Chapter 231

"Why the hell do I have to bring her along?" Li Weidong sighed helplessly. He'd been enjoying a nice candlelit dinner, and now there was a third wheel—purely self-inflicted misery.

Right now, all he wanted to do was release the fury burning inside him.

But I wasn't idle either. After hearing the news, I immediately began planning the next battle. Even if this news might make the troublemakers tone down their actions during the day, they certainly wouldn't give up—they used to control this place and still have a military base here.

In the end, Wang Jianguo was saved, but his face was burned beyond recognition, like a ghost's, and his entire body suffered extensive third-degree burns. He underwent dozens of surgeries at Beijing's best hospital and only returned to the village a few days ago.

For this war, artificial humans would bring real, tangible change. If they truly succeeded in reviving their previous research, a full-scale invasion by artificial humans would make any attempt to stop them pure fantasy.

Now she wore a bright red silk robe, a brand-new soft leather cap, a rooster-comb flower tucked behind her ear, and her face carefully powdered with white makeup and rouge.

Cheng Liang had long grown tired of this endless rambling—if the Left Messenger hadn't been frowning and listening, he'd have already whipped him into silence.

As Yin Su spoke, he never looked at me, just sat quietly on the bench, as if speaking to me—or perhaps just to himself.

When he burst out of the elevator, wild and ferocious, everyone was terrified and scrambled to avoid him.

Xiao Yi was equally helpless about this—his system gave zero response whenever he tried using spell skills, as if it had no intention of helping at all. With no customer service to fix it, Du Yite's earlier joke might just come true.

The disciples immediately understood—they were preparing for battle. But Ma Lusha clearly had problems. Why was their master still going along with her?

As he spoke, he pulled open the car door. The guard's gaze met the eyes of a clean-cut young man, who stared back expressionlessly, not blinking.

On the stone table sat mooncakes, a wine flask, jade cups, pastries, and various rare spiritual fruits.

At the same time, Yang Yi's vision suddenly brightened—a virtual interface, like those on TV, appeared before him.

He smiled and headed toward other areas outside Tianbei City. The place where the Heavenly Stele stood was meant for Emperor-level cultivators—he didn't plan to go there and get himself killed.

"What's going on, Lin Hao? Do you really need to drag me around like this? No way—I'm exhausted just following you like this," Zhu Neng grumbled. He hated this situation.

Royd was the most skilled among them in medicine and potions, so naturally he took on the role of physician. After checking Er's condition, he pulled out a healing potion and forced it down his throat, then rose with a serious expression.

This only strengthened his resolve to return to the Xuan Yuan Great World. Staying in the post-apocalyptic world meant facing only Sky-level opponents—it did little to help his cultivation grow.

Jiang Yun roared. The Divine Ruin Sword emitted a sliver of divine might, crushing the Emperor shadow and sending the black tower flying.

So despite his expectations, Lin Bo could only shake his head, his face filled with apology and helplessness. He shrugged at everyone, having no intention of taking the rice paddle from the head chef's hands.

"Tomorrow is the real battle for the Shu Mountain Sword Scripture. You'd better get some rest—I'm completely drained from all the commotion tonight. Good night!" He immediately collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.

The island still saw deaths every day, but the number had dropped dramatically compared to before.

The Nine Streets Blue-and-White Porcelain was considered a treasure-class item throughout the antique world; many collectors had heard of it.

Su Zhan fell silent. All these years, he'd been obsessed with attacking the Southern Frontier—he'd never once considered opening a school.

About fifteen minutes later, Qin Jizhong's anger still hadn't cooled when a gatekeeper rushed in to report that Lu Xu and Wei Lin had left.

After hearing this, A Jiu sighed deeply. Fine—she'd been outwitted by these wise barbarians.

Director Zhao Chen successively praised Xia Nuannuan, Zhao Shiqiu, and Wu Yan. Following the earlier rule of eliminating one person per group, Qiao Lei panicked—he figured he'd be eliminated at fifteenth place.

Ingredients: one mandarin fish, Shiliang fermented black beans, Shiliang salt, Shiliang cooking wine, Shiliang oyster sauce, Shiliang steamed fish soy sauce, Shiliang scallion, Shiliang ginger, Shiliang sweet pepper.

This Song Zhi had come with him from the Jing Wangfu. He'd assumed he could be trusted, but now it was unclear whether he was truly loyal.

Everyone had their own agenda, but no one denied that the great upheaval in Jianye City would send shockwaves through the capital.

Sun Qian smiled as he spoke, then deliberately glanced at Tang Meiqin… Tang Meiqin nodded helplessly.

After finishing the bowl of wine in Lianyun City, he suddenly smashed it. Then he asked for another bowl, poured himself wine, and downed three bowls in rapid succession.

As long as she got her hands on the Ghost Valley Treatise on Miscellaneous Illnesses, she could find a chance to escape from Peach Apricot Village—her lifelong wish would finally be fulfilled.

After dinner, Chen Chuman sat cross-legged on her bed and tried again to guide spiritual energy into her body, drawing on what she'd learned in today's class.

"Hmph, so what if he's a noble? Unless he's the current emperor, how noble can he be? I represent the Prince of Changshan—we're both princes. I'm no lesser than him," Chang Hu snorted.

Far off, two mountain peaks stood like giant swords, stretching horizontally across the earth.

"Looks good to me. Miss, I really like your lotus lantern. I'd like to buy it—how much are you asking?" Wang Hao smiled, looking at Yang Baolian.

Bing Xun's body sliced through the air like a streak of light, and Bing Tian and Bing Can collapsed into pools of blood.

"Roar! Roar!" Wang Hao had taken only a few steps forward when two white-browed tigers appeared ahead, glaring and roaring at him.

Shu Yucheng froze, dumbfounded, stammering helplessly. His awkwardness was comical to watch.

"What's a ghost? I just feel my spiritual energy being increasingly constricted—even breathing's becoming hard." In Zhan Zhaohua's world, ghosts didn't exist, so he could only describe it by his own understanding.

The anomaly at the Pure Impurity Soil Shrine was noticed by both the Chengming Divine Servant and the Mighty God during their battle. Their faces showed shock, yet also a hint of triumph—making their expressions bizarre.