Chapter 283: New Spiritual Plants, the Temptation of Knowledge

Several disciples of True Person Qian walked together across Hongqiao, gazing at the several palaces on Tiangong Island.

"The scenery of the Nine Mountains Realm is truly dull and monotonous."

One of the female disciples said.

The others could not help but nod.

"Everywhere is mist—there's nothing worth seeing."

"Aren't they building houses these days? I heard True Person Zheng made a plan—he set aside an entire island for workshops and markets, and even plans to stage operas."

As the last words of Tianba Hu faded, the lords of the other seven peaks shot out in unison, appearing around Fang Laoguai in an instant.

"My duty is to protect you—in reality, and in the game too," Long Qingmeng said.

Listening to the wind is a peculiar pleasure, deepening the bond between man and nature—a unique way of cultivating the heart. Listening to the night breeze rustle through falling leaves, one feels the roar of a thousand charging armies; now, with his realm changed, his understanding has undergone a qualitative transformation.

"Stop blabbering like a birdman and just do it like usual, alright?" Chairman Kaegis grew impatient, cutting off Salga mid-sentence. Startled by being interrupted by a ninth-rank powerhouse, Salga froze for a moment, then erupted in anger.

Letting blood serve as their baptism, paving their path to growth with countless piles of white bones—that is the truest form of growth.

After Blood Sovereign left, Yiluka slumped onto the great chair, muttering blankly. Moments later, as if suddenly remembering something, he hurried into the room.

"I'm hungry. I want to eat," Lu Rong said without any courtesy to Yemoxun—the first thing he did upon meeting was demand food.

Envy is useless. Perhaps this is just luck—or perhaps there's another connection, one yet undiscovered. If this connection is ever uncovered, the underground world may face utter ruin.

Everyone nodded silently, their eyes gleaming with captivating light—this was what the game should truly be: thrilling.

The young boys were quieter, most gazing at Long Qingmeng with worshipful eyes, shining with admiration, each trying to draw her attention with their own tricks. But the young lady was focused solely on recruiting—anyone who didn't meet the criteria was dismissed immediately, not even granted a second glance. This left those pretending to be innocent young boys somewhat heartbroken.

Pang Chunmei wore loose clothing that drifted underwater, her graceful figure faintly visible, stirring blood and heat.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for this grace," said Old Princess Chu, collapsing to the ground. Su Changle knelt beside her to thank her as well.

Eighty percent of people's bottom line is their own life; ten to fifteen percent's bottom line is their own life and that of their loved ones—parents, children, close friends.

"When I left, my father was indeed discussing arrangements with Brother Feihan—it should be fine. But right now, what's the situation with my mother? Do you have any news?" Chu Qiao's heart was heavy with worry; her brows tightened further, and her anxious expression subtly surfaced.

His prolonged chanting not only purified Lu Yu's soul but also affected Nie Qizhan equally.

Qin Mo rode his horse, secretly smiling inside, unable to suppress a faint grin on his lips.

As Ye Mubeng filled a cup with water, Zhao Zuixi's eyes flickered with mischief; he snatched the cup and pulled Ye Mubeng into his arms.

While walking, Chu Qiao noticed a nearby shed for storing hay and a simple open-air kitchen pavilion—presumably, they had cooked their meals there before.

"Whose call…?" Seeing Jiang Ci grip his phone but Chichi not answer, Jiang Yujing frowned—but before he could finish, Jiang Ci cut him off.