Chapter 77: You Won

Qingxi Alley, Garrison Cultivator’s Residence.

Zhou Yingxi was probably the last person to learn her judging position had been replaced by her own father.

For Yulou, every saving counted: Qi Refining stage Zhou Yingxi needed six hundred spirit stones, but Mu Chunze, having achieved Foundation Establishment, competed for free.

Does this even require choosing?

“Xi’er, I don’t want to go either, but Wang Xianmao is a crafty old fox—he forced me into accepting.”

Seeing his daughter’s displeased expression, Mu Chunze lowered his voice.

Nina rested her chin on her hand, deep in thought, pondering how to revise her next plan to better exploit this pawn.

Zhang Wugong had no interest in monitoring someone as insignificant as Hong Tao; he was merely curious about his disappearance, never intending to dig deeper.

Jiang Fuyan and Jiang Fumei longed to see their elder brother, yet spoke little, appearing deeply troubled.

They were as thick as an adult man’s arm, each about half a meter long, with serrated hairs at both ends, slick and slimy all over—terrifying, vicious, and revolting.

He too wished his parents would take him and his sister to an amusement park for a day, but… he knew deep down it was impossible now.

Just as Manwu hesitated how to answer Zhongli Canye’s question, her stomach betrayed her at the worst moment.

As they spoke, a flash of light suddenly streaked across the sky, followed by a thunderous boom—it seemed Liu Yun and the others had caught up to the black-cloaked man.

He wondered why Li Xiaomai had drunk so heavily, and felt guilty for breaking their appointment. But seeing Huang Zijie care for her so deeply, he felt a pang of unease. Still, he trusted Huang Zijie would look after her, and this thought brought him some relief.

The guards stood in stunned silence, especially the Tiger Guard who had been force-fed the pill—he had been reduced to a dazed fool.

No one cared where he hid; Fat Dragon knew his place well, staying silent in the corner.

Li Shishi really knew how to pick someone to inscribe the plaque—she even got the Emperor himself. Now that this plaque hangs here, isn’t it as good as “Imperial Presence in Person”? Who would dare touch it?

Though he knew Yu Xie was Yun Fei’s friend, Dongfang Yu was his direct superior—when the master is shamed, the servant dies. Beimen Jia understood this principle well.

“I won’t waste words—if you want to come, hurry. Bring your closest kin; in a few days, I’ll be unavailable.” With that, Zi Lingtian returned the communication stone to his space ring.

Since Morgan’s final livestream, this phrase had spread across the seas—countless people repeated it. Humans always worship the strong; Vlad was now universally recognized, and in truth the strongest on earth, so worship was inevitable.

Only at the city gate was there open ground, where two people rolled on the earth, and twenty-five Half-Saints knelt, their bodies trembling, each lost in dread of the fate awaiting them.

Crack, crack, crack, crack—the sound echoed as Feng Laolao’s severely crippled arms repaired themselves by seventy to eighty percent.

This tide of fate could not be stopped by human effort; even if America grew stronger and richer, and mobilized all its national power, it could not reverse this situation.

But when this Captain arrived at Hu Bingchang’s tent, Hu mistook him for someone who had never left—leaving the Captain both amused and exasperated.

Jiang Tian knew well that Pan Yulin had grown suspicious and would likely retreat or detour; he acted decisively, roaring as he burst from behind the rocks and charged straight into the enemy ranks.

Under the enhancement of the Life-and-Death Sword Domain, the Hundred Forms Sword’s power also surged over a thousandfold, its might rivaling that of the Heaven-and-Earth Blood Song.

After Ji Chang led the campaign and killed Chong Houhu, he fell ill and died shortly after; the cause was primarily the seven years of imprisonment, which had utterly drained his already frail body—he was over ninety, an age of great longevity for a mortal.