Chapter 283: New Spirit Plants, The Temptation of Knowledge

Several disciples of True Person Qian walked together across the Rainbow Bridge, gazing at the few palaces on the Heavenly Palace Island before them.

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

One of the female disciples said.

The others could not help but nod.

"Everywhere is mist; indeed, there is nothing worth seeing."

"Haven't they been building houses these past few days? I heard True Person Zheng made a plan: one island is set aside specifically for markets, and they even plan to stage plays."

As soon as the last words of Tianba Hu fell, the masters of the other seven peaks shot out from behind him, appearing around the Old Monster Fang in the blink of an eye.

"My task is to protect you, both in reality and in the game," Long Qingmeng said.

Listening to the wind is a kind of indescribable enjoyment; it can draw humans closer to nature, a unique method in heart-cultivation. Listening to the night wind blow, watching fallen leaves roll down, one feels a roar as if ten thousand cavalry were charging. Now that the realm is different, the realization has undergone a qualitative change.

"Don't chatter like a bird-man there; just do as usual, can you?" President Kegis seemed somewhat impatient and cut off Salga's words directly. Being interrupted by a Ninth-Rank powerhouse, Salga was stunned first, then immediately grew angry.

And letting fresh blood serve as their baptism, using countless piles of white bones to pave the ladder of their growth—this is the best way to grow.

After Blood Venerable left, Yiluka plopped down onto the large chair, murmuring with vacant eyes. A moment later, he seemed to suddenly think of something and hurriedly walked into the room.

"I'm hungry; I want to eat." Lu Rong was not at all polite with Yemo Xun; the first thing he did upon meeting was demand food.

Envy is useless. Perhaps this is character, or perhaps there is another connection that has simply not been discovered yet. Once this connection is unearthed, the underground world may face utter destruction.

Everyone nodded silently, their eyes flashing with captivating light. This is what should exist in the game: excitement.

The young boys were quieter; most looked at Long Qingmeng with admiration, their eyes shining, each employing their own methods to attract her attention. But Miss Long was focused solely on recruiting; those who did not meet the conditions were told to leave immediately without even a second glance. This made those pretending to be innocent young boys somewhat heartbroken.

Pang Chunmei wore relatively loose clothing that drifted in the water below, her curvaceous figure faintly visible, making one's blood boil.

"In that case, I thank Your Ladyship for her grace." Old Princess Chu fell to the ground, and Su Changle knelt beside her to thank her for the favor.

Eighty percent of people's bottom line is their own life; over ten percent of people's bottom line is their own life and the lives of their friends, family, parents, and children.

"When I left, my father and my sworn brother Fei Hanyi were indeed discussing the arrangements; it should be no problem. Now the key is: what is my mother's current situation? Do you have any news?" Chu Qiao's heart was full of hidden worries; she could not help but furrow her brows a few more times, and a look of concern quietly appeared on her face.

His chanting for such a long time not only had a cleansing effect on Lu Yu's soul but also had an effect on Nie Qizhan.

Qin Mo rode on the horse, yet secretly rejoiced in his heart, even unable to stop a slight smile from appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Just as Ye Musheng finished receiving a cup of water, a wicked smile flashed in the eyes of Chao Zuixi beside him; while snatching the cup, he pulled Ye Musheng into his embrace.

While walking, Chu Qiao discovered a shed nearby specifically for storing dried hay and a simple kitchen shed; she surmised that they had cooked their meals in this simple kitchen shed before.

"Whose phone..." Seeing Jiang Ci grip the phone tightly yet delay answering the call, Jiang Yujing frowned. Before he could finish speaking, he was cut off by Jiang Ci.