Chapter 501: Playing Rock-Paper-Scissors with You, Then Always Throwing Rock

Climbing a mountain is just climbing a mountain.

Jiang Nian got bitten on the hand, his whole arm went numb. Fuck, why are there mosquitoes in winter?

But now the priority is replying to Chen Yunyun.

He thought for a moment, then typed a reply.

"Yeah, keeping the class monitor and her sister company."

Sent.

Beyond that, he revealed no further information.

On the other side, Yunmu Town.

Chen Yunyun saw it was the class

Xu Tang walked in, placed a spirit talisman on Fu Chen's body, then smiled gently at Xu Ruozhi.

Jixin's expressionless face turned, stepping deep into the valley, where a vast, intricate talisman array encompassed the entire secluded gorge, though many sections now glowed dimly or not at all.

Liu Wei let out a light scoff. Even when he was still a Martial Master, he could see through the flaws of this technique; now that he was a Grandmaster, the weaknesses were crystal clear. Several virtual images appeared sharply in his mind—the exact positions of the Shadow Stabbers.

Looking at Tai Youqian's righteous expression, Wang Kun smiled bitterly. The prize pool may have doubled, but how many times over had the sales of this treasure-hunting voucher increased compared to before?

Beneath his mask, Nan Changqing's dark eyebrows furrowed in resignation, yet his gaze toward Qing Yue grew even softer.

Linjiangxian happily pulled Yong Yule into his arms. Then, lowering his head, he pressed another kiss—light and tender—onto Yong Yule's brow.

He was no match for the Zhao King I slew that day! Ten Zhao Kings wouldn't stand a chance against him! Though his aura hadn't yet reached the Mid-Myriad Manifestations Realm, it was surely not far off.

"What's the mark we're supposed to leave?" Leonard's eyes gleamed with excitement. This sounded like a lot of fun.

Xing Zeyuan trusted Uncle Yilang and Aunt Meijing, and even more so, He Nai—whose profile, just ten centimeters from him, looked like a painted scroll.

"One more piece remains—in the Spirit Realm. Find it before the Demon Clan does." The figure's ethereal voice drifted slowly into their ears.

Another question puzzled Lu Shuangyang: the spiritual qi fluctuation he sensed appeared directly at Han Feng's current location. He should have passed through a path from his original spot to this one, yet he caught not a single trace of Han Feng's spiritual qi during that movement.

Alice calmly sipped a rose tea she had brewed herself, as if she hadn't even noticed the stillness.

Of course, unless you specialized in this, you'd never notice. Xiao Lin was lucky—the Indians mistook him for one of their own, not a white colonist; otherwise, he'd have been beheaded while unconscious, not given full medical care.

Faced with this reality, Sheng Ming angrily questioned the branch office staff. At that moment, the branch manager stepped forward—a man in his sixties, physically vigorous, yet his pitted, scarred face bore the marks of a life battered by time.

Rou Xue's first words upon entering the car were a command to the bald driver: "Drive to the airport. I've wasted too much time already."

Mottled bricks, crumbling city walls, compacted foundations—the ruins of an ancient city gradually emerged.

"Take it and study it if you want, but don't forget our agreement!" Lu Yu's eyes flickered again with irritation.

After completing this task, Mingchuan Meijia left the room. The two guards stationed at the door, after her departure, regained clear consciousness, utterly unaware of what had just transpired.

If this were an ordinary person, they would surely be terrified by what lay before them.

Dying in Snow Valley, he felt no regret. In the final seconds before his consciousness faded, amid the chaotic buzzing in his ears, he seemed to hear voices—Laohu and his brothers' laughter, Hongzhuang's gentle call.