Chapter 1: The Turning Point of an Era Waits for No One (15.8K, Votes Please!)

Wang Yulou began refining artifacts as soon as he returned to the clan, leaving Clan Chief Wang Rong unable to find a chance to speak with him.

Seeing Wang Yulou finally descend from Shalu Yuan, Wang Rong immediately sent a message to arrange a meeting.

“Uncle Rongjiang, these past years you’ve worked hard—I had no time to return from the front lines, and many burdens fell on you, bearing blame on my behalf. I know well how much you’ve suffered.”

Wang Rongjiang’s hardships? Of course they were great, but Wang Yulou was not

Now they had run fifteen kilometers; everyone was gasping for breath as they pressed forward.

Look what she’s done—others cherished her body, yet she directly ruined its health with drugs.

Xi Zhou sat upright opposite him, holding a chess piece by the dim candlelight; the chessboard silently conveyed the father and son’s unspoken thoughts.

Shi Hanyu sensed something wrong, turned and ran back; at the door of her home, her head felt as if it would explode.

“Manager Su, why is the inn so quiet this early?” asked Si Ming, holding breakfast, puzzled by the empty hall. “The Ice House opened today—it’s bustling. Why don’t you go see?” Manager Su, fingers moving over his abacus, replied without looking up.

Moreover, when he left Jingcheng ten days ago, he was perfectly fine—how could he suddenly be gone?

Even if her medicine was good, what if the patient died from a basket falling from the ceiling, or choked on a sip of water—what could she do then?

The Eastern Base’s commander’s ability has risen to Level Two; knowing this, even at great risk, Shen Yunnian would attempt it.

Meanwhile, Ye’s killing soul had already left his body; his sword and axe clashed with a clang, yet the axe was no match for the blade—Ye’s killing soul struck twice, forcing the axe back, while Ye himself had already engaged Lin Rong in combat.

On the way to the Spirit Cat Kingdom, Ye Feng had once considered similar experiments, but feared Meng Niya could not accept them.

“Has the chairman received an ancient martial arts inheritance? Why is he so powerful?” Tie Lu fully acknowledged Yang Fan as his superior; though he appeared a spoiled heir, he was in truth a hidden master.

“Brother Three!” The surviving black cloak screamed as he saw his companion die; when he turned to Fang Haixi, his eyes were bloodshot.

When apart, one took the driver-only elevator, the other the staff elevator; when together, they had no choice but to use the public elevator.

The puzzle had reached its final step but could go no further—missing its core component, the unique part of a world-class treasure; the structure inferred from mere data and residual information could never complete the puzzle.

As she spoke cryptic words, You Luo fully unfolded her leather jacket, revealing a pink internal membrane filling her vision.

After counting the goods with Boss Wang, he left the repair shop and headed toward the crematorium. Boss Wang didn’t go upstairs to check—he assumed he was still on the second floor.

With the fusion effect activated, Ye Feng’s spirit detached from within and entered a world entirely white.

“Ye, any discoveries?” Song Yuanqiao asked Ye, his face full of inquiry.

Even as Liu Ahhu was utterly bewildered, Zhang Hu had already led his men away from the scene with casual confidence.

Emperor Renjing recited at length, but the only worthwhile part was the medicinal herbs mentioned at the beginning.

Hearing this, Duan Jiang let out a silent laugh, then gazed at the misty figure with a look of pity.

Xu Feng placed two fingers on Chu Yanhan’s palm, his other hand on her wrist, eyes half-closed as he carefully felt her pulse.

But Donghuang Taiyi knew his limits—even in his prime, he was no match for Li Xuan, let alone now reduced to a mere remnant soul, for Li Xuan was a True Saint at the peak of cultivation, having severed his three primal essences with the Three Primordial Treasures.