Chapter 341: It

"Cough… Yu Ru, it's late already; let's go eat first," Song Jian said calmly.

From this arena, one could see the internal scenes of all virtual domains—from culinary cultivators to miscellaneous cultivators, from the Disciple stage to the Industry Scholar stage, even the Industry Artisan stage's virtual domains were crystal clear.

Passing through the grassland, they reached a vast forest sea; the lush trees appeared beautiful yet dangerous, as the guardians formed a circle around Gao Feng and Bai Xing, guarding against any danger from the boss.

The Ancestral Dragon, having lost much blood, had recovered after rest and was now full of vigor.

Ji Yanxue, Ouyang Lingling, and Xia Jian exchanged glances, each seeing confusion in the others' eyes.

Seeing their companion actually eat it, the other guardians gleefully asked about the taste of the black melon. Huo Xian suddenly opened his eyes, staring in disbelief at the black flesh in his hand; ignoring their questions, he buried his head into the rind and ate noisily, thoroughly delighted.

Seeing the "coins" swimming in the sea, Jackson couldn't help but be tempted—and in this era, most mercenaries would make the same choice as Jackson.

"You'd better not use the Purple Eye lightly; it draws too much attention and could lead them to hunt you down," the doppelgänger said.

He could no longer afford to protect Luo Chazǐ; with a thought, he withdrew the portion of magic power covering her body.

Upon hearing this demand, some immediately demanded to leave—but not everyone, for though the demand was unreasonable and stripped them of all power, it was far better than going outside to die; at least they'd have food to eat, wouldn't they?

At first, faintly, many could be seen gathered at the city gate, Bugandong, then some went to investigate the deep pit; even from afar, they could see those who returned after viewing it walking back as if bereaved, clearly terrified.

"Qin Qing'er! She's in her hands now—only you can approach her!" said the person in brownish-yellow robes.

Tang Shi was carried over, squirmed to adjust into a more comfortable position, and complained discontentedly.

Qin Hongxia's three subordinates were defeated by three gray giants on the second level; they returned to the first-level assembly point and found Qin Hongxia already cultivating there. They sat not far from her, swallowed the Star Emperor Ginseng Fruit they had obtained on the first level, and closed their eyes to meditate.

He swiftly activated nearly one-third of his dantian's star spiritual energy, channeling it into the great blade; with a sudden movement, he slashed. Boom! The blade aura and claw aura clashed again; after the explosion, the star wolf beast's abdomen was struck by the blade aura, blood spraying out.

After all, what he presented was not merely an object, but the product of many factors combined—the 'space,' 'matter,' 'energy,' and so on—contained within it.

"Now do you believe it?" Li Yi finally dared to speak loudly; with reason on his side, he wasn't afraid of the other side acting recklessly.

The stone's texture was ordinary granite, with grooves of varying depths, artificially carved—such patterns were commonly used as whetstones in old society.

But only fools thought that way; the three factions were all present—could they all be going to the toilet at the same critical moment? That was too naive, utterly brainless. Indeed, what kind of master, what kind of servant—they'd all been led into the trap by Ling Xiao.

Upon hearing this, Li Honghui couldn't let it go; he directly confronted the person who had cursed him most. Li Honghui fought alone against many, engaging in a verbal battle with those soldier scoundrels.

Perhaps if he had given his son even a scrap of warmth—even a single greeting—his son would never have despaired to suicide in Qianzhou. Now, the white-haired father buried his black-haired son; the emperor's remorse and pain could only be confided to Shao An.

The sky had gradually darkened; now, neon lights glowed along both banks of the Yangtze River, and passing ships had turned on their warning lights—it was truly beautiful, just as it had been four years ago.

When it came to acting, Yang Chengchu and Yang Chengzhaoxin were naturally on the same side; one had already knelt down with earnest words, and the other naturally followed with mournful cries, tears streaming down his face for Liu Qu, sharply contrasting with Huo Chengjun.

On the twenty-ninth of May, Liu Bingyi approved Wei Xian's request to retire and return home, granting him a hundred taels of gold and a four-horse ceremonial carriage reserved for feudal princes to send him off.

In a furious roar, the guardian divine beast was struck by the great seal, while the figure seized the opportunity to shoot forward, dashing into the hall as the guardian divine beast looked on with helpless rage.

Later, it was said the corpse was taken away by the Ministry of Justice's coroner, and His Majesty paid little attention—brotherly affection? There had been none when they were alive, let alone now that the man was gone.

Though the younger brother had escaped, his nerves remained taut; he lay on the bed without removing his clothes, waiting for his brother's return—but there was no sound at all.

Dragon Sword Thunder raced forth, its blade edge transforming into a thunderous dragon of swords, brimming with fury and killing intent, charging wildly forward.

"Let the Prince thoroughly investigate; as long as she dares come to the Wang Fu, no matter her appearance, it will be suicide—besides, this concubine hasn't seen a human pig made in quite some time, has she? Hmph…" Yang Chengzhaoxin's smile was terrifying, sending chills down the spine.

He often looted all the treasures from tombs, returning home triumphantly; sometimes he even brought back the corpses from the tombs he plundered, hanging them up as trophies. Among the many ancient tombs he excavated, many belonged to famous figures—even the tomb of Xie An, Grand Tutor of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, did not escape his grasp.

Emperor Qianlong set his sights on the Changling tomb of Emperor Chengzu Zhu Di; the main pillars were crafted from premium golden-silk nanmu, a rare wood that matured late, hard in texture, naturally glossy without needing lacquer, fragrant and pleasant, repelling insects—throughout dynasties, it had always been the finest building material.

"Master, everyone has been assembled; you may question them," came Ye Feng's voice, pulling him back from his thoughts.