Chapter 343: The Meaning of Life

As if to whet everyone's appetite, the last person kept spinning; Old Jia smiled lightly at the screen, but when the image froze, his smile vanished, replaced by stunned disbelief.

At dawn the next day, Ma Xiu woke up—he hadn't slept at all last night; knowing tomorrow would decide his lifelong fate, how could he possibly sleep? He tossed and turned all night.

But what drew the most attention about this yellow-brown scorpion was its hooked tail—a blade like Death's scythe, connected by a chain of pitch-black metal. The blackness was unnervingly magnetic; this scorpion was named: Death Demon Scorpion.

The two men began with fist strikes, trading blows to test each other's strength and skill.

In the arena, immediately after Old Jia spoke, an extremely dominant aura erupted violently from Luo Jin's body—the surge was so sudden it startled the spectators on the stands.

"Hmph, you think I'll fall for that? Do you take me for a fool?" The Killer Demon clearly dismissed Ouyang Huowu's words, believing she was feigning carelessness to lull him into a false sense of security.

Those lucky enough were spotted by Lan Yi Bay's guards and thrown onto an expulsion vessel; those unlucky vanished without a trace.

Though not following his lead, Jinwu Pearl still intended to carefully observe his actions, no matter what came next.

"Heh, this is a meteorite from beyond the heavens. Used to forge weapons, it can certainly produce equipment superior to a Treasure-grade weapon. I found it one day while cultivating in the mountains—it suddenly fell from the sky. I was terrified." Du Gu Hong smiled warmly.

He Lian Tao and Xiang Jiu exchanged glances, tied their horses far away, and crept forward silently.

I'll give you everything you ask for—except this. I've kept delaying it; you don't speak, I won't let go.

By the time the Sword Storage Grand Assembly reopened a month later, three Lords of Sealing had come to compete for the leadership position.

After being interrupted by Old Lin, Jing Yuchen began doubting his earlier judgment—indeed, given the decades-long friendship between Uncle Lin and him, no matter how generous Ji Ran's offer, he could never transfer his Jing family shares.

Simultaneously, due to time constraints, only twenty contestants would advance to the final round—meaning eighty would be eliminated in this round. An eighty percent elimination rate was terrifyingly high.

"No, the organization she founded is called the Burial Heaven Branch." Liu Yanyi glanced at Zi Yunyuan and spoke softly. Upon hearing this, Zi Yunyuan fell silent. The Burial Heaven Branch was, in essence, merely a branch of Burial Heaven—she did this not only because she belonged to Burial Heaven, but because of her feelings.

How can one simply forget? The demon sneers, erecting barriers—perhaps only barriers can prove the power of longing.

"Don't call me." He dropped these words with utter calmness, yet somehow left a pang of sorrow in the air.

"Sigh, I don't remember exactly which pawnshop it was, but I'll have Old Liu cover the cost and redeem it for you. It was your mother's legacy—I'll get it back, no matter what." Mo Haotian said, filled with guilt after hearing Mo Jiuqing's words.

Everyone realized a serious question: Lin Chen was clearly a fire-attribute adept—why had he entered the lake without any ill effects?

The four Spirit King-level experts' combined attack power was immense—totaling two hundred thousand jin.

At that moment, another white mercenary stepped before He Rong and grabbed her slender arm.

The Korean residents along the street watched the Great Ming cavalry with reverence—they were the guardians protecting their homeland.

"Nonsense." Xian Yu Tong trembled violently at Xie Wuji's words, cold sweat breaking out on his back.

Every step in the palace carried meaning; Li Shanshan smiled gently, her lotus steps unfolding gracefully, perfectly showcasing her elegant figure—her gait was noble yet refined.

As Lie Guluosi spoke, the four corners of the room suddenly flared with light, then vanished instantly. Te Luo Fa's expression changed sharply—he snapped his gaze away from Lie Guluosi.

After their conversation, the two men did not linger, turning immediately and hurrying toward their respective lodgings.

In the Jianghu, "water ghost" meant river pirate or water bandit. The Jianghu around Jing-Xiang was chaotic; Qiao Qian had long wanted to expand his business there, but his influence could never penetrate—and even his goods weren't safe passing through Jing-Xiang.

Besides food and fruit, many red wines were placed nearby—various kinds, including Changyu Cabernet, Great Wall Wine, Dynasty Wine, and others.

She couldn't ignore it—she had to contribute something, otherwise such a fine system in her hands would be a waste.

Before Erica acted, Mei Jiecao would never show himself. He first used magic to filter surrounding noise; when he promised Peiji on the secure line that he'd help, he only said he was in Trenton, near New York.