Chapter 91

Zhou Jinbei took several photos, snapped a selfie, then slung her backpack over her shoulders and headed down the mountain.

At fifteen, Zhou Jinbei was slender, looking malnourished.

But her physical condition was actually quite good—otherwise she wouldn’t have cycled around the entire island; cycling the full thousand-plus kilometers of Qionghai was something most people couldn’t endure.

Zhou Jinbei slung her pack, brought only a few changes of clothes, and set off without hesitation.

Zhou You felt Zhang Deshan didn’t deserve to live, but he wouldn’t take justice into his own hands—he’d leave punishment to the law. Zhang Deshan, however, cared for nothing and cruelly murdered his victim. That was the greatest difference between Zhou You and Zhang Deshan.

Wucheng had many mountains; most buildings were built against their slopes, and the rolling terrain made maps nearly useless here, since maps were flat while Wucheng was three-dimensional.

Could it be… that there was some secret between them? Judging by Tianqi’s expression, he seemed to have tacitly approved Saihao’s actions. Normally, Big Brother would’ve scolded Saihao a few times, but this time he said nothing—perhaps the three of them shared some unspoken secret! Could this secret be related to our Clone Technique?

In the days that followed, Bian Yuanhang, Yuan Han, and Zhang Dong’s lives could be described as “carefree.”

The couple made peace, no longer harboring resentment; after abandoning national duty, only raw physical desire remained—they hadn’t been intimate in a long time.

Tianqi snapped back to attention at the call, turned, and realized he’d walked over ten meters ahead. He apologized, ran back, and guided Saihao on how to enter the spiritual realm.

Likewise, no one possessed the spiritual state of selflessness he achieved, nor did many have the extraordinary physical stamina to sustain his terrifying energy consumption.

Zhang Hao stayed at Hero Tower for three days straight, spending his time sparring with Tong Fei, Zhao Yun, and Shi A, and discussing Confucian classics, poetry, and verse with Xun You and Cai Yong.

Watching the two people and the dog walk farther away, Uncle Mao Li felt terrible—he’d waited half a year for just one job, even took a taxi to get here, and now someone else had snatched the prime opportunity—what was going on?

In the military, any soldier who lost his pistol, from private to regimental commander, was stripped of rank all at once—no negotiation allowed.

Enraged, the Flame Ailong engaged him in battle first; even in the Thunder Realm, that Thunder Bat was no match for the Flame Ailong.

Jian Jiu sighed. While others stared in shock, he remained calm, watching it all in silence.

“To you, perhaps, but to me, the sword is everything!” At these words, Bai Yanyan’s eyes blazed with fanaticism. The Tai’e Divine Sword resonated with his spirit, flying into his arms as he stood gripping it tightly.

Unfortunately, as she berated Su Jinxiu, Shen Wan and Lu Li happened to arrive at Su’s gate.

Once the robot factions across all territories are completely eradicated, the major players will naturally be free to pursue other goals; after the robots are gone, the land in each territory will surely be reclaimed and replanted with sufficient grain and crops.

Knowing death was inevitable, Xing Qian unleashed this divine technique—“Demon Tribulation Crossing”—its fury was overwhelming, shattering a corner of the Creation White Cloud Array.

At the same time, a star on Tai Xiao Heaven, extinguished for hundreds of millions of years, suddenly blazed with azure light—but soon, its radiance was obscured by unknown forces, as if it had been snuffed out again.

The flying sword pierced repeatedly at Peach Blossom; though it struck her, she dissolved into thousands of petals, which then reassembled into her form once more.

Li Xiande comforted Li Xiulan, and his wife Yu Shi also approached, offering a few words of reassurance to Li Xiulan before turning to Shen Wan, who stood at the gate.