Chapter 782

“No purple robes, no golden sashes, no wealth or glory whatsoever,” Zhongli Mei sighed. “Buried in Zhongli County, near Mount Meng.”

Even if, as my younger brother foretold, fortune turns from despair to prosperity, there’s no need to move the grave.

My ancestral home is ‘Zhongli’—that’s where my surname comes from.

Younger brother, surely you’ve heard them call me ‘Huaibin’s Hungry Tiger’?

My father and ancestors also drew salary from the imperial court.

I accompanied my father and ancestors on their postings abroad, growing up—

As if sensing Tan Yan Jia’s hesitation, Tan Yan Heng repeated himself again. Tan Yan Jia gave a slight nod, signaling he understood.

The master of the qin immediately put it away and fled with lightning speed. Just as a skilled warrior wielding a willow-leaf knife moved to pursue, Ji Ziming called out to stop him.

To coordinate this operation, the Greek Empire temporarily sealed off the entire City Garden, evacuating all players to the periphery. Dozens of super-empires deployed over ten thousand level ninety experts, leaving players who had paid to explore the Sky Garden with no grounds for complaint.

Bo Yanhe had been by the Living Spirit Pool before they arrived—so the path she meant was naturally that one.

“The rules remain unchanged. I’ll return in ten minutes to ask for your results.” As Kou Xu vanished into darkness, the master spoke calmly, as if certain the crowd below would inevitably fail—hence his composure.

Bo Yaruo vanished just as everyone gathered by the pool. Jin Shi had left someone to watch her, yet she disappeared without a trace—and so did Jiang Li.

In such a short time, this was the second time Lanhe had apologized to her. Bo Yanhe watched his retreating figure, then lowered her head and sighed.

“You… you guys stop arguing…” Zhao Chunqin trembled beside them, watching the scene unfold. No one questioned why the video had been released; instead, they turned on each other. She regretted ever joining this escape room game.

Moreover, both items appeared on Chu Tianyu’s person—this alone proves his background is far from ordinary.

Duan Qiu’s semi-transparent angelic wings emerged, and he flew straight down from the mountaintop. If his direction was correct, he would reach the boundary between Heaven and Saint realms.

Everyone knew that to obtain the lotus, one must, under Shen Shuiji’s leadership, go to war with the Zhong family.

It was nearly autumn, the season when many wild fruits ripened, but Yang Jian had never seen these fruits before and didn’t know if they were poisonous, so he refrained from tasting them and brought them all back for Ge Yunsong to judge.

Luo Tian finally swallowed it, then felt for a stone on the ground and slammed his head against it again.

“Then why did you bring us here? Isn’t there another way?” Fang Ruyu said, her face flushed with anger.

Selfish! To Nini, Bing’er, even Lanxin far abroad—I may truly have been selfish. I know that though I never directly harmed them these past two years, haven’t I still harmed them indirectly?

Silence alone wouldn’t solve anything. After sipping tea, Zhuang Zhongren spoke up.

“No way—can a Qi Refining expert overpower a Blood Refining one? What would happen if he reached Blood Refining?” The passerby finished speaking, and all other cultivators fell silent, their eyes locked on the arena, faces grim.

The two surveyed the area and found no sign of enemies. Zhang Yu led Yang Jian through less noticeable corners toward the gate.

Moreover, completing quests at the Fentian Sword Sect yields rewards. In the Divine Martial Bureau, there are no rewards—because everything done there is in service to the Empire, in service to the Martial Emperor.