Chapter 138: The Irresponsible Dragon!

Deng Ken’s exploration of the new world did not go smoothly.

Because the young dragon was trapped in the Northlands, its current strength made it difficult to leave and travel far.

On the way back.

Deng Ken saw again that trio of astonishing power; forced by the Northlands’ snowstorm to find shelter, he dared not approach closely, relying instead on the strategic map to track their direction—they seemed headed for the ancient altar he had reached.

In Xiao Ruokuang’s view, becoming a First-Rank Alchemist after only four years of study was already extraordinary.

This was not a problem with the system, but rather a root cause: the true flaw lay in the cosmic origin that gave birth to the system.

“I can spare your other family members, but Chuanmu must serve me as a slave for ten years.” In truth, Wang Gangmu valued Chuanmu because his younger brother shared his own foresight, yet had always been hindered by his uncle.

The gap between Saint Spirit Third Stage and his own level was utterly terrifying; even compared to Jian Chen, he was still far behind—merely the pressure of that aura left him gasping, unable to even conceive of opposing Jian Chen.

Hao Bai and Hua Qiangu were not yet disciples of Changliu, so they had not yet entered Changliu immediately.

Hao Bai slashed with his sword in midair; in an instant, a massive blade of light appeared in the arena, sword qi surging across all directions.

“My lord Changqing, how is your Ten Thousand Worlds Trading House any different from looting during a fire?” an old man complained.

Seeing he could no longer burrow underground, Cuilingzhu swiftly retreated toward the bamboo grove he had come from.

Of course, it was still too early now; once both manors were renovated, Qin Wudao could move in and set up the corresponding field arrays to make them a cultivation holy site.

“Don’t leave—where did you take my son?” Yu Ma shoved Song Yuxin aside and rushed toward Gu Qingyu, but when she reached Xie Changxuan’s side and saw his menacing expression, she grew afraid.

Helplessly, Zui Xian Pavilion launched another half-price promotion for one day; unexpectedly, word-of-mouth spread among neighbors, and the tavern’s customers grew steadily—coming and going, in and out—the business thrived.

Whether or not I sign with Tianyin, my livestreaming career is over—I’ll never achieve anything in esports, or else your name Ning Xue is spelled backwards.

Even in the past, no matter how wildly she acted, Mo Junyi indulged her, simply because he saw her as a nine-tailed fox, thus unique.

Nothing in this world is perfect; if not for that prop tiger distracting the protagonist, we wouldn’t have even gotten this far.

The commandant turned around and saw the man gasping for breath, his neck bruised and Qiahen deep—he realized he had cultivated a demonic heart and abandoned the man, walking out.

In Zhu Zhu’s view, An Xiaoqi had treated the Shen siblings exceptionally well, so she naturally responded warmly.

“You’re not Miss Xue at all!” Suddenly remembering the Snow Embryo and Plum Bone incident, she raised her left hand to point at Mu Fandí, then immediately retracted it—her five fingers had lost all sensation, useless as dead appendages.

Those around them all marveled—they had never seen such a treatment. Yet the plague-stricken civilians fell into two categories: those imprisoned were certain to die, for they could not swallow, eat, drink, or take medicine, and when afflicted, they raged like mad dogs.

But we ourselves must understand: whether others see us as clones or gene-engineered beings, we must strive to live as humans.

Leng Feng nodded; that was the darkest period of the Chinese revolution, when the Kuomintang and Communists slaughtered each other in rivers of blood, extinguishing the passion of many—Chao Yuanhong was likely one of them.

Chen Zutao nodded; if Lao Jiang could be made to believe this was merely infighting between the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Central Intelligence Bureau, the punishment might be raised high but dropped lightly.

As the original driving force behind all these achievements, Hunt DuPont now enjoyed soaring status within the family, and had even begun to show signs of becoming the de facto first among the third generation.