates and live a peaceful retirement.

Long Yan lowered his head and sipped tea; its bitter taste, lacking the infusion of fine teaware and spring water, had lost much of its richness, leaving only bitterness on his tongue.

They had seen Han troops flee before—more disorganized retreats than this—but they’d never seen an army that had just formed ranks and charged, then turned and fled like rats. The Xiongnu troops halted again.

The Jin Yuan Dan dissolved instantly upon entering his mouth, becoming a thick, viscous stream—several times denser than last time—rushing straight into Chu Yuan’s abdomen.

Bai Ma Jun and Jin Mingzhu now felt a faint nostalgia for their members—normally, at this time, they could hide behind others; now, things were different.

“Bluffing with a tiger’s pelt—just scaring people.” Wei Yan understood perfectly, yet he was deeply disappointed.

Thinking of this, even Fuxi’s composure couldn’t help but betray a proud smile, which he quickly suppressed. He glanced up at the chaos behind him, a flash of brilliance in his eyes, then ignored it, scanning the diverse expressions of the beings before him.

But when Hu Zi dragged out two rats, each larger than a cat, the old man let out a cry and burst into tears.

The kitchen was spotless; though Dai Anliu slaughtered his own meat, not a single bloodstain remained—pristine and immaculate.

“Are you going to greet the younger generation?” Li Zhengzhe asked Jin Xuejun with a smile; Li Shengshu, Park Jae-yong, Bai Ma Jun, and Ahn Jae-seok burst into laughter.

The golden light faded; hundreds of millions of immortal troops were sent by Zhao Hao to the five war zones, beginning their battles.

By now, they had walked over twenty paces; many could barely endure it, standing still and panting. This distance was a heavy burden—even for immortal bodies, it was taxing.

Tian Chunyang sneered: “Hmph, Zhan, you’re just wasting your kindness. That man left his own disciple and sister here for so long without showing up.”

Iron rod and curved blade clashed wildly, ringing like metal on metal, each impact sending sparks flying.

Three tails whipped wildly in all directions, revealing the fury within; the massive three-tailed beast charged toward the Water Gate—when suddenly, a giant toad plummeted from the sky, crashing down onto the three-tailed beast’s back and pinning it to the ground.